At 11 o'clock at noon, Yorkham Jones planned to leave Jingqing at home for Yumi to teach her to study, but she couldn't bear the cuteness of all kinds of cuteness, and finally decided to go out with cuteness.

After changing into a compact sweater pants and jacket, putting on a trench coat, a black bowler hat, and two pieces of mustache, and making a simple disguise, Yorkham Jones picked up Qinqing.

At the same time, Yumi, who was yawning and stretching on the table, suddenly flew onto Yorkham Jones's shoulder.

Yomi rubbed her tongue against Yorkham Jones's neck slightly, and her body shrank twice, and then, she gently lifted her hat and burrowed into Yorkham Jones's fluffy blonde hair

My freshly combed hair!

The corners of Yorkham Jones's mouth were already trembling, he forced himself not to be angry, and kept telling himself that children can learn from adults, so he must be gentle in front of Jingqing.

"You're going too?"

"Meow~ Experiencing stories will help me grow, and the better I grow, the better I can teach Qinqing. ”

As soon as the languid voice fell, Yorkham Jones could clearly feel that Yomi was clawing at her hair, and she seemed to be ready to make a nest for herself to lie down comfortably.

Listening to this threatening request, feeling Yumi, who had completely folded her hair, and looking at the cuteness who was secretly removing her beard in her arms, Yorkham Jones's heart was almost close to breakdown:

"A bad start... I hate Thursday..."

Downstairs, when Yorkham Jones swept to room 202, Jing Jing suddenly sighed:

"I don't know when I'll see Mrs. Marin and Fifi..."

"There's always a chance, fate won't be too naughty. ”

While Yorkham Jones was comforted, he sighed inwardly:

"But fate was cruel... Maybe it's time to move..."

Walking to the first floor and glancing at the closed door of room 102, Yorkham Jones continued to whisper:

"I'll move when Hemingway's affair is over..."

Stepping out of the low building, looking up at the soft sunlight and watching the white clouds wander like fish in the blue sky, Yorkham Jones's frown spread a lot.

"At least it's good today... Maybe it's not that bad. ”

Having hailed a carriage taxi, Yorkham Jones and Ching, along with their new companion Yomi, hurried to St. Cotin's Square.

40 minutes later, I walked out of the carriage with Qinqing in my arms, and when I looked up, it was still the familiar 'St. Cotin' statue.

Handing over the 4 Waki fare, and taking a serious look at the sculpture of the kind fat uncle in front of him, Yorkham Jones turned his head to look at the crowd and the street around him

Look at the familiar crowd of protesters, listen to the familiar jumble of slogans...

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yorkham Jones recalled everyone he knew, Dada who delivered the newspaper, the sexy and mysterious Sister Shimafu, Hemingway, Officer Paber, Mrs. Marlin and her daughter Fei Fei, Detective Shinichi Kaneda, Judge Dale, Mr. Robert, Sister Lux, Sister Red Lotus...

And the girl who suddenly lived in her heart...

While most of the stuff was still unfamiliar, the week almost made Yorkham Jones familiar and accustomed to a lot of things.

"Perhaps... For me, the Fourth Age is no longer a phrase to be counted, but a new home for me. ”

With a few sighs, Yorkham Jones turned and walked towards the old town of Deno.

It's not that Yorkham Jones doesn't want to take a horse-drawn taxi directly to the Old Town, it's that no horse-drawn taxi wants to go, and even a higher price will be denied, because Old Town Deno represents chaos and squalor.

...

After a long walk down the pedestrian street, a long way down the Ënson Ring River, and finally over a wide, dilapidated stone bridge, Yorkham Jones finally saw the Old Town of Forneau, which took almost 30 minutes.

Looking up, a large number of medieval-like brick villas are outlined in the eyes of Yorkham Jones

The periphery of the villa is planted with neat rows of poplar trees, and from a distance, it does not look like a slum in the old city at all, but rather like a resort villa area.

Farther away, many factories also made of red bricks were roaring and roaring, and smoke from countless red chimneys was pouring into the interior.

It's weird... These pollutants seem to have been sucked up by something...

"Jones, let's go!"

With a cutie call, Yorkham Jones nodded and walked forward.

After 5 minutes, I walked down the stone bridge and approached the red brick villa area, and the resort area I saw before had changed its appearance.

Almost all of the red stone brick villas are broken, each one covered with 'band-aids' made of plastic and wood, countless low houses fly against the foundations of the villas, and many wooden planks dance high in the air, shaking every time someone walks by.

Through the haphazard houses, all the red brick villas are completely connected into a huge building, all kinds of wooden houses and tents are interspersed in the cracks, the ground between the trees is not dry, there are only countless garbage and foul-smelling ditches, countless maggots crawl in it, normal people will vomit immediately at a glance.

Looking at the magical buildings in front of him, looking at the boardwalk swaying in the wind, Yorkham Jones couldn't help muttering:

"It's a completely dangerous building, can it really live in people..."

"Sir, this is already the best housing in Deno District, and at least one person in every family who lives here has a stable job..."

Knowing that his complaint had been discovered, Yorkham Jones looked up with a slight smile and looked up.

Smoking a big cigarette, wearing a large black cotton coat that was fairly clean and repaired countless times, with a gray cotton cloth wrapped around his head to keep warm, and a reddish-brown beard almost covering half of his face, but from the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead, Yorkham Jones could still tell that he was about forty-five years old.

While Yorkham Jones was observing, this man did not hide from observing Yorkham Jones.

After glancing at each other, the man put down his cigarette and saluted slightly:

"Sir, the people here call me 'Sewer Hookworm', you can call me Buck, as long as it is a place where the Nord District exists, there is nothing I can't get into. ”

"Maybe I need your help to take me around?" said Yorkham Jones handing the 'sewer hookworm' Buck 1 Wall.

"You're the most generous man I've ever met. ”

Buck replied with a heavy wheezing voice, and then pointed to the cuteness of Qinqing:

"Sir, the environment inside is too filthy and foul-smelling, don't you send the lovely envoy home first?"

Qin Jing immediately glared and replied:

"I can accept this environment!"

"You can call me Mr. Jones, let's go. Yorkham Jones smiled and didn't explain much.

"Mr. Jones, it's me who is too talkative. ”

Buck saluted with his calloused and scarred hand, then snuffed out his unfinished cigarette before leading Yorkham Jones and Basket towards the swinging wooden bridge.

Of course... Yo Mi yawning in Yorkham Jones' hair is also in its grain

PS: The last two chapters will come a little late today, you can read it clearly...