"No need, it's better to leave those two treasures to the secret library and study them slowly."
On the train, Jiang Xueming received another call from Oscar. Brother Lang talked about the works of Salvador Dali. In addition to the music box that makes people dance crazily, there is also a mask that makes people laugh wildly, and a pair of masks that make people squirm.
Itchy silicone fingers.
These three psychic devices are the masterpieces of the craftsman Wang Dali to deal with the mountain monsters. Xueming believes that they should be left in Saladin or the secret library to open up new paths for the hunting group.
It was still a few hours' drive before his death partner's agency, and he had nothing to do. He flipped through a few newspapers from the magazine counter on the train to read the latest news.
"What exactly is the plague in District 33? Is the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult back again?"
Such large red characters are very conspicuous on the header of the newspaper, but BOSS has already given a partial explanation, so this is not an important matter.
"The Luna Cup preliminaries came out on top, and the 32-man youth team of Barocli City showed courage!"
These are the elites selected by the war team. The city of Barocli is also the capital closest to the Zula venue of the Luna Cup finals. The children who grow up here are good at fighting and are deeply influenced by the knight's fighting skills.
There is nothing interesting about the headlines, just take a look at the Tofu Chuan (articles with small advertising space) column.
In addition to introductions to several novels, missing person revelations and advertisements, there was also news about Mr. Victor’s new book. While Jiang Xueming was reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, a young man with a suspicious appearance suddenly came towards him from the link of the car in front.
Walk all the way to this end.
This young man has auburn hair, wears a thick felt hat, and is dressed in white pet hair.
Why is it said to be suspicious?
This man was carrying two boxes in his hands, and his clothes did not look like his own; they were two sizes too big. He was walking very fast and hastily, as if he was evading pursuit.
When the boy passed Xueming, Xueming raised his legs to block him. This blocking behavior obviously angered the young man.
"Get out of the way, Father!"
Jiang Xueming became alert when he heard the young man's voice - it was a girl.
As she got closer, Xueming could clearly see the girl's appearance. She was a Celtic with rough skin, thick lips, a pair of green eyes, some acne on her forehead, and her cheeks were red from the intense running.
.Being blocked by Xueming's powerful thighs under the divine robe, the girl couldn't directly hit him, let alone cross the road between the two buildings.
"Whose is the box in your hand?" Jiang Xueming asked unhurriedly, with no intention of letting him go.
The train was still running at high speed, and he didn't understand why the girl wanted to run away, but judging from the various abnormal behaviors - this little girl should be a newsboy stealing things on the train.
"I want you to take care of it?!" The girl didn't have much complicated thoughts. When the priest exposed her theft, she immediately confessed and said, "Get out of the way!"
Xueming's legs were still in the middle of the road, and the little girl was holding heavy objects in her hands. She couldn't get through this level no matter what.
Seeing that the priest didn't reply, she became more and more anxious. The steward's shout came from behind, so she decisively kicked up her foot. She wanted to kick Xueming's leg away, but with this kick, she felt that her toe was pulled.
The network is broken to the bone!
"Holy shit! What the hell! How dare you, stupid bastard, ruin my good deeds?!"
The red-haired girl had no intention of lingering, so she kicked herself awake and stepped on a nail. She no longer held back, threw the two boxes away, and immediately ran away from the side window.
Xueming was not in a hurry to arrest anyone. He could not feel psychic energy in this little girl for the time being, and there was no pheromones from the blood donation unit. He watched helplessly as this nimble thief climbed through the window and climbed onto the roof of the car.
He opened the suitcase and saw that the two boxes were filled with cash, including more than two million pyroxene currency.
"What is the money used for?"
Xueming did not think about who the owner of the money was, but instead began to be confused about the usage scenarios of the money - the payment method of HC card is very convenient, and the popularity of Chaos Seed in the underground world has been implemented in every unknown village and town, as long as there is a bank
In places where a bank card is enough for large-amount transactions, what kind of transaction requires so much cash?
"Guest! Guest!"
The conductor arrived late, and when he rushed to the priest, the employee from the railway operations department immediately took off his hat and apologized.
"Sorry, the money belongs to another passenger. Did you drive that little thief away?"
Jiang Xueming: "I saw something was wrong with her, so I blocked her way, and she dropped the box and ran away."
The flight attendant responded with a smile: "Hey! Thanks to your help, this..."
At this point, the flight attendant looked down and saw that the cash box had been opened, and felt a little embarrassed.
"This is not your thing, why did you open it for others?"
Jiang Xueming asked back: "You saw a weird guy throwing two boxes at you, why didn't you open it and see what it was?"
Only then did the flight attendant react: "Oh...oh oh oh! Oh! It's okay. There are security checks at the station, and explosives can't get on the train."
"Then how can you let a little thief sneak into the car?" Jiang Xueming waved and pointed to the weapon box on the luggage rack: "Brother, watch my stuff, I'll go find her."
The flight attendant said nervously: "Isn't it appropriate?"
Xueming handed the passenger certificate and identity card to the other party, without answering, and immediately got out of the window and onto the roof of the car.
"Be careful!" the flight attendant shouted from the window.
Xueming took off his coat and threw it back, and saw that the little thief had already run away from the back of the car.
He caught up with him in a hurry, running forward in the strong wind and shouting.
"Why are you running! Don't want your life?!"
The little thief responded: "Why are you chasing me! Do I know you?! Fuck you!"
Jiang Xueming: "Stop!"
Little thief: "I won't!"
Jiang Xueming: "I am not Qingjin, nor am I a militiaman from the Metropolitan Police Department. I am just curious, where did you get so much money? Who do you work for?"
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Jiang Xueming: "Maybe I can help you?"
Thief: "Hahaha! Help me? Who do you think you are? Are you a gunsmith?!"
The two-hundred-meter carriage reached the end. In this dangerous and chaotic environment, Xueming did not dare to let go and run at full speed. He was surprised by the little thief's ability to climb and run. The newsboy's skills were extraordinary -
—It’s like he has developed this ability to escape after running on the roof of a car for many years.
When he reached the small platform at the rear of the train, he suddenly lost track of it. When he got back into the train, he saw the last empty carriage.
The person is missing? Disappeared?
Xueming didn't hesitate. He immediately came to the side of the flight attendant's lounge, opened the door to the toilet, and then got into the air duct. Following the smell, he chased it all the way, and when he went inside through the narrow air duct, he saw that the little thief had just
Climbing through the complicated electrical pipes, he half-crouched on the wooden board of the traceless sound system, looking at the haunting priest behind him with horrified eyes.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
Her voice became softer and she didn't dare to speak loudly——
——You can’t even find the flight attendants in this place, and the militiamen can’t get in. Why can this priest come with you?
Xueming climbed up to the girl little by little, and together they squatted on the speaker of the twentieth car.
He stared into the girl's eyes, feeling fear, confusion and helplessness.
"Tell me, what happened to those two boxes of money? Someone asked you to help with something? Who asked you to steal it? And whose money did you steal?"
At this moment, the girl did not dare to speak. She suddenly covered her mouth and held her breath to avoid being traced.
Angry shouts and curses came from the carriage——
"——Can't you handle this? Who is looking after the money?!"
"Didn't you catch him? You actually let that bitch run away?!"
"I tell you! If it had been ten years ago! She should have been sold into a brothel! The militiamen in the Traffic Department are tax thieves! Did they ever do anything useful?"
"Fuck! Fuck your mother! Do you hear me? I'll fuck your mother!"
...
...
Continuous yelling and apologies from the flight attendants came and went, and Jiang Xueming couldn't understand what was going on.
Until the voice of the words became smaller and smaller, and became farther and farther away, the newsboy finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped beside the wooden board.
Jiang Xueming took out the cigarette case from his pocket and gave the girl a cigarette——
"——What do you call it?"
The little girl took it easily, rummaged through her woolen clothes, but couldn't find the lighter, so she casually responded: "Daphne."
Jiang Xueming then took out the lighter and threw it away.
Daphne asked: "You won't catch me and you won't let me go. What do you want to do? Do you like me?"
Jiang Xueming: "I just want to know what's going on."
Daphne: "What a weirdo!~ You can't control it!~"
Jiang Xueming looked innocent: "You won't tell me, how can I care?"
"Hey!" Daphne pushed open a small trap door from the sound isolation panel to serve as a ventilation passage, her face full of impatience, "When the train arrives at the station, you are going to take me to the Metropolitan Police Department, right?"
"No, I don't have that idea. Speaking of which, you should be from the City of Tears, right?" Jiang Xueming asked.
Daphne was surprised: "How do you know?"
"The City of Tears has the largest pet market in the entire underground world, and there are also many pet restaurants." Jiang Xueming deduced about Daphne's clothes: "Your hat and clothes are stolen. Newsboys have their own scope of activities.
I won’t start at other unfamiliar sites. Even if I get caught, I will have the help of local Yinbei gang brothers and relatives and friends, so that my hands and feet will not be chopped off - you have a nice hat, give it to me?"
Daphne rolled her eyes: "Bang."
"How about I buy your hat and a pack of cigarettes? Is that enough?" Jiang Xueming sent a pack of cigarettes.
Daphne took off her hat, revealing a face full of scars, which had scabbed and healed. From her forehead to the side of her face, all the way to her neck, they were all injuries caused by whips or knives.
"Take it!"
Jiang Xueming took the hat and smelled it carefully.
Daphne felt chilled all over: "You're such a fucking pervert."
Jiang Xueming: "The City of Tears is disinfected by rain all year round. Are you from Xiacheng District? The musty smell is too strong."
Daphne: "Check my household registration?"
Jiang Xueming: "Nothing, I'm just curious."
The girl tied her hair up with a rubber band and muttered casually.
"Are you really desperate for your life? Are you going to race with me on the roof of the car?"
Jiang Xueming acted as a reply reader: "I'm just curious, whose money do you want to steal? Why do you know this guy has two million in cash? What is the money used for..."
Now Daphne didn't want to speak anymore, she just smoked.
Jiang Xueming: "Isn't it convenient to say so? Is it a gang thing?"
Although the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult has been destroyed, the ecological niche of the war gang will not disappear. No matter how banned it is, desires still need an outlet. In the gray area beyond the control of the law, there are still people organizing gangs to make profits from it.
"Father, have you ever heard of the fable "Meet Mr. Lawrence"?"
It took a long time before Daphne uttered such a sentence.
Jiang Xueming shook his head. He had never heard of this thing——
"—Lawrence Madison of the Little Brotherhood?"
Daphne: "That's Lawrence."
Jiang Xueming: "Then you have to talk to me carefully."
"When I was a child, my father was a free kick coach on the football team, and my mother was a dentist. I also have a younger sister."
Daphne crossed her legs and told Jiang Xueming a story.
"One day, my dad was injured. He couldn't run anymore. He couldn't pass the exam. He couldn't get into the head coach's office. He couldn't be cured by any panacea. His body function declined. Let alone the assistant coach.
He was out of breath even after running two laps on the court. His temper became weird and irritable, and no one could persuade him. When he got home, the pet dog would have to be scolded by him."
"Later he went to visit Mr. Lawrence. As a result, he was in high spirits and his mother was also happy."
"As the days passed, my father brought Mr. Lawrence back every day and asked Mr. Lawrence to make a small bronze statue for him at home."
"Every day he would kneel down and bow three times to this statue. After he finished praying, he would be happy and would dance with us. Sometimes he would dance from morning to night without stopping for eight hours a day."
"When he is unhappy, he worships Lawrence, and when he is happy, he worships Lawrence even more."
"One day he sent his mother away, got more money, invited several statues back, and asked us two sisters to worship together. After worshiping, he was ready to send us away in exchange for more statues of Lawrence - he said
Mr. Lawrence is God and can bring happiness and peace."
"I was young at that time and didn't understand anything. It wasn't until the gunsmith and my eldest sister came. I didn't know that my father was taking drugs. He forced my mother to take drugs together, and when he ran out of money, he asked her to sell herself."
"The Lawrence bronze statue at home is a coupon for an old customer. He can get a 20% discount from the drug dealer. If he sells it to my mother, he can get a 40% discount."
"Sell us two sisters and we can be used as slaves."
"Then the gunsmith and the eldest sister came, and we sisters were saved."
"I am the sister in this story——"
"——There are many, many families who are the protagonists of "Meet Mr. Lawrence."
"Why should I steal this money? Because my father owes a lot of debt."
Daphne took off her boots and rubbed her swollen legs. The soles of her feet had been soaked in the mud in the lower city of Skydome Station all year round.
"My house is still in the hands of the lender, and my sister is being watched by someone, this guy..."
Having said this, Daphne knocked on the sound board and pointed at the noble man in the carriage.
"This guy told me that if I can't raise the money before tomorrow, I will get rid of my sister."
Jiang Xueming: "So you came to steal his money and then give it back to him?"
"What's the matter? Can't it?" Daphne asked back: "There is an owner of the wrongdoing, and the owner of the debt. Why should I pay back the money my father borrowed? Since this old beast wants to cause trouble for me, shouldn't I put the trouble behind him?"
Give it back to him?"
Jiang Xueming: "What will he do with your sister?"
"This old beast is the drug lord of the Kings Gang. People call him Mr. Pan. He used to be one of Laurence Madison's minions, a small distributor. There are advantages to doing a small business, so you don't have to cut him down.
Head troubles.”
"Now that he is talking about rules and civilization, he will definitely not dare to kill, set fire to, and force girls into prostitution. But..."
When Daphne said this, she began to gnash her teeth.
"I only have this phone."
She took out an old touch-tone telephone from her clothes.
"My sister also has such a mobile phone, which can make calls outside. She said that she should be locked up in an old warehouse. There are no windows or furniture. There are bare walls everywhere. Even the door can't be found. It's covered with cement.
Sealed."
"She only has one meal a day and has been living like this for a week. She excrements and urinates in the same bed - I have no choice, I can't find her."
"I just want to steal this guy's money to force him to let him go! He knows I have this ability. If I steal other people's money, he will definitely want me to continue stealing! Steal more! I have to work hard for him!
I have to keep working for him..."
"I can't admit defeat, I want to fight back..."
Jiang Xueming finally understood the purpose of this cash - I'm afraid it was drug money from the King's Gang.
"Haven't you asked Qing Jin for help?"
Daphne: "What did I say to Laphin? I am a thief, very early on. After the gunsmith took care of Lawrence, I became a thief."
"You can try and give this phone number to Qingjin." Jiang Xueming said.
Daphne: "What about my sister? I want her alive!"
Jiang Xueming rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch.
"Well, it's still early, Daphne."
Daphne said doubtfully: "Huh?"
"Let me do you a small favor and bring your sister back."
Jiang Xueming put on his hat and hid his face in the shadows.
"As a reward, how about you give up your career as a newsboy?"
Daphne: "Just...you? So...so hasty? So simple?"
Jiang Xueming thought for a while and added some conditions.
"Why don't you give me your clothes again? I'm wearing a divine robe, so it's inconvenient."