In a deserted street in Sanfran, messy debris was piled up in various damp and mossy corners. The earthy air was suddenly mixed with a faint smell of feces and urine at this moment.
A short, slovenly "young man" rushed in from the intersection, taking off his feces-stained outerwear as he jogged.
These were the clothes and pants she obtained from informal channels and were used to mix them into the white crown. But now that they were dirty and her identity was revealed, she had no choice but to throw them away.
When she took off her hat, her hair, which was coiled inside, fell down to reach her shoulders. Her face was filled with traces of stains or freckles, which gave her whole face the unique stubbornness of a girl.
She immediately ran to a yard. The door of the dilapidated house opened from the inside, and a group of children several years old rushed out and circled around the girl.
"Back! Zoe is back!"
"Did you steal anything today? Did you buy us new clothes?"
"Zoe! Zoe! Let's go to the beach later..."
However, they were immediately blown away by the stench of the girl's body.
"Wow! Zoe, you really stink!"
"It smells like shit!"
"Zoe eats shit! Haha! Zoe eats shit!"
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The girl's face was very ugly, she held her head and screamed and rushed into the house.
There was a well in the backyard of the dilapidated house, which made it easier for her to clean up.
The group of brats followed her in a swarm and hung on the girl's buttocks.
The girl blushed with embarrassment, pointed at them and yelled: "Why are you following me? I want to take a bath, get out of my way!"
The little ghosts snickered one after another, stuck out their tongues and made faces at the girl, and then were scared away by the wood chips the girl picked up from the ground.
As the girl closed the door to the backyard, the children dispersed, and a mysterious figure suddenly appeared in the dark corridor.
He stared at the door, and through the cracks in the damaged wooden wall on the side, he could see the girl taking off her shirt and fetching water from the well.
Then, the figure looked at the children playing in the yard in front. Judging from their clothes, these children were homeless orphans. They were all dirty and almost all thin.
The figure was none other than Victor, who had followed the girl here. He used a water spell to hide his figure, making the girl think that she had gotten rid of him, so she relaxed her vigilance.
I originally thought I would find the base camp of some mysterious organization, but unexpectedly I came to a slum where orphans gathered.
With mixed feelings in his heart, Victor quietly inspected the dilapidated house with his hands behind his back.
The children all ran outside and no one noticed him. The girl was taking a bath and could not find Victor's presence.
He walked into the side room and saw that it was filled with simple beds made of clothes and straw, as well as neatly folded children's clothes and shoes. Although they were tattered and patched, the room was surprisingly orderly and neat.
The image of children outside is very different.
"Wow!"
The children in the front yard let out a burst of exclamations, as if someone had kicked an old rubber ball to the aisle.
Then a little kid in red panted and ran to pick up the ball, and happened to bump into Victor Damon walking out of their bedroom.
The former was stunned on the spot, his mouth wide open and he didn't know what to say.
Victor paused for a moment, then squatted down to pick up the ball, walked over and stuffed it into the child's hand.
"First... sir... is there anything you need me to help... help with..."
The little kid looked only a few years old, but he was quite polite when he saw Victor. Although he was a little nervous, he didn't yell.
Victor just touched his head, and at this moment, the wooden door connecting to the backyard opened, and the girl walked out of there wearing a single coat after taking a shower, wiping her messy and wet hair.
At this time, the child shouted: "Zoe! There is someone here..."
But as soon as he finished shouting, he looked back and found that the man just now was gone...
The singlet Zoe wore was a bit like men's underwear. Although it was thin and light, it was opaque. As long as she didn't stick the fabric too tightly, it wouldn't be exposed.
However, even so, after listening to the child's story, the girl still blushed and hurriedly asked where the man just now was.
"I...I didn't know, he was still here just now!"
The child was very panicked because he saw Zoe's ugly expression and thought that the previous man must be a bad person.
For Zoe, Victor is indeed a "bad guy".
The girl did not expect that Victor would discover her hiding place, and she was extremely nervous. Although she was not sure whether it was the other person, she still hurriedly ran to the opposite side of the old house.
The children in the front yard looked at her strangely, but she only got one sentence in reply: "We have to go! Go pack your things quickly!"
Under the innocent eyes of all the children, Zoe came to the opposite side, opened the door of a shed, and dug out many messy items from the debris inside for packing.
Just when she was busy packing her things, her elbow accidentally hit the cabinet next to her, and something fell and almost broke.
Zoe reached out to pick it up, but froze in mid-air because a hand appeared out of thin air in front of her and picked it up for her.
Zoe's face changed drastically, and her cheeks that were originally rosy after taking a shower were as pale as if they had lost blood.
The person who picked up her things was Victor, whose eyes had already been attracted by the objects in his hands.
It was a picture frame with a black and white family photo inside.
A man was holding a good-looking woman with a silly smile on his face, and the woman was holding a sleeping baby in her arms.
The woman's eyebrows were very similar to the girl in front of her, and the man with a silly smile also looked very similar to an old friend Victor knew.
He was wearing a postman's uniform and had a big-wheeled bicycle behind him.
Although the photos of this era are not of high definition, they are the most direct way of recording time chosen by the public.
Victor put down the photo frame in his hand and looked up at the silent girl in front of him.
"You were across the street, staring at the door of the cleaning company, right?"
He was talking about that time when he passed by a stray scavenger during a walk, and through the reflection on the window, he noticed that someone was watching behind him, but he ran away before he could pursue him.
Judging by her figure, that person should be Zoe in front of her.
Zoe shrank back twice and did not deny it.
Victor said again: "Then it was you on the ship as well. You should have used the thief's ability to exchange yourself with someone or something, returned to the ship, and arrived at Sanfran safely..."
This is again talking about the time on the Northern Faith, when the thief who got on the ship stole Victor's wallet, and it must have been the work of the girl in front of him.
Later, she fell into the water and was in crisis. Victor thought she was dead, but unexpectedly he met her again after the boat docked.
From this point of view, the person most likely to steal the president's itinerary is also the thief named "Zoe", with whom Victor has dealt with from the beginning.
However, these are not important now. After seeing the photo frame, Victor felt an unexpressed shock in his heart.
He took a deep breath and seriously asked the girl in front of him again: "Who are you, San Sain?"