Overall, Wren's first experience went well - although he encountered some strange things along the way, he also encountered enough strange things in Brika City, and Wren was no longer surprised.

After being told that he would be able to come and collect his tree-cutting permit in three days, he walked out of the document center under the guidance of Melsey.

"Mr. Wren, if it was said that I had a bad experience today because of my poor service, then I apologize to you again."

As soon as he walked out of the center gate, Milesey began to apologize to Wren.

If Wren were to evaluate Melsey as a person, he really couldn't find fault with it.

Responsible, polite, attentive, efficient – but a little .....

"But I still can't understand why you can't understand what I'm saying."

It's so nerve-wracking.

Wren turned his head and wanted to say a few words casually, he didn't have any ill feelings towards Melsey, but when he faced Melcy, he vaguely felt that the person in front of him was different from before, but he couldn't say what the difference was.

If anything, Milesey wouldn't stare at a person's face for a long time, perhaps because he thought it was very rude. But now, Melsey, who was standing at the door of the center, looked at Wren without blinking.

"It's hard for people to understand each other." Wren replied casually, and wanted to turn away, but now Milesey looked a little hairy.

As if he didn't see Wren preparing to leave, he continued to look at Wren's back: "You're right, it's hard for people to understand each other, and it's even harder for different races, so a good set of rules and regulations is necessary to prevent everyone from hurting each other. Just like the werewolf just now, because everyone obeys the rules, so you can stand together peacefully. ”

Wren reluctantly turned around again: "I think it's a very cultured werewolf, and it's education that allows him to coexist peacefully with us." ”

Myrsey's gaze still didn't leave Wren's face, "But the education I was exposed to told me that werewolves are naturally cruel, and it was the rules that taught him from an early age, and education in turn made him understand more rules. ”

Wren smiled bitterly: "I'm not a sociologist, I'm not a jurist, just a student, if you want me to discuss the logic in this, my brain is messed up." ”

Rayne's eyes creeped more and more, and he wanted to leave, but he added: "I actually believe in the necessity of rules and laws, and I myself am a good law-abiding citizen." ”

Dropping this sentence, Wren walked away quickly, never looking back this time.

It wasn't until he ran hundreds of meters away that he slowed down and took a big breath.

"Whew, there are really a lot of weirdos in this place."

After looking around, Wren was about to call a taxi back to school, just across the street in front of him, and the guests were getting out of the car, Wren walked to the sidewalk on the side, ready to cross the street and take the bus.

On the side of the sidewalk with Wren was an old man wrapped in a heavy robe, the gray robe was very old, it didn't look like a robe, it looked more like a quilt was draped over his body, and there was a pattern behind it, which was also blurred because of the severe wear.

Wren hailed a taxi across the street, ready to wait for the green light to pass, but for some reason, the old man next to him suddenly took a few steps forward and stood in the middle of the sidewalk.

Wren hurriedly shouted: "Old man, wait, it's a red light now!" ”

"Huh?" The old man turned around slowly, revealing his swarthy and thin face, which could not be described as thin, and whose skin and bones were like a mummy, and Wren involuntarily took two steps back when he saw it.

When the old man heard Wren's words, he took another step or two to this side: "Huh? What did you say? ”

Ignoring the other party's frightened face, Wren waved his hand and shouted: "It's a red light now, it's dangerous to cross the road!" ”

The old man raised his hand and waved it, it was like there was no flesh and skin, only bones, if it weren't for the city of Brica, Wren would really think he had seen a ghost.

"Oh, it's fine." The old man waved his hand, then turned around and continued to walk slowly across the road.

At this moment, a car came and hit the old man in front of Wren, taking him out more than ten meters.

"Damn, is this still called okay?"

Wren's heart tightened, glanced slightly at the left and right, and quickly ran over after confirming that there was no car.

Looking at the old man lying on the ground, Wren squatted down, but he didn't dare to move him, and after a few seconds of panic, he suddenly thought of something, and quickly took out his mobile phone to call an ambulance.

As soon as he took out his phone, a scrawny hand grabbed his wrist.

"Help me up." An angry voice came from the big robe on the ground.

Not dead yet!

While Wren breathed a sigh of relief, he cautiously tried to hold the other party's hand, only to find that the other party's robe was almost empty under it, and the arm that Wren was holding was like a thin bamboo pole.

How thin does this guy have to be...

Before he had time to sigh, Wren leaned over and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" Now help you up? Or might it be better to wait for an ambulance? ”

"It's okay, just help me up, I won't die."

The old man's voice was still weak, but it was already a miracle that he was hit by a car for more than ten meters, and he could still speak, and Ren also sighed a little that people from another world are in good health.

Gradually, people approached the area, and some were already asking what was going on.

"Are you sure?" Wren had already put one hand on the old man's shoulder, but still asked.

"Yes, I don't feel well on the ground."

I also know that the ground is uncomfortable, and it seems that it is really fine.

Wren thought for a moment, and his other hand began to support the other's back. "Old man, if there is anything wrong with you, you must say it."

As he spoke, Wren used a slight force in his hand to help the old man's upper body up, and he also saw the other party's face up close, and the terrifying degree made him almost throw the person back again.

Maybe a skull or a mummy would be cuter than the old man's skinny state.

The old man moved his neck and patted Wren's arm holding him, and his mouth, which could no longer see the color of his lips, closed one by one, "Help me stand up, I'm fine." ”

"Or wait for ......" to help up the upper half of the body, let the old man stand up directly, Wren didn't dare. Just wanted to persuade him, but he waited for the doctor to come, but the old man in his arms suddenly closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

Wren: "???!!! ”