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On a street deep in the East District.

Old Kohler hurried back to the rented apartment with the ham contained in a paper bag.

He looked around vigilantly, afraid that those guys who were so hungry that they were as bright as wolves would pounce on him and snatch his "New Year's Gift".

When he was still in the countryside, he had seen wolves, but he didn't expect that he could still experience the familiar feeling in Beckland.

"It's still too expensive and too big. I can only buy one with someone. Saw it into several portions... This is enough for Taylor and I to eat during the New Year holiday. Each meal can have two, three, no, at least five slices of ham meat. I can cut some of it and stew it with potatoes. I don't even need to add salt..." Thinking of this, Old Kohler looked at the ham in his arms. Looking at the red meat mixed with white, his throat couldn't help but squirted and swallowed.

As he walked, he felt that the fog around him became much thicker, and the clear church bell tower in the distance was gradually engulfed by the mixed colors of yellow and iron black. Even the pedestrians around him, after more than ten steps, were left with only vague shadows.

Old Kohler instantly felt like he was forgotten by the world and raised his palm and covered his mouth and nose.

"Why is the fog smelling so bad today?" he murmured and accelerated his pace.

One step, two steps, three steps, Old Kohler felt his face hot and his forehead seemed to be burning.

His chest tightened, his throat was uncomfortable, and he soon developed symptoms of difficulty breathing.

"Are you sick? Damn, I also want to have a wonderful New Year, and now I can only send my savings to the clinic and the hospital... No, maybe I'll get better after a sleep, cover myself with my quilt and sleep!" Old Kohler said silently, his head getting hotter and more confused.

He, He, He, he heard his difficult breathing sound, his hands softened, and a paper bag containing ham fell heavily to the ground.

Old Kohler subconsciously squatted to pick it up, but fell there.

He held the bag of ham and tried hard to hold it in his arms.

Plop! Old Kohler began to blur the sight of someone falling a few steps away, and he couldn't breathe. He was about the same age as him, and he was in his fifties and had gray temples.

Suddenly, he had a clear understanding and knew that he was about to die.

This reminded him of his wife and son, who were the same, and they suddenly became infected with a plague and died soon.

This reminded him of the time when he was hospitalized for treatment due to illness. The patients who were in the same room could still chat with laughter that night, but were sent to the morgue in the early morning.

This reminded him of friends he met while being a homeless man. One winter passed and they disappeared a lot, and eventually they were found stiffly in bridge holes or street corners that could shelter the wind, while a small number of people died from sudden food.

This reminded him of the time when he was a good worker, the neighbors in the neighborhood would die so suddenly. Some of them died of headaches and convulsions, some accidentally fell into the newly released steel, some of them had bones all over their bodies and died of swelling, and some even fell silently in the factory, batch after batch.

This reminded him of what a drunkard said in the bar when he was inquiring about the news, and he said:

"People like us are like straw in the ground. When the wind blows, they will fall down. If there is no wind, they may fall down themselves."...

The wind came... Old Kohler suddenly flashed through this idea.

While holding the paper bag containing ham, he reached out to explore the pocket of the old jacket, trying to take out the wrinkled cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke.

What he couldn't understand was why he would suddenly get sick if he was healthy. Such thick fog had not been experienced before.

What he couldn't understand was that his life had just gotten on the right track and was developing in a beautiful enough direction. He also received the reward paid by Detective Moriarty in advance. He bought a piece of ham that he had thought about for a long time to welcome the New Year. He was looking forward to tasting its deliciousness, but suddenly fell down.

Old Kohler took out the wrinkled cigarette, but his arm was no longer able to lift it and hit the ground hard.

He tried his best to shout out the words he had accumulated in his heart, but he could only let the weak words wander around his mouth and could not be heard.

He heard himself asking:

"Why……"

"Doctor Black!"

A thunderous roar exploded in his ears, causing old Kohler to stay for a while, which was almost out of his body.

Maria spoke loudly to Old Kohler, maintaining his consciousness. The doctor with chestnut hair in the distance and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses ran over in anger. He hurriedly took out a bottle of clear-colored oral solution from his pocket, held Old Kohler's head up to the back of his head, and put the oral solution on his lips and poured it down.

The doctor was wearing a mask, and the mask was soaked in the solution.

The cool liquid slid down his throat, with a sweet and sour smell. Old Kohler opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe hard under the doctor's instructions, and his lungs expanded outward like a broken bellows.

Soon, a expressionless man in a hooded robe walked over, easily carried Old Kohler, put on a mask for him, and rushed to Dr. Black's clinic outside the street like a fly.

"No, the patient just now was too old and in poor health. My medicine may not be able to sustain his life."

"The fog is too toxic! It's far beyond my sequence! I can only slow down, and patients must go to churches and hospitals!"

"I know." Maria calmly circled around, "continue to do as much as she can."

Dr. Black nodded. He wiped the sweat from his head, pulled the mask up, and after he hurriedly said this, he turned around and ran to another patient on the street with his chest still undulating.

About two minutes later, the zombie belonging to Gavin Lid came over again to help Dr. Black transport the patient away and brought a box of just-made potion.

Gavin Lid himself was staying in the clinic, disposing of medicines as required by Dr. Black to care for patients.

Admisol is assisting him so that there will be no mistakes in the dispensing of the medicine.

His five zombies were following Dr. Black, constantly transporting mild patients and supplies.

"The burning torch, the protector of the people who resist fate...the prisoner of chaos and death..."

"His Highness Richard Ernst who is with us..."

Seeing that the cooperation between the zombies and the pharmacist was perfect, Maria did not dare to delay, so she turned around and left, and began to recite the name of the Lord for the third time. Her hand had reached into her pocket and she was about to open the black box with the seal at any time.

All the residents of this group were saved. The poisonous fog spread for only ten minutes. Maria was busy evacuating the people in front of her, and hurriedly recited the name in full twice.

She quickly moved to another street, and in her impression, this was the place where the child who had a good relationship with Alia lived.

But when she arrived, she found that the street was filled with thick fog, like a wall, almost becoming a substance, and even people or objects were two meters away. Looking at this, the street obviously would not have any survivors. Maria clenched her fists, increased the twisting force, and was ready to go in and explore it quickly. At this moment, she suddenly heard the sound of high heels, and the interval between them was just right, enough for people to have a light and elegant female image in her mind.

Meanwhile, Maria found herself trembling violently.

Thin spider silk wrapped around her wrists and neck, pulling out blood marks, and pulling her hands out of her pocket.

Her spirituality outlines a picture: Behind her, a graceful woman in a white dress came gracefully from the depths of the black and yellow fog. The plague and poison surrendered to her feet, and the spider silk burning with black flames extended from her fingertips, beautiful and terrifying.

"The cute little girl actually tried to interrupt my progress in digesting the potion."

The witch smiled, and Maria was dizzy in her eyes and kept echoing with extremely tempting words, eager to follow the sound and look back at the flawless face of the woman.

But as soon as she moved a little, the spider silk on her neck would immediately tighten and cut the bleeding beads. If the movement was slightly larger, the spider silk would cut her carotid artery open and even cut off her entire head smoothly!

"Why aren't you desperate? Do you still have a trump card?"

The desperate lady came behind her, exhaled like orchid, reached into Maria's coat pocket, and took out a black sealed box.

"Is this your trump card?" The desperate lady smiled and threw the box aside, "A... a seal, just."

Maria could not turn back and heard the sound of a box falling to the ground from some direction twenty or thirty meters behind her, and her heart seemed to be hit on the ground.

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Liv hung up the last piece of clothing she had washed and waited for it to dry. She looked at the sky outside, and was a little confused by the fog that had become rich at some point.

"Anyway, it's still early, and our wash work has been completed..." Liv's expression gradually became heavier.

It is not a good thing to finish the work too early, it does not mean that you can rest. It only indicates that you have insufficient work and insufficient income.

Liv took a breath, turned around and wiped his hands to the side, looking straight at the eldest daughter Freia, who was looking at the next room, said: "It's almost the New Year, most of our employers have left Beckland and went on vacation elsewhere. We can't continue like this and have to find a new job."

She said as she walked towards the door: "On festivals like this, the rich people will hold banquets after banquet. Their servants may not be enough. They may hire temporary kitchen cleaners. I plan to ask, Freya, you stay at home and get Daisy when you go to pick up Daisy, we need income, and those whore-raising thieves, robbers, and human traffickers also need income to welcome the New Year."

In the East District, if every woman who has not entered the factory wants to survive, she must have one skill or a stingy one.

Fleia replied briskly: "Okay."

Her mind had already floated to the small table and word book next door.

Liv just opened the door and suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

Cough cough! She let out a violent cough, her face turned red, and every joint on her body was sore.

Fleia ran over in panic and squatted down:

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"No, ahem, I have no problem." Liv's breathing became more and more difficult.

"No, you are sick, you are sick! I will take you to the hospital right away!" Freia tried hard to help her mother up.

"It's too expensive, too expensive, cough, go, charity hospital, charity hospital, I can wait, no, no big problem." Liv gasped and replied.

Fleia shed tears and her eyes blurred quickly.

At this moment, she felt her lungs burn, her body suddenly fell, and Liv fell back to the ground.

"Freya, what's wrong with you? Cough, are you sick too?" Liv shouted anxiously, "Current, is blocked by the cabinet, cough, in the hole in the wall, you, hurry, go to the hospital! Find a good, good doctor!"

Freia wanted to say something, but couldn't make a sound. Her eyes tilted upwards and saw the door next door.

It was their bedroom, they had their high and low beds, and her favorite small tables and word booklets.

Her body suddenly twitched.

Liv's cough came to an abrupt end.

The fog in public primary schools on the edge of the East District is not thick, but many students have begun to cough.

The teacher on duty was trained and immediately ordered: "Hurry up, go to the church, go to the church next to you!"

Daisy stood up in panic and followed the crowd toward the church next to the school.

Suddenly, she felt panic about losing something important.
To be continued...