13 Mink Street Chapter 57

　　 "Simon, this is the report you plan to submit to the Regional Management Office?"

"Yes, Lord Rasma. This report has actually been submitted to the district, but the district management office has not processed it; I submitted it to the Whip of Order, but after submitting it, I didn't get any. Respond."

　　Rasma looked through the report in his hand with a smile, and smiled:

　　 "So, you take this opportunity to submit this report to me?"

"Yes, Lord Rasma, because the subordinates believed that Judge Diss was suspected of abusing the "Ordinance". According to the handling report he submitted afterwards, it can be said that he is almost unabashed and can see that he is deliberately expanding. The target has had a great impact on the social order of Luojia City and directly interfered with the mayor election activities in Luojia City."

　　 "A local consortium spokesperson died, a reporter died, a congressman died, a mayoral candidate died, and four people died."

　　 "It died overnight, and there was a middle-level Berry teacher. Of course, he was damned."

　　 "Are they conspiring together?"

　　 "Yes, this is confirmed according to the report submitted by Inquisitor Diss and his own verification, and they did use the middle-level Berry cultivators to conspire together."

　　 "Well, so are there any questions?"

　　 "The subordinates believe that the handling of Inquisitor Diss can be more calm and minimize the negative impact if conditions permit, but Inquisitor Diss did not choose to do so."

　　 "Well, people, there are always times when you are in a bad mood, you can understand."

"But…"

　　 "It's nothing good. Even if you hand it over to me, this report is still useless. Will you accuse a person of killing innocent people because he trampled on a few ants?"

　　 "Subordinates don't think this analogy should be done."

"It shouldn't be such an analogy, it's unfair to people. Because he walks normally, he's actually the best way to maintain order. Even, he doesn't resist order, and he knows how to read the "Ordinance Regulations" before doing things, and after doing things. Knowing how to submit reports is enough to make the relevant persons in charge of the district and even the general conference to tears."

　　 "Subordinate..."

　　 "Have you seen Diss?"

　　 "Yes, these days, the subordinates are responsible for the transfer of documents from the regional management office to the surrounding area. They have met with Inquisitor Diss several times, and have passed on a copy of the source of evil copper coin from him."

　　 "Then what kind of person do you think Diss is? Leave this report aside."

　　 "Is a very rigorous and serious judge. Regardless of the improper handling of this report, the professional and responsible level of the Diss Judge is more than the average level I know of the other local judges."

"Ah That's good."

　　Rasma re-handed the report to Simon, the Whip of Order squad leader standing in front of him.

　　 "Master Rasma, does this report need to be destroyed?"

"No, you can keep it and store it first. This kind of small mistakes, even small mistakes that can't be counted as small mistakes, can't bring down an elephant, but if the elephant really falls down one day, these will be enough. Take it out and pour some sewage on the elephant's body.

　　 Okay, you can go now and go to your business. "

　　 "Subordinates retire."

　　 Simon respectfully left the roof of this hotel building.

　　 The Lasma Sacrifice, who kept his head trimmed and neatly stubble, stood alone here for a long time.

"Ugh…"

　　Rasma spreads out her hands and rubs her face vigorously until her face turns red.

　　 "I have tried my best to restrain myself, but I really can't help it, Diss.

　　 Every time I hear your name, I can't restrain my mood swings.

　　 Especially when I came to your city, this emotion has been haunting my heart. "

　　Rasma took out a small knife from the cuff, and one end of the knife was connected with a bead rope;

　　 immediately,

　　 He walked down the building while shaking the bead rope.

When he walked out of the lobby on the first floor, Rasma, who was previously dressed in solemn black attire, became an old man in a shabby leather jacket. The dangling dagger and the corners of his mouth were alive and well. Rogue image.

　　 He just wandered in this city. He didn't walk fast, and walked more slowly than the lady who was addicted to shopping and didn't buy.

　　 But his figure superimposed very quickly, as if he clearly appeared at the end of the street at first, and the next moment, he appeared on the street.

　　He is walking,

　　He is relaxing;

　　 It takes nearly 30 rupee to take a taxi on weekdays, and he quickly saves it.

　　 The soles of his rubber boots stepped into the puddles under his feet, splashing a lot of sewage.

　　 In front of you is Mine Street, the most famous flea market in Luojia.

　　 There is a dense flow of people and complex personnel. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the busiest place in the whole Luojia city, but it is not close to the bustling city.

　　Rasma took a deep breath,

Yes,

right here.

　　He needs this kind of place, where he can recall his childhood, where he can get his inner peace.

　　He walked to the door of a dim sum shop;

　　 There are many small-front dim sum shops on Mine Street. The dim sum shop has a door with short eaves. Under the glass counter next to it, basically only a plate of the cheapest chicken cake is placed;

　　Some dim sum shops are reluctant to even put one plate, so they put two or three, and the naked eye can see that it has long been moldy;

　　 has never been sold, but I am too lazy to replace it, a few chicken cakes, conscientiously acting as the most persistent old actor in the cabinet.

　　 Roja City bans the **** industry, to be precise, the entire Ruilan bans the **** industry.

　　 But the prohibition is a legal prohibition. In terms of social climate, Ruilan, which has been affected by Wien, still maintains a certain degree of openness, and this industry has always had a clear and unmistakable market demand;

　　 Because of this, a new presentation model has generally been formed in Ruilan, such as...Dim Sum Shop.

　　, from small dim sum shops in the form of dense small workshops in Mine Street, to large shops with exquisite and brilliant doors in the city, all they hang are "catering licenses."

　　Customers come to my shop to buy dim sum. The dim sum is filled with my "love" and strong "artisan spirit" flavor, so its price is much more expensive than ordinary dim sum;

　　 But one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, right?

　　 After the customer bought the snacks, as a clerk, I met the customer. We chatted for a few days, and the relationship quickly heated up. We instantly confirmed the relationship between the boy and girl friends, and then couldn't help but want to happen between couples;

　　 After the incident, the relationship broke down quickly and we broke up again.

　　 But love is hard to cut off completely, and stubbornness is the real normal. So the next time my ex reappears at the door of my shop, as long as we buy another snack, our feelings will be revived immediately.

　　 Dalot, one of the greatest poets in the history of Luo Jia, once wrote in his poems written in his middle age:

　　 "My youth has long been stored in the snack shop in my hometown. I know very well that even when I am old, I can still come here again and reminisce about the lost youth."

　　Rasma came to the door of a small dessert shop, the plate of chicken cakes inside the counter was fairly fresh;

　　 A woman was sitting on a small bench knitting a sweater, and she looked up and saw Rasma standing at the door.

　　 She put down her needlework, stood up, opened her coat, showing her figure.

　　Rasma glanced, smiled, took out five hundred-rupee banknotes and put them on the counter.

　　The woman frowned slightly: "Sponsorship?"

　　Rasma sighed, and said with emotion: "Is it so expensive?"

　　 The woman shook her head: "You have misunderstood, don't need so much, I will go home to tutor the child's homework at night."

　　 "Just this afternoon."

　　 "Okay, come in, but you take a few of them back, it's too much to include the tip."

"Need not."

　　Rasma pulled out the plate with chicken cakes in the cabinet. There were exactly five chicken cakes inside. He picked up one and took a bite and walked in.

The 　　 woman skillfully put down the door panel.

　　 It was dark inside, and the woman turned on the light and turned on.

　　 is a bit rudimentary, a bed, a dilapidated sofa, a squat and a water pipe without a sprinkler.

　　Rasma lay down on the bed, and the woman sat down beside him, stretched out her hand to massage his leg, and asked:

　　 "Did you drink?"

　　Rasma shook his head.

　　 The woman is relieved.

But just as the woman was preparing for the next move, she was stunned. She saw the man in front of her put a knife in front of her. A strange scene happened. The bead rope above the knife obviously didn't have any hold, but it looked like Is fixed there;

　　 The man stretched out his finger, knocked a knife, and the knife began to sway back and forth on the bead rope.

　　 The woman was pleasantly surprised: "Are you a magician?"

　　Rasma nodded, then pointed to the side:

　　 "I'll lie down for a while, you stand, do nothing, the time is up, I will go."

　　 "Can you?" the woman asked suspiciously.

"Um."

　　 The woman who got the affirmative answer got up, took the needle and thread back first, stood there, leaned against the wall, and continued to knit the sweater.

　　 She has seen a lot of strangers, and this is not the strangest one.

　　 Lasma, who was lying on the bed, looked at the dagger swinging in front of him. He was trying to bring his heart back to order, so as to reduce the undesirable mood swings he had caused when he came to Luo Jia.

　　 It's like trimming a beard, he has become accustomed to exquisiteness and care;

　　 And this knife is the shaving tool in my heart.

　　The sight in front of Rasma began to degenerate from color to black and white.

　　 while watching the swing of the knife,

　　 In his ears, he heard the rhythmic shaking of the bedboard next door, heard the heavy gasp, heard the real or false cater, heard the false compliment;

　　 On the tip of his nose, he smelled a lot of pungent odors, ointments, dirt, disinfectant, cold, salty damp...

Gradually,

　　 His senses began to radiate;

　　 He heard the screams in the street, heard several men gather together and talked about the figure of whose wife, and heard several women gathered together and talked about the length of whose man's man was;

　　 heard the sound of small antique vendors selling at the flea market, and even their inner evaluation of the customer in front of them:

　　 Yo, I'm an expert.

　　 Heh, fat sheep.

　　 On the tip of his nose, he smelled the moisture on the street, smelled the decadent smell of the elderly in the house, and smelled the fragrance of cheap saponins;

　　 After his "line of sight" showed a gray and monotonous, his other senses became extremely rich in an instant. He was like a spider, rapidly expanding his web of perception.

　　 He was searching, searching for his childhood in his memory, sitting on the street full of puddles, staring blankly at the pedestrians coming and going.

　　 At that time, he was unfamiliar with this world and puzzled, but at the same time, he was objective.

　　 Every once in a while, he would choose to reorganize his "perspective" in such a way, which is his way of purifying faith.

　　 He called his childhood self again and again, borrowing "eyes" from him to examine the current world over and over again.

　　At this time,

　　 His sight also began to spread.

　　 He saw black and white people. They lived and worked here. Their trajectory followed a certain order.

　　 Although there are frequent thefts and even gang fights, the security is not comparable to the urban area, but even so, there is still order here.

　　 People gather here, believe in a certain order they need, and then arrange their lives on the grid of order;

　　 They are walking, but at the same time they are jumping the grid.

　　 The same is true for the thief and the stolen victim. They just jumped into the grid where they should be at this time.

　　 "Oh, your shoe was repaired for 3 Lu coins, don't worry, 3 Lu coins, I can definitely repair it as new, if you add 2 Lu coins, I will add another layer of leather to the sole of your shoe."

　　 A voice came into Rasma's ears, giving Rasma a slightly different feeling, and his gaze "moved" immediately.

　　 He saw a man with no legs sitting behind the stall on the corner of the street, bargaining with customers who came to repair shoes.

　　 "Do you inquire about the techniques of repairing shoes in this street, who doesn't know my lame Lott?"

　　Rasma is lying on the bed in the dessert shop,

　　 But his figure appeared in front of Lott.

　　 It's just that Lott couldn't see him, and the pedestrians passing by passed directly through "Rasma" without any obstacle.

　　Rott's body is off-white, which is much lighter than the others, even with a slight color;

　　 Although these colors are gradually fading, and it won't take long before they will become like ordinary people around, Rasma still stretched out his hand and grabbed the "color" on Lott.

next moment,

　　 The real Lott was still there to discuss the price of repairing the shoes, but in front of "Rasma", he saw a blue-faced Lott talking.

　　 "He should have been poisoned to death."

　　 "What did you say?" the woman asked suspiciously while continuing to knit the sweater.

　　 "Okay, you can rest assured, tomorrow you come to get your shoes."

　　Rot negotiated a deal.

　　 At this time, he saw his wife walking over with his mother, and he immediately asked:

"what did the doctor say?"

　　 The wife replied: "The doctor said that he just had a bad stomach and prescribed antidiarrheal medicine."

　　Rot immediately blamed his mother:

　　 "You are old and your stomach is not good. You can't eat those foods. You are not allowed to eat them next time."

　　 The old mother retorted: "If I eat more, you can eat less. Your body is really precious. I said, it's not a big deal. It's a lot of money to go to the clinic to prescribe medicine."

　　 "Hey, isn't that making money for this, dear, you take mom back to rest and make a cup of milk tea for mom."

"Um."

　　 "Rasma" looked at this wife, she was also colored in color, and she stretched out her hand and gently "pulled out", and saw a face that should have been broken.

　　 There are also colors on the old grandmother's body, and he pulled it out as if he stretched out his hand. The kind old grandmother now showed a hideous face, with her tongue sticking out.

　　 "It should have been face down and fell to death."

"Um?"

　　 "It should have been hanged."

The woman immediately said: "Are you talking about the'Hisuo' family that died last time? Oh my god, that was really big news. In a good family, the host committed suicide by poisoning. His mother hanged himself and his wife took him with him. The daughter committed suicide by jumping from the tube upstairs. The whole family committed suicide one night.

　　 Many reporters came to cover the incident, and the newspapers were a sensation. For this reason, a large-scale demonstration broke out in the eastern district. "

"dad."

　　 A cute girl ran up to Lott.

　　 Lott took out a 5 Lu coins that he had just received from the last guest from his pocket and handed it to Sarah.

　　 "Father, no money, I was invited by Mina and Karen brothers to have a picnic together."

　　 "Take it, buy Mina and the others some sweets to eat. You can't spend a penny, so you can't be friends."

　　 "Okay, father."

　　 Sarah took the money, walked up, and kissed her father on the forehead.

　　 "Let's play, it's been delayed because of your grandma's visit to the clinic, don't worry, your grandma is okay."

　　 "Okay, father."

　　 "Rasma" noticed that the girl also had colors on her body that hadn't completely faded away. He reached out his hand to grab it, and saw a disfigured face.

Then,

　　 The girl ran up to a handsome guy and yelled cordially:

　　"Brother Karen. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Lott stood up and said to the guy:

　　 "I'm sorry, because of her grandma's matter, it has delayed your time."

　　 "The body of the elderly is the most important thing, so we should not delay."

　　 "Thank you for taking Sarah out to play, you know, my mother and I are busy in business, so I can't spare time."

　　 "Yes, but there is always a peak season for business, unfortunately, my house has been off-season recently."

　　 "Oh, that won't work, it's better in peak season."

　　 "Rasma"'s eyes fell on the talking young man.

　　He is handsome,

　　 Even under the background of "black and white" tones, he can still see his exquisite appearance and still give people a feeling of incompatible with the surrounding person.

　　 It's just that "Rasma" is not interested in these,

　　 After confirming that there was nothing unusual about this young man except for his good-looking appearance, he looked away.

　　 let go of this "normal" young man.

at the same time,

　　 Lasma, who was lying on the bed in the dessert shop, sat up, and at the same time stretched out and held the dagger in her hand.

　　 "That girl, also fell to death."

　　 "Yeah, didn't I just say that, their family is dead, a man, an old mother, a wife and their only daughter committed suicide overnight.

　　 Alas, what a poor family. "

　　Rasma listened to the woman's words while looking at the knife in her hand,

road:

　　 "Originally, it shouldn't be theirs."

　　 The update is too violent during this period, and my body and work rest are a bit tired. There is no second update today, so I need to take it easy.

　　 Hold everyone tight!

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