Jerry is a sewer worker at Wharton.

Wharton Sewers.

Ever since the Wharton Sewer was announced in 1839, this great project has saved the entire city of Wharton, and the working conditions and hygiene of countless workers have been guaranteed.

Although it was a damp, dark, and dirty place, it was because of it that the workers and poor people of Wharton did not suffer from illness all day long.

Over the decades, this place has also become a part of Wharton, like the veins of Wharton, and the east and west districts of Wharton, the old Knights' Fort, together with the bones and flesh of the city.

For modern people, the Wharton sewers have long been a very ordinary part of their lives, inconspicuous and at the same time crucial.

But there are still some minor problems in the Wharton sewer from time to time, which requires professional sewer workers to survey the situation, and if necessary, even professional engineers will come down to carry out repair work.

In normal times, the sewer workers are tasked with maintaining the place, as well as cleaning the dirt in the blood vessels, and they are the people who keep the blood vessels open in Wharton.

From the day the Wharton sewers were built, he was almost working here, and now his friends call him old guy Jerry.

Jerry put on rubber boots, put on his overalls, and pushed the door open.

The glare of the sun made Jerry squint.

"Father, where are you going?" a woman stood in the doorway.

The woman is draped in an expensive fur coat, while the old man is dressed in rudimentary overalls, and the two styles form a stark opposition, and everyone who sees this scene will feel that the two should not stand together.

But it is incompatible with everything, in fact, only the old man himself.

The mansion behind him was luxurious and luxurious, and the house was full of all kinds of elegant high-end design.

The place where the two of them were standing was deserted, because this was the old man's private estate.

The woman shouted:

"Dad, are you going to the sewers again? Do you know what the neighbors think of me now? I beg you, don't go to that kind of place again, okay? Our family's reputation is going to stink. ”

Old Jerry shook his head:

"You won't understand, I already have a relationship with there, and if I don't go back often, it's like a guy who has abandoned a poor old friend, and self-blame and pain will come to me. ”

The woman scolded:

"I don't understand? How many times have I heard your crazy story, how old was I? You tell me this story every day, our family's money is earned by you, not by some crazy king of the underworld! If you continue like this, I'm going to lock you up here......"

The old man took a strong step forward, grabbed his daughter's fur coat, and said in a low voice:

"The clothes are nice, but don't forget, I'm here for you and your foolish husband, but if I want to take it back, I'll have you go to the Wharton East End and live with those homeless people whenever I want. ”

The old man stared at his daughter who didn't dare to speak with fierce eyes:

"Remember, when I die, all my money and property will belong to you, but if you dare to do any crooked thoughts, I guarantee that not only will you not get a penny, but you will have to spit out everything you already have. ”

The old man shook his head and walked away on his own.

His daughter couldn't believe that he had actually been a sewer worker.

This is not surprising, after all, when she was born, her father was already a glamorous and wealthy aristocrat, not only did he enjoy red wine and venison every day, but a side room was probably larger than the mansion of an ordinary family.

But he will never forget how he had it all.

The light is gone.

Once again, his body relaxed.

Old Jerry slowly descended the garbage-stained staircase, and a wide sewer and sewage river appeared in front of him.

When he first started as a sewer worker, he didn't understand why a drainage place should be built so spacious, but now he knew, because it was the territory of the underground king.

It was a gift from the king of the earth to the king of the underground, a testimony of friendship.

A squeak sounded.

Jerry looked at the waves on the surface of the water and frowned.

Jerry stared intently at the ripples on the water, which is not common in this area, is there a leak nearby?

Squeak squeak.

"These little things, scurrying around all day......" Jerry spat into the stinking sewage, causing a bigger wave of water to cover the previous movement.

Jerry took two steps, but he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

The old guy Jerry raised his hands, laid them flat in front of him, and closed his eyes.

He felt it.

Jerry opened his eyes:

"Earthquake?"

Bursts of water are back.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of vibrations is getting clearer and clearer.

Jerry closed his eyes and frowned at the sound, which seemed to be a combination of more small and trivial collisions.

The ground, and the soft and the hard, coexisted......

The familiar stench hits your face.

It's the claws.

Jerry turned his head to look behind him.

His body froze completely.

Whether it's floors, sewage, walls, or even ceilings, they're everywhere.

Endless ugly little things.

Countless tiny dots of glowing red light were densely packed throughout the sewer.

The rats slap the ground with their furry little paws.

Jerry the Mouse has seen a lot.

But this time it was too much.

Overwhelmed, Jerry couldn't understand how these little things that could be seen everywhere could run upside down on the ceiling and the walls.

Jerry was startled.

He bowed his head.

At some point, his shoes had been flooded by rats.

A splash of bright red poured out of his trouser leg.

Jerry just watched himself sink slowly.

First the calves, knees, thighs, hips, waist, Jerry watched his body shrink little by little, but he didn't feel fear or pain.

It's just that the whole body is numb.

It's like there are a lot of critters crawling all over your body, and that's exactly what it is.

It's just that these little animals can open their mouths.

Then there was the abdomen, the ribcage, and Jerry looked at him like a bystander, only half of his neck and head were left, but he was surprisingly calm.

No, it should be said that it is peaceful.

He just looked ahead.

Then the shadow appears at the end of the tunnel.

Jerry's neck is gone.

And the shadows are getting closer.

It is a sedan chair.

Jerry's jaw and tongue are gone, leaving only white teeth.

He looked inside the palanquin with pilgrimage excitement.

The pair of scarlet, bloody eyes just glanced at him, and Jerry was almost dead in excitement.

The nezumi with the crown exudes a humanized look of contempt, as if nothing in this world is worth his attention.

I was right! I was right! That experience was real!

The Rat King of Lower Wharton!

It's exactly the same as when he saw it forty years ago.

The last skin and flesh quickly dissolve, and the fluffy balls burrow into the eye sockets and emerge from the skull.

The Rat King withdrew his gaze from the human skull, remembering this guy, he was just a young man when they last met.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

It's just that he doesn't want to disappoint his old friend, which the old guy Jerry deserves.

A funeral for the rats.

On top of the palanquin.

cement ceiling above.

Walk through dirt, sand, bricks, soles.

People come and go, the sun shines on everything, and this is Upper Wharton.

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