Lumian looked over and saw that it was Franca, who was wearing a lady's shirt, tapping on the glass.

He opened the window and asked amusedly:

"Why don't you go through the front door?"

"Don't you climb the window a lot, too?" Franka easily jumped into the room, followed by Jana.

Janna observed, pointed to Lumian's left palm, and said:

"You're hurt?"

Why is it bandaged?

Lumian laughed:

"I went to the fourth floor of the catacombs and encountered a monster that seemed to be an evil spirit, and I fought it and was slightly injured."

"Really? The fourth level of the catacombs ......" Franka said suspiciously, looking at Lumian's left palm.

"What you believe is true, and what you don't believe is false." Lumian smiled.

Franka realized that she didn't ask any more questions. 1

"I think there's truth and there's false......hood," Jaina muttered quietly.

Lumian ignored her and asked instead:

"Something happened to you guys, too?"

"yes." Franca recounted what had happened to the two of them, and took out the brass key, and said eagerly, "Do you want to tell which door it will open?" Whoever can offer a reward of 50,000 Filkins must have a fortune!"

Lumian scoffed:

"You love to try.

"Of course, such a strange thing is left to the 'purifiers' to investigate, and it also involves the problem of some monks of the 'God of Steam and Machines' church slipping into the abyss, you don't want to explore the secret cave in the deep valley quarry by yourself, do you?"

"Seriously, I'm a little impressed." Franca sneered, "Prolonging life through machinery, and giving life to machines, are areas of interest to me, and of course, my sanity prevents me from exploring. ”

Jaina didn't speak, and it was clear that she had discussed this with Franka on the way.

After venting her delusions, Franka agrees with Jana to find an opportunity to give the key to the "purifiers" and report what happened to her.

She then looked at Jana:

"I'm going to Springwater Street, what about you?"

Janna had already had an idea and said to Lumien:

"Didn't you ask me to figure out where that factory owner lives? I've followed him and got a lot of information, and we can now go to the families who are waiting for the reparations and guide them to ask for it. ”

"It's not me who makes it, it's you who thinks about it." Lumian smiled in response.

Franka let out a "uh" and finally went to Springwater Street according to the plan she had already stated.

Botanical Garden, where rue Pasteur and rue Yvelyn meet.

Each building carries many components that are not originally their own, like building blocks put together by children, giving people the feeling of wild growth and crumbling woodland.

Pointing to a woman squatting on the side of the street to do laundry, Jana said:

"Mrs. Morgana, her husband also died in the accident a few years ago."

Mrs. Morgana wore a long gray and shabby dress with patches, her face was clearly wrinkled, and she appeared to be over fifty years old.

"Here you go." After Lumian set fire to the "imaginary bottle", the potion was digested a little more, but it was not so urgent.

Jana looked silently at Mrs. Morgana, who had a thin face and towering cheekbones, and said after a few seconds:

"Actually, I don't like her very much."

"Why?" Lumien was slightly curious.

Jaina exhaled and said:

"She's vicious, she's the kind of person who wants her neighbors to be unlucky when she's not doing well, and she'll do something nasty, even if it doesn't make her reap anything.

"You know, my mother was a theater actress, she had learned some writing, she had a job as a middle-class governess, and it was decent and well paid, but when Mrs. Morgana found out, she followed my mother and found the family, and told their maid that my mother was a part-time street girl, a dissolute person, and would seduce male employers, and it didn't take long for my mother to be fired, and then she could only work as a cleaner, a dishwasher, and a chemical factory worker.

"Mrs. Morgana didn't know words and didn't get the job because of it, but she was happy."

"O jealousy, one of the original sins of mankind." Lumian nodded lightly, "Why don't you take revenge on her?"

"It's been a long time." Jane laughed in a low voice, "Moreover, living in this kind of place, there will always be something similar, that is, when my father died, my brother was already a big guy, and his body was relatively strong, otherwise my family would be even worse, if you are a widow and move here with a daughter, someone will come to your door the next day and scold you, saying that her husband has taken a few more glances at you, and the neighbor will pretend to be kind and introduce you to her male relatives."

"If you don't agree, that relative of hers will sit in front of you and drink, for a day, two days, every day, and the police won't care about this kind of thing, and you can't find anyone else to help, and one day, he'll be really drunk and bold, and I won't be told what will happen, right?

"Sometimes, the police will arrest him, but if they take one, they will come and the second, and the third, and even anger his relatives, smash your windows every night, pile up the feces at your door, find older children to beat your daughter.

"It's not the worst, it's the worst thing to be targeted by the gangsters.

"If you want to survive in this kind of place, either there are several adult men in the family, or you have to have the kind of toughness that I won't let you live well if I die, and show it, fortunately, when the lease ended, my mother immediately moved to the other side of the street, and the surrounding environment was much better."

Jane spoke in detail, as if she had seen it many times with her own eyes.

Lumian had been worse off than Jana, but he hadn't really experienced anything like it, and the contradictions and conflicts between the wanderers would be more naked, either being subdued or subdued by others, or hovering on the edge like a wild dog, waiting to pick up a little of what was left of others, and when he arrived in the village of Cordu, with the protection of his sister, an extraordinary being, he could safely and boldly play pranks, while the rest of the village was mainly bullied by the family of the parish priests.

He glanced at Jana, who was stuck in the past, and asked thoughtfully:

"Didn't you say that the people around you are trying to stay alive?"

"Damn, this doesn't contradict their badness." Jaina scolded and pointed with her chin at the woman who was not far away from the laundry, "Just like Mrs. Morgana, she has to work three part-time jobs a day so that her son can have a chance to move out of this place, hehe, you may not believe it, she deliberately slandered my mother, and she occasionally gave me a piece of bread when I was hungry and waiting for my mother to come home." ”

Lumian followed with a glance at Mrs. Morgana:

"Such people are easy to instigate."

"Yes." Jaina nodded lightly and walked over.

She changed her state just now, and shouted at the woman who was pulping and washing clothes:

"Mrs. Morgana, you know what? That damn Alphonse betrayed us!

"That piece of shit always says wait, wait, that since the court has already decided, old Edmund will definitely pay for it, but the sow is going to run away, and not a single Kope wants to give it to us!

"Alphonse's boar, his share must have been quietly obtained, so he will say that!"

Mrs. Morgana brushed the ground to her feet, her rough fingers dripping with water.

She asked, with a slightly distorted expression:

"Really? I'm going to fight that boar!"

Jane Na also looked resentful:

"I can't control him now, old Edmund is going to run away!

"Let's hurry up and stop him, I know where their family lives!"

From five or six meters away, Lumian listened to Jana's instigation of the people who lived in the neighborhood to be compensated, and looked around casually, and found that it was similar to a chaotic street, where vendors, children, women, and a small number of men mingled and blocked most of the road.

Among them, there is a relatively special middle-aged man who can be found at a glance.

Dressed in a not-so-old linen shirt and dark trousers, his face was clean-groomed, and his hair was neatly combed, unlike the hawker dwellers around him.

At this time, the man was talking to several women holding long sticks of rye bread.

He took out a stack of banknotes that were neither thick nor thin, and counted them one by one:

“195，200……… Do you think there's 200 Filkin?

"If you don't believe me, count them for yourselves."

The minimum denomination of a banknote is 5 filkin.

The women had never received so much cash, and they counted it with trepidation, and determined that it was 200 Filkin.

The man took back the bill and counted it again.

“195，200，205…… You see, if you recite God's name sincerely, every time you count it, you will get one more bill!"

Magic is well played...... Is this a scammer? When Lumien sees a liar now, he thinks of Monit, he thinks of the "different" cabaret, and his anger and anger skyrocket.

The women counted again, and found that there were 41 bills, one more than just now, 5 more fergin!

Seeing this, the middle-aged man said solemnly:

"Our Lord is the ruler of all sicknesses, and as long as you believe in Him, you will never get sick again, and even if you are really sick, you will be well soon.

"Sickness is the punishment of the sick god, as long as you believe in the sick god well and worship him devoutly, he will leave ......"

Hearing this, Lumian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked over directly.

He drew his revolver, reversed the gun, and slammed it into the middle-aged man's head.

Bang!

The middle-aged man instinctively squatted, covered his head, and couldn't even scream.

Between his fingers, bright red blood began to spill out.

Under the blank and frightened eyes of the people around him, Lumian squatted down, shook the barrel of the gun, and said to the middle-aged man with a smile:

"Come, let me see how the sick god heals you."

The middle-aged man shouted in shock, fear and anger:

"Sick God, hey, Sick God will punish you!"

Lumian picked up the bill he had dropped on the ground, handed it to him, and said:

"If you can't give me the majority of 100,000 Felkin today, don't leave."

With that, he raised his revolver again and slammed it into the side of the man's face, causing blood to fly everywhere, his face sunken, and his teeth to pop out.