Carl walked through the alleys crisscrossed by various pipes, carefully avoiding the dripping sewage from the pipes.

As for the sinkhole on the ground, it didn't matter, his shoes were heeled high, and he wouldn't get his shoes dirty when he stepped into the sewage.

It was already morning, and the sky was already lit up.

However, this is only the lower part of the paradise, so when the light arrives, all that is left is a dim dusk.

Legend has it that in ancient times, when the gods were not yet asleep, the light of paradise could be incomparably brighter, even in the lower levels.

But now only the nobles and wealthy factory owners in the upper districts were able to enjoy the bright daylight.

However, Carl is very content, and it is already the greatest luck to be able to live in Paradise, and not to be driven out of Paradise and freeze to death in the white hell.

And if he can pass the exam and become a senior mechanic, maybe he will be able to move to the upper floor one day.

It's just that Carl also has a lot of doubts and puzzles, he doesn't understand why the nobles can live in the bright and clean upper area, while people like him can only struggle in the dirty and dim lower area.

They were both allowed by the gods to live in God's paradise, but why were they so different from each other?

Of course, he would not have voiced these doubts.

Because even if he says it, everyone will only think that there is something wrong with his brain, and it is not natural for the nobles and factory owners to live in the upper area!

But Carl always had a vague feeling that this was wrong.

Walking through alleys full of various pipes, you can see people covered in dirt from time to time, sitting directly in the sewage and begging.

The vendor selling black bread on the street, seeing that Carl was dressed a little decently, would quietly ask him if he wanted to buy wine, which he could sell to him, but the price was a bit high.

Carl walked his way through the complex alley full of pipes above to the library on the side of the street, greeted the janitor, and walked in.

Carl is a librarian at the library.

He cherishes this job because it not only allows him to earn money to make ends meet, but also gives him free access to various materials in the library.

After greeting his colleagues, Carl got to work for the day.

First, the books returned by the borrowers who were piled together were put back on the shelves in different categories.

Then tidy up the bookshelves and do some cleaning.

From time to time, there will be borrowers who will ask where the books to be borrowed are.

Carl replied one by one, and the time passed quickly, and it was not until near noon that Carl finally had some free time.

Only then did I find the book related to mechanical maintenance that I hadn't finished reading last time, and read it.

Carl was so engrossed that he didn't notice that there was a strange booklet with a red cover next to him, which someone had put here.

Someone still called him when he was about to return the book, and Carl saw it.

I asked the people next to me, but they didn't notice where this book, which obviously didn't belong to the library, came from.

So Carl flipped through it with curiosity.

Inside the book was a piece of paper stating that the pamphlet had not been left behind, but had been given to him anonymously by someone.

At the same time, I briefly introduced the origin of this booklet.

Carl was still smiling at first, but Carl's face began to change as the note was written.

He quietly looked around, and while no one was paying attention, he quickly took the pamphlet into his arms.

And just like that, it was as if it had consumed a great deal of his strength and made him sweat profusely.

Carl felt as if he had a time bomb in his arms, but he didn't dare to throw the pamphlet away.

After all, if he found out that he threw something, then he wouldn't be able to wash himself.

If it is true that it is written on the note, the pamphlet contains forbidden knowledge.

He would be mentally prepared to be driven out of Paradise and frozen to death in the White Hell.

On the way home from work, let's find a place to throw it away.

Carl made such a decision.

So the rest of the working time, Carl almost like a year.

I was careful about everything, for fear that the booklet in my arms would fall out and be discovered.

It wasn't until after work that Carl hurried home.

It's just that as he got closer and closer to home, Carl's hand in his arms hesitated.

As a person who loves to read, Carl really wants to know what the so-called forbidden knowledge is, and why the gods would forbid anyone in the paradise to touch it.

He only knew that forbidden knowledge came from the old rulers, and that anyone who read the forbidden knowledge would be polluted by the old thoughts, and would no longer be able to become a faithful lamb of the gods.

After hesitating, Carl didn't throw away the pamphlet and walked back home.

Carl lives alone and rents a small room that is only three square meters in size.

Although the room was small, he was content to at least have a bed here, instead of sharing a room with several people and taking turns to sleep, as many laborers do.

Who made the space in the paradise limited and the population growing?

In order not to become a homeless man sleeping on the street, and then driven into the white hell by the aristocratic lords, everyone's living area can only get smaller and smaller.

Sitting on his small bed, Carl could hear the snoring of the person next to him sleeping, it was a two-square-meter room, smaller than Carl's room, and it was still a two-person shared room, and he could only sleep in turns.

So happiness is all comparative, compared with the next door, Carl feels that he is already very happy.

In this case, if you fall and are abandoned by the gods because you have watched forbidden knowledge.

Karl's eyes sparkled in the dark room.

His forehead was covered with sweat.

Eventually, however, Carl made up his mind and pulled a coin out of his pocket and threw it into the gas meter on the wall, the mechanical gears full of dirt and oil turning in a clattering sound.

Carl flipped the switch, rubbed the flint and steel, and lit the gaslight.

There are only a handful of rooms in the entire apartment that have such metered gas lights, and Carl's room is one of the few superior rooms.

After all, his room is three square meters.

But this gas lamp, Carl will rarely light it.

He didn't want to spend his money on it, and if he wanted to read a book, he could just read it in the library.

But today's booklet, I can't read it in the library.

With fear and an inexplicable excitement, Karl finally pulled the pamphlet out of his bosom.

I looked at the words on the cover.

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