Using the wind to disperse the odor left by the sewer on his body as much as possible, Lehman smelled the corner of his clothes. Although there was still a lingering smell, no one would notice it if he didn't smell it deliberately.
Turning around and walking out of the alley at the corner, looking at Luo's figure in the morning sunshine and the faint flickering dust in the air, he followed her carelessly.
The journey of chasing and following is not too long, but it is profound enough. Although Lehman can vaguely detect the appearance of the city from his memory, only by actually walking through the streets can he understand its unforgettable reality.
This place is completely different from what I saw in Teller, even though their names are both Lenk.
Carriages kept crossing the concrete road along the obvious axle marks, and sometimes a few steam cars came with a roar, but I didn't see the expected billowing black smoke. I recalled riding a steam car at Osman's house.
And I didn’t see any black smoke on the way to the college.
It’s not coal? Or is there any other reason?
Lehman was puzzled but did not delve into it. His attention was quickly attracted by the rolling shutter door that gradually opened next to him.
On the street, there are business owners constantly leaning out from the rolling shutter doors. While doing a simple wash, they lazily wiped the wooden sign hanging by the door. The sign was not exquisite, but the black knife on it gave it a unique look.<
/p>
You can see similar brands along the way, but some are placed in obvious places, and some are put away by the shop owners after opening the store. It seems that the first step for everyone to get up is to manage their own name brands.
Afterwards, a small number of people used brushes to wash their shop doors. Although in Lehman's view, the traces of stains had already been carved into the earth and could not be solved by washing. The best way was probably to knock the bricks off.
Use another piece or cover it with a blanket.
Passing by another alley, a wine bottle rolled from the shadows to his feet.
Looking up, I saw a ragged wanderer sitting in the shadows, holding a black bread in his hand and sleeping in a corner where the sun couldn't see, as if he was dead.
Lehman's eyes flashed with emotion but he did nothing. He just continued to follow Luo until she stopped at the door of a small newsstand on the corner of the street. Lehman lowered his presence and quietly squatted on the side of the newsstand to watch.
The ant, who is working hard to move, listens to the conversation in his ears.
"Luo? Why are you here alone?"
"Where is Uncle Redrosa? I have something urgent to look for him."
"About the orphanage?"
"Well..."
"Old Town... Parson's Tavern is right near the night area. Can you find it?"
"Yeah, I understand."
After saying that, Luo continued walking forward without looking back. Just as Lehman was about to get up, he accidentally noticed another person coming to the newsstand with almost no gap.
"Redrosa escaped. He seemed to be prepared in advance."
The newsstand owner smacked his lips visibly and threw away the newspaper in his hand with some annoyance.
"Idiot..."
After cursing in a low voice, he sighed softly, as if he had anticipated the current situation, and showed a sinister look.
"Forget it, Luo doesn't know how to act alone today. He is on his way to Parson's Tavern now. Don't make any more mistakes. Later, you can write a letter and throw it to the terminal. Use Luo to threaten him. He will come out. You must
Cut it off before they bring the news back."
"Got it..."
After speaking, the visitor took out a Luca and placed it at the newsstand. He was about to turn around and leave, but was suddenly grabbed by the boss and pointed at the shadow that suddenly rose on the ground.
"Forget it, you go and deal with it here."
At this moment, Lehman's eyes accidentally met the people in front of Baoting.
Only then did the man notice the kid squatting next to the newsstand. The indifferent expression only stayed on his face for a moment, and then turned into a sweet smile. He leaned over, knelt down and looked at the innocent-looking Lehman, and took out a
A candy in the palm of your hand
"Would you like some candy? My dear, this is a rare strawberry flavor~"
Lehman naively refused
"Mom said you can't eat food from strangers."
"That's it..."
The sigh of regret and a heavy punch rushed towards Lehman's abdomen. The heavy blow caused his body to fall down, and he lay on the man's body with a smile.
A gentle melody came to his ears, but the whispered lyrics were full of blood and madness. His hands kept patting his back, soothing his sleepiness, just like a father would do to his sleeping child. The false disguise continued until his vague vision lost the direction of the sun, and his slow steps gradually became faster as he passed through the shadows.
"Get lost."
The man angrily scolded the homeless man at his feet, kicked him hard, and threw a few Lukes down at the same time.
The man then bent down and nodded gratefully, collected the filthy money and crawled to make room.
Lehman was placed on the ground. The stench and the noise of rats made him feel a little irritable.
The sound of a click was heard as the sewer manhole cover was opened again, and the next second a shadow squatted down and enveloped Lehman again.
"I can only say that you are unlucky..."
Before he finished speaking, the attacker's mouth was blocked by a pair of small hands, and a knife was pressed against the man's neck at the same time. Lehman looked at the person in front of him coldly and asked
"Don't make unnecessary noises. Let me ask you. Who is the messenger?"
As he spoke, Lehman slowly removed his hand, giving him room to speak.
There was not much shock in the attacker's eyes. After all, he had seen the children in the orphanage more or less, but he didn't expect that there was one behind Luo.
"Newspaper owner, Muntari."
Lehman's eyes darkened and he felt impatient, and he directly touched the knife.
"Long Sword Society! Believe me, that's not someone you should mess with. If you join them with me, you still have a chance to survive."
Long Knife Club?
Lehman frowned slightly, but at the moment when his thoughts flashed, the opponent seized the opportunity, grabbed his wrist, and slammed it against the wall. The joint reversed and he had to give up the knife in his hand. p>
"Speed is useless if caught. You name it, kid."
After saying that, he punched Lehman in the face again, but Lehman easily dodged it with his head turned, his eyes still cold and his words calm.
"I originally wanted you to lead the way...but forget it."
Switch to strengthen [Strength]
After saying that, the grabbed hand suddenly clasped the man's arm, and with a forceful glance, his right hand was directly dislocated, but he could not make any sound, because Lehman's left hand was also a palm along with his consciousness.
They were thrown to the ground together.
Looking at the sunlight blocked by the low wall, a cold wind passed across the man's neck, and the blood fell into the abyss with the body, becoming the food of the sewer rats tonight.
Lehman closed the manhole cover with his kick, smelled the sporadic smell of blood on his clothes, sighed irritably, walked out of the shadows and merged with the crowd, running in the direction Luo left.
