"Hey, boy, what are you looking at!"

Hank noticed Jack standing on the street, and the half-shorter one in the group of adults naturally stood out.

The woman next to her, who hadn't walked back to the door, gathered the shawl on her body, puffed up her chest and smiled: "I'm afraid this little ghost wants to breastfeed!"

A crowd of people started laughing, and even some of the men who had already walked out the door were laughing happily, some were whistling, some were shouting, "Then you can let him eat!"

The woman was no longer as charming as she was just now, and scolded: "Get out of your mother's arms and breastfeed!"

Boredom laughter filled the street in an instant, and with that not-so-funny joke, Hank laughed too, and waved his hand at the same time, signaling Jack to get out of here quickly, Jack was silent, this is kind of a rule, these people who have spent money in this place can avoid the trouble caused by thieves.

Jack didn't say a word, and walked out of the place, knowing that if the woman's identity was revealed, he might be one of the women in these rooms in a few years.

People, never a scarce resource, the people of this city, are too many.

Dense, like endless wild grass, there are always countless grass seeds falling in the grass, making the grass more and more dense, you fight for me.

Leaving the street, Jack came to a place that the original owner had never been to in his memory, that was the upper reaches of the river, where there were some manors of rich and noble families, and most of the people came and went in horse-drawn carriages, and the road was deeply rutted.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, as if it has changed to a different world, and you can see the bright colors and beautiful flowers that come out of those iron gates, and you can smell its alluring fragrance just by looking at it, which makes people fascinated.

As you walk along the road, you can see a church with a steeple roof, its milky white color, and its open door, which seems to welcome everyone into the arms of heaven.

Jack walked slowly, and could see the rows of benches inside, the passage in the middle leading to the lectern in front of him, behind the table, a priest in a black robe was standing, behind him, ears of wheat and water patterns intertwined into an embrace, and a vague figure seemed to be visible in the slightly abstract statue, which seemed to be paradoxical.

Several people sat scattered on the benches on both sides, they lowered their heads, as if they were silently chanting something, the priest in front of them did not read, he looked at Jack at the door with a generous smile on his upright face, and did not show a look of disgust.

Jack sat down in the last row, there was no one here, and the silent chanting was not loud, but I don't know how it worked, and the intertwined sounds did not seem noisy, but made people feel a quiet joy.

When you close your eyes, there seems to be holy music whispering in your ears, something is being told, not a pleading, not a comfort, just a sentence telling the joy of life.

Naturally, Jack knew which god this was, the god of life, the god in charge of life, the god of life, his eyebrows jumped, his spiritual power was retracted, Jack pretended to move his lips, and he didn't make a sound at all.

"Son, where are you from? I hear your sincere call, you can come here often, God loves godly children. ”

The chant stopped, the priest walked up to Jack, he handed over a piece of soft bread, golden like an ear of wheat, a faint fragrance wandering on the tip of his nose, Jack subconsciously stretched out his hand, in mid-air, his hand paused, or stretched out to take the piece of bread.

The priest smiled at him, took another bowl of water from the attendant beside him, placed it beside Jack, and then turned and walked to the next man, continuing to distribute bread and holy water.

Jack took a bite of the bread, compared to yesterday's black bread, this piece is about the taste of heaven, the faint sweetness is just the right amount of stimulation, a little temperature enters the abdomen with swallowing, like swallowing a warm little sun, and his expression is immediately soothed.

The holy water was a little cold, but after drinking it, I could feel the lightness in my throat, as if I had washed the inside of my body, and I could feel that every part of the water was as clean as new.

The spirit is also happy for this, which is an irrepressible instinctive reaction.

Jack sat there, finished his bread and drank the holy water, and then left the place with the few men who seemed to be somewhat respectable, some of them got into the carriage waiting at the door, and some of them began to walk, under the pretense of collar, perhaps just the dignity of the homeless man.

After walking a distance, Jack looked back, his eyes were slightly confused, is there still a god in this world?

There is not much power in the bread and holy water, but it is just right for him who is weak, it is not the power that mortals should have, perhaps, there is some kind of magical power in this church itself, like the priest who cannot see the depth.

Technology and gods, it seems to be two forces that contradict each other, and at the same time have more like a beautiful dream, the technology side and the mystery side, like two parallel lines, there will never be a crossing, if there is, then...

Jack couldn't figure out what was going on, the steam engine and the gods sounded like an interesting combination.

Back on the crowded streets, it was almost noon, and many people had already started their work, and some people went straight to the wharf, the blackened river that was the lifeblood of many people.

There was a "thump" sound in the sewers, like a dull monster passing underneath, and a lid was lifted, and a brown head popped out, and Jack walked by, seeing this, and gave way to two steps.

The other party raised his eyes to see Jack, cursed a vague word, and shouted: "Stand far away, be careful of the black mud on your head." ”

Jack obediently moved some distance, and saw the man leap out of the way on the ground, and as his feet landed, a large patch of black mud slipped from his trouser legs, which were made of some kind of plastic product, waterproof and wear-resistant.

After him, another man jumped out, and when both came out, he began to put the lid back on, and as for the black mud, he ignored it.

Jack looked at the black mud on the ground, he probably knew where these things came from on the road, could it be that someone was too busy to pick up the slimy things on the bank of the river, so the black mud brought out because of the repair of the pipes?

A peculiar aura emanated from the fresh black mud, and Jack looked twice.

The plumber who jumped out after him was not very good-tempered and scolded: "Look at what you see, get away!"

For these adults, children who must be thieves are like nasty rats, and even plumbers who are really regarded as "rats" hate these existences.

They didn't pay attention to Jack, the man scolded and then spoke to his companion: "There's nothing at all, I really don't know which one is damned, I have to say that there is a demon calling in there, if it is true, he should have died a long time ago, where will there be all this trouble." ”

"Always have to look, or else?" The other was not good-tempered, and anyone walking around the stinky sewer pipes would not be in a good mood, and the driving force behind them was their wages and the possessions they could get out of the black mud.

Of course, the appearance of the latter is very rare, and the former is the foundation of the existence of this profession.

"Oh, I hate the god of steam! If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have lost my job, and I wouldn't..."

There are still high and low occupations, although the work in the factory is tiring, but there are still many people yearn for it, but it is a plumber, smelly and tired, and many times will face an inexplicable threat, and the death is unknown.

"Did you hear? That redhead is dead, maybe there's some demon in this underworld, devouring it..."

"Shut up, that's not what we're supposed to talk about. ”

The other stopped him, glared at him, turned his head and walked away, something clash with a crisp sound in the tool bag tied to his waist.

"I don't want to die an unknown death...," muttered to the man who spoke, and followed behind the man, who also had a similar tool bag, but much lighter.

Gods, demons?

Jack wondered if there was really such a mysterious power in those words, but the god of steam, the name was ridiculous, why not just call it the god of science, and maybe have more followers?

Jack, who was not ready to steal, was out to kill time, he went to many streets, was chased by, and was pitied by some people, and got a coin or two, and those kind people who said "poor boy" would show some kind of superiority when they threw down the coin, and one of the coins unfortunately got through the gap and entered the sewer, and the beautiful color quickly disappeared into the darkness, and when he saw this, the man only showed a gloating smile: "Why don't you hurry up and look for it, maybe it's your dinner today." ”

Jack really wanted to give the other party a mocking smile back, Yisu, can't even buy a black bread back, is he embarrassed to say "dinner"?

"Leave it to you, good sir, and I hope you won't go hungry because of this. Jack replied quickly, and ran away quickly after the man blushed angrily, leaving the other man with a back that he couldn't catch up with, and he could hear the wind scolding "Damn mouse!"

With the morning's bread, Jack didn't feel too hungry that day, and didn't try to get out of the neighborhood where the fraternity was located to buy something else, and before sunset honestly went back to the shack and handed in two coins.

Just as he handed it in, someone shouted, "I saw him go into church!"

The face of the head changed suddenly, and he said, "You entered the church?"

Jack's eyes didn't know where to see his whereabouts, but was this thing worth being so solemn?

"Well, it was the priest who beckoned me in, gave me bread, and told me to go often. The half-truths were followed by a silence of the head, and he seemed to be about to say something, but he only moved his lips, and the words came out like this: "That's not where you should go." ”

There was silence until the head beckoned, and the next person began to pay the money, and finally looked around and asked, "Where's Gavin?"

"He was killed by Ken, and he tried to sneak to the werewolf, and Ken was killed, and I saw it. The boy repeated "Killed by Ken" twice, and there was a numbness in his eyes, which he had probably seen a lot before.

The head cursed: "This idiot, I really think werewolves are some good thing." ”

There was no further explanation, but it seemed to reveal a lot of information, Jack was in good spirits, werewolves, is it the kind of werewolf who can turn into a werewolf on a full moon night, or is it the name of a certain gang? He thought it was the latter, but it didn't seem that simple.

A simple reasoning, black soil cannot be the product of technology.

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