13 Mink Street

Chapter 128 Ava's Snack Shop

"Hello."

Karen yelled.

Mr. Pavaro didn't move, and the two men in black turned their gazes to Karen.

"Is this a rehearsal for a show? Or some kind of novelty?"

Mr. Pavaro suddenly smiled and said:

"It's because you have less experience, and this kind of gameplay in dim sum shops has long been not uncommon."

"Tch, whoever goes to this kind of place, they are all older women."

"This is because you are young again. Age is the precipitation of technology."

Karen shook the soot, then poked his head out deliberately, and glanced at the handcuffs on Pavaro's hands:

"Debt collectors? The usury gangsters are also in handcuffs now?"

One of the black-robed men took out a police officer's ID and put it in front of Karen:

"We are the police, and now we suspect that you have acquainted with the suspect."

"Uh..." Karen immediately threw the unburned cigarette butt on the ground, raised her hand, and shrunk her head, "It's none of my business, it's really none of my business, I just think your clothes... Officer, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be in the way."

Karen slowly rolled up his car window with a smile on his face.

The man in black didn't really come to investigate Karen, he just wanted to scare him.

After all, the priests of the Whip of Order team are not so free that even an ordinary person who happens to pass by needs to investigate.

The handcuffed Pavaro got into the car, and the van drove away.

Karen, who was sitting in the car, slowly faded from the panic on his face.

"Oh, thanks, it's a good thing you're a smoker."

Does this mean that he already knew that he was not an ordinary person?

Karen was not surprised by this. Although it was difficult for him to be "detected" because of the special purification method, it was only limited to passing by him on the road;

I had contact with Mr. Pavaro several times, and he also checked Alfred halfway. It was not surprising to associate and find that I was not an "ordinary person".

To Karen's surprise, Mr. Pavaro took the initiative to mention the pastry shop.

Is this reminding yourself?

But why didn't he remind his two buddies?

Karen looked at the two guys who had been taken away by the boss but were still standing there motionless;

Well, it didn't seem to do much to tell them, the two fellas didn't look very bright, and Dincombe was better, but not much better.

Is that why you told yourself?

I owe people favors, but in fact I don’t have much contact with them, and I’m not considered friends. If it’s favors, it’s fine; if I give more money, or get some coupons to pay the boss’s wife, isn’t it over?

You know, the one I am most afraid of dealing with, and the one I most want to avoid dealing with, is the Cult of Order.

In short, ask yourself, seeing Mr. Pavaro was taken away, Karen didn't have a particularly strong urge to collect evidence to help him rehabilitate.

This is not as simple as helping Alaye's son with psychological problems. The former is nothing more than spending some time and energy.

However, since everyone has come, even if Mr. Pavaro has been taken away, he still has to do what he should come to thank.

Karen got out of the car, took out the gift from the trunk, and walked towards the funeral home.

On the way, they came to Pique and Dingcombe.

Peek looked at Karen who was walking over, feeling a little unbelievable for a moment.

Dingcomb took the initiative to reach out and helped Karen bring up the gift, humbly said:

"grown ups."

Looking at the reactions of Dingcomb and Pique,

Um?

It seems that I misunderstood something.

Karen immediately figured it out, he had misunderstood, he really just came here just in time, and there just happened to be the lighter prepared by Alaye in the car.

However, Karen hesitated for a moment, did not explain, just nodded to Dingcombe.

"My lord, please."

Dingcomb led Karen into the Funeral House. This is a shop along the street. Although there are two facades merged together, it still looks a bit rough.

Because the mourning ceremony had just been held, it was still a bit messy inside. There was a small high platform with a "guest" lying on it.

"My lord, here."

Dingcombe led Karen to the backyard. Behind it was the living area, um, there was also a work area, such as an unlocked room. Karen glanced out of the corner of his eyes and knew that it was a place similar to Aunt Mary's work.

The living room is not big, next to the dining room, Karen sat down.

Dingcombe poured another cup of black tea and put it in front of Karen.

Karen picked up the cup, put it under her nose and smelled it, but didn't dare to drink for a while;

Although he felt that it was almost impossible for Dingcomb to poison his tea to avenge his boss, why would he gamble with his own life?

At this time, Karen noticed a detail, that is, there was another room in front of her, this room was pasted with very girlish stickers, it should not belong to Mrs. Pavaro;

Even if Mr. and Mrs. Pavaro liked to play this kind of tune, they would not arrange the scene outside the door.

Karen put down the water glass, stood up, and walked to the door of the room. The door was locked from the outside, but it was not locked, but it was enough to prevent the people inside from getting out.

Seeing Karen walking there, Pique subconsciously wanted to come over to stop him, but Dingcomb directly grabbed his wrist to stop him.

Karen took the lock and pushed the door open;

Immediately, a strong musty smell hit the face, like a room full of pickles that had been spoiled long ago.

Karen blinked hard, her eyes were so smoked that she was about to shed tears.

However, it is not a storage room, but a bedroom.

The furnishings are very simple, with a large bed in the innermost part and a bathtub in the middle.

There were two girls on the bed, the same age, like twins, both about thirteen or fourteen years old.

One is lying on the bed and reading a book, and the other is sitting on the bed playing with stickers.

This kind of sticker Karen saw Mina play before, a piece of plastic cardboard, four female models on the top, and a row of skirts, pants and headgear underneath, like double-sided tape, you can match the female models by yourself .

The sound of the door being pushed open startled them, and they all looked up at Karen who was standing at the door.

The girl reading a book had half of her face covered with rotten sores, and the back of her hand was also a black sore;

The girl with the stickers had a clean face, but her neck was all black.

The bed they lay on was covered with a layer of plastic paper, because the abscess on their bodies would drip pus from time to time, and this layer of paper was for easy cleaning.

The musty smell in the room came from the two of them.

Karen frowned slightly. Since the enlightenment, his perception of the world has become clearer. Although it is certainly not as effective as the specific technique of "exploration", at least he can feel some very shallow weather .

He saw a "black mist" on the two girls;

They are not simply sick, but... polluted.

Karen backed out silently, closed the door of the room, and asked:

"Who are they?"

Dincombe replied, "My lord, they are the boss's daughters."

Mr. Pavaro's daughter?

"Is it polluted?"

"Yes, my lord, on the way out of school six years ago, I was avenged by a strange demon who was being captured."

"Can't this pollution be purified?"

"My lord, that strange monster is not powerful, but it is a spirit-type strange monster. I didn't notice their abnormality at the beginning, so the boss was busy continuing to arrest it. When the strange monster was finally caught, I returned home. The boss discovered that his two daughters had suffered from mental pollution.

Abscesses on the skin... just a symptom. "

Spiritual pollution can also be understood as soul pollution. After reaching this level, it is difficult to do root removal treatment, because soul pollution is not like problems with hands and feet. Even if it can’t be cured, you can choose to amputate;

The soul is like a glass of clear water, even if only a drop of ink drips into it, you can no longer scoop it all out with a spoon.

"Six years," Karen murmured.

"The two young ladies have to soak their bodies with the blood spirit powder soup every once in a while, in order to relieve and suppress the pain from the soul and body.

But with the passage of time, especially in the past two years, I have clearly felt that the interval between soaking has been significantly shortened, and the amount of blood spirit powder required for each soak has increased significantly. "

"Blood spirit powder?"

Karen remembers this thing;

At the beginning, old Anderson took Mr. Bader and Mr. Mike to show himself the asset list of Allen Manor. Compared with the worldly wealth of Allen Manor, the "church assets" shrank pitifully.

At its peak, the Allen family had twelve workshops and provided foundation materials for eight Orthodox churches.

Now, there are only three workshops left in the Allen family, and one of the nine lost workshops is the blood spirit powder production workshop;

If I remember correctly, this workshop is now in the hands of the Rafael family.

Dingcomb pursed his lips, and continued: "Although the boss can get order coupons from the district every month, but now, the monthly order coupons can't afford the blood that the two ladies need every month." Spirit powder costs, although you can buy a little with Rael, but the price is very expensive, and the quantity is very scarce.

Therefore, the boss will often take the initiative to accept the tasks issued by the district to earn extra order coupon rewards.

Even...will anonymously accept missions from other churches to obtain rewards. "

Allen Manor is extremely rich, but there is still a crisis of family ruin, because in the real circle of this world, the most valuable currency is coupons.

The special basic material blood spirit powder is directly supplied to the church by the workshop in the place of origin, and it is basically only circulated in that circle, so if you want to get it, you can only buy it by pointing coupons.

No wonder the proprietress specifically asked herself if she could get some coupons as a reward that day, because her two daughters needed coupons to buy medicine.

"So, Judge Pavaro, broke the law for this?" Karen asked.

Dincombe was silent.

Pique mustered up his courage and said, "The boss is not like that!"

"Peak, don't be rude to adults!" Dincombe scolded his companion.

Just then Mrs. Pavaro came in and called:

"It's so busy outside, you two dare to be lazy here!

Also, where is your boss? Where did he go? I couldn’t find him no matter how hard I searched. He wouldn’t be secretly going to the dim sum shop again!

Huh?

You are...you were the one that day, why did you come here? "

Pique cried to the proprietress with a mournful face:

"Mrs. Lake, the boss was taken away by the Whip of Order and taken into custody."

"What!" Mrs. Lake was startled, and then shouted, "It's not reasonable, it's not reasonable, it's fine if you're suspended and don't get a coupon salary, how can you arrest people!"

Mrs. Lake's eyes began to turn red, and she seemed to want to cry, but the fiery temper that had accompanied her for a long time made her not used to crying;

At this moment, she looked at Karen with red eyes, and asked again:

"Why are you here?"

Dingcombe didn't speak, and Pique said directly: "This is the lord of the Whip of Order."

"It's you?" Mrs. Lake looked at Karen incredulously, "It was you who took my husband away, you took my husband away?"

Karen couldn't answer.

Mrs. Lake made a gesture and wanted to rush up to fight Karen. Seeing this, Dincombe and Pique immediately reached out and grabbed Mrs. Lake. It is disrespectful to have physical contact with this lord.

"Are you from the Whip of Order? You pretended that day? You've been acting? Hahahaha, are all the Whip of Order good at acting? Why don't you go to the big theater to perform!!!"

"Ma'am, ma'am, you can't say that, you can't say that." Dingcombe immediately reminded his wife.

"What else do I dare not say! Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Seeing that she couldn't break free from the pull of the two guys, Mrs. Lake simply sat down on the ground. She frantically waved her hands and kicked her legs, and Dincomb and Pique could only step back and get out of the way.

Mrs. Lake looked at Karen again, with a clear mocking smile on the corner of her mouth:

"This is order, is this the whip of order?

You arrested my husband, is the charge still malfeasance? "

Karen didn't answer.

"Hehehe... I have been persuading him to neglect his duties, scolding him for being dull and dead-headed. In the past two years, the amount of blood spirit powder required every month has increased. I scold him almost every night;

Scolding him for not seeing that his daughter's skin started to fester again because he couldn't keep up with the soaking frequency?

He scolded him for not realizing that the two daughters were obviously in pain every time they saw us, but they kept gritting their teeth and pretending to be fine every time they saw us?

Scold him for not hearing the crying of the two daughters buried in the pillow in the room late at night!

I know that he can get more coupons, and he doesn't have to go outside to risk his life to take the task, and there will be no shortage of blood spirit powder for his two daughters, but he would rather be pinched by me without a piece of his back Pi, but also not!

well,

If he is really dereliction of duty, and my daughter can live a comfortable life for half a year or a year, even if you take him away, I will admit it!

but now,

Why, why, why! "

"I will investigate the matter clearly." Karen could only leave this sentence, and left directly.

Mrs. Lake, who was sitting on the ground, gritted her teeth and stared at Karen's back with red eyes;

But in the end, when looking at the door of the room with the girly stickers on it, she could only raise her head helplessly, letting the tears trickle from both sides of her cheeks.

Peak stepped forward and knelt down to comfort Mrs. Lake;

Dingcombe followed Karen out.

Karen walked to her car and opened the door.

Dingcomb stood there, a little embarrassed.

Karen looked at him and said, "Mr. Pavaro's matter will continue to be investigated. Your task now is to maintain the funeral home and take care of Mrs. Lake."

"Yes, my lord, I understand."

"Um."

Karen got in the car and started the car.

After driving down a street, Karen pulled over and pulled over.

He didn't expect this to be the case in Mr. Pavaro's family. Originally, he just thought that the Pavaro Funeral Service was just not well run.

Especially the two girls on the bed, the scars on their bodies.

In my mind, a sentence that Diss said at the beginning came to mind:

"Your father and mother were killed by me."

Because, they have been polluted...

Karen subconsciously reached for the pack of cigarettes next to the handbrake, opened it, took out one, bit it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

After taking a puff, he held the cigarette out of the car window, and propped his forehead with the other hand, closed his eyes, and kept taking deep breaths.

"Hoo... ph... ph..."

When the fingertips felt the burning sensation of the cigarette butt, Karen let go of his finger and dropped the cigarette butt.

Then it seems to be talking to myself, and it seems that there is really a person in front of me who needs to explain it by myself:

"With my current level of strength, I am not qualified to participate in this kind of thing for the time being. I think I can find a way to get some coupons, or get some blood spirit powder to send to their home.

Right, that is it. "

Karen felt that she had convinced herself and started the car again;

But when Karen parked the car again, he found that he had parked on a street, opposite to the "Ava Dim Sum Shop".

Out of nowhere, I drove here.

Karen turned his head and looked at the sign on the snack shop. After a long time, he finally decided to get off the car and walked to the door of the snack shop.

There were several trays of snacks on the counter, and seven women were sitting on the two sofas inside.

"Come on, come in." A woman greeted Karen warmly.

Karen took a step forward and walked in.

The women who had quite a lot of clothes on their bodies immediately took off their warm coats, revealing their cool clothes;

One of them looked at Karen with an unexpected smile on his face.

People have to eat every day. If there is a choice, why not eat something that is full of color, flavor and taste?

They are supposed to pick up customers every day. If there is a choice, why not choose the handsome and young one?

These women are all between 30 and 40 years old, maybe a little over 40, but because of the heavy makeup, under the ambient light, the specific age cannot be seen.

At this time, another woman came out with a dustpan just after sweeping the floor. She glanced at Karen standing in the center, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"Here comes a fresh fish, it will make you hungry."

After speaking, she calmly walked around Karen and dumped the garbage in the dustpan into the trash can outside the shop.

This woman is over fifty years old, she is not tall, and she hasn't done much makeup on her face, so the traces of the years are very obvious on her face, and she has no intention of fighting for this order at all.

However, when she finished taking out the trash and went back inside with the dustpan,

Karen raised her hand,

point to her:

"How much...how much?"

The woman was stunned, turned her head, and made sure that Karen was pointing at herself, and said with a smile:

"real?"

"real."

"I'm cheap."

"good."

"Then come with me."

The woman put down the dustpan, took Karen's hand, and led Karen inside.

Inside is a small compartment separated out, and the internal space of each compartment is very small, and only a lying board and a stool can be placed in it;

Of course, this place is not used for living, but for sleeping, and even if it is sleeping, it only takes a few cigarettes to lie down and then get up.

"here."

The woman led Karen into the cubicle, and Karen sat down on the couch.

"We only do half of it here, but we can serve you."

The woman said while tying up her hair with a rubber band.

Karen asked;

"Mr. Pavaro, do you know him?"

The movement of the woman tying her hair suddenly stopped.

When smoking, Mr. Pavaro said that age is the precipitation of technology.

This is why Karen chose her;

"Ah."

The woman laughed and sat down beside her. She took out a pack of cigarettes in her hand and took out one. She didn't give it to Karen, but lit it herself.

road:

"Let me just say, how could such a young and handsome guy come here to play? There are not many young and clean girls out there, and you don't even need to spend money.

I thought you were a mother. "

"I'm here for Mr. Pavaro's business," Karen explained.

"What about others?"

"Officially taken into custody."

The woman exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and then licked her lips. When she heard the news, she looked a little nervous, no, she was a little scared, and she whispered:

"Praise Mills."

Sometimes, this kind of praise is like "My God", "My God", "Thank God", for believers, it is like a daily habitual particle.

Followers of the Mills religion?

Karen knew that this church was a deity believed by the prostitutes who worked in brothels on the island during the pirate era. It was said that she was the lover of the sea god and would protect them.

The last time I came into contact with a Mills believer was in Mr. Morff's study. Karen was deeply impressed by the picture of the female believer drilling out from the drawer of Mr. Morff's desk.

Therefore, the very old woman in front of me is also a member of the church.

It is not surprising that she continues to engage in this business, maybe it is for a kind of practice, just like the local judges of Kosmos like to hold funeral societies.

The woman spent a long time trying to calm herself down, while Karen sat silently by the side and waited;

He saw a glass of water on the stool, and the water glass was covered with paper, which was the kind of rough toilet paper used in the toilet, not the tissue paper that would be placed in the coffee table tissue box on weekdays.

Any normal male, seeing this kind of red rough toilet paper, will probably subconsciously feel some scraping pain.

finally,

The woman spoke again:

"I have advised Pavaro before not to continue the investigation, because the background of being able to organize such a large number of people is absolutely extraordinary.

Besides, the Rafael family also sent people here, willing to provide him with blood spirit powder for free every month, enough for his two poor daughters.

But he was so stubborn, and he still reported the situation to the superior again and again. In fact, the failure to get a receipt for the first two reports could already explain some of the situation, which was also a warning.

But he ignored this warning, and continued to report to the higher authorities while investigating the matter himself.

I have always wondered what he was doing for;

In order to collect enough coupons every month, he does not hesitate to take on those very dangerous tasks, but unfortunately, he can get a hush money while sitting and doing nothing, which is enough for his two daughters Take a normal bath every month and live a life similar to a normal person.

Could it be,

Is it really for that sentence: praise order?

Everyone was just shouting, why did he take it seriously?

He was suspended two months ago. When he told me about it, both he and I knew that it was an ultimatum from above.

alright,

Now he's really in custody. "

The woman silently lit another cigarette and continued:

"Why do the judges of the Order of God have a high status, because they stand behind the Order of God, and the fist of the Order of God is the hardest;

But once the church behind you is not standing behind you, the judge is just a judge.

oh,

That glass of water is for service, but it's drinkable, if you're thirsty, you can drink it. "

"Not thirsty."

"Ah."

"Is this matter related to blood spirit powder?"

"He didn't even tell you this, but asked you to come to me?" the woman asked with some doubts.

But before Karen could come up with an excuse,

The woman nodded herself: "Yes, this matter, unless it is a last resort, definitely can't drag another person into the water."

She picked up the water glass by herself, took a sip, put it down again, and continued:

"In recent years, the production of blood spirit powder has been abnormally high, and his coupons are not enough, so he wants to buy some raw materials and see if he can make some by himself, even if the amount is small, but he doesn't sell it outside. , just need to share the pressure of using the two daughters.

As a result, because of this, he found that the supply of raw materials flowing into the York City area and the supply of blood spirit powder produced every month were completely unequal, and it could even be said to be out of balance.

This means that there is a huge amount of blood spirit powder that is not made of raw materials and is circulating in the 'market'.

As for the blood spirit powder, in addition to the production of raw materials, there is another production method, which is to use women's menstrual blood as a substitute raw material, which can save a lot of effort. Although the effect of the material will be reduced, it is the basic material and affects It won't be very big.

But that thing is not as easy as collecting feces in public toilets, and the society has never heard of any company that specifically collects this.

The most important thing is that the supply of the unbalanced extra production is so stable, there must be a large-scale and efficient collection method.

for example……"

Karen answered, "Keep people in captivity."

The woman nodded, and said: "I have to feed some special medicines, so that once a month becomes once every two or three days...or even shorter."

Hearing this, Karen swallowed, picked up the cup the woman had just drank from, and took a sip of water as well.

Seeing this, the woman laughed again, took out two cigarettes, bit them in her mouth, lit them together, and then brought one of them to Karen;

Karen reached out and took it, taking a sip.

"Do you know how many illegal immigrants smuggle into Wayne every year?"

Karen shook her head.

"Hehe, not only you don't know, but even the government doesn't know, because there are too many people, so many people, many women, no one cares where they are arranged to go after landing, and where they finally disappeared .

A notice to recruit female workers can deceive those girls who want to earn more money to lighten the burden on their families.

There are deep interests involved in this, and it can even be said to be the stain of the orthodox church. "

The woman looked at Karen and asked:

"I have a document here that records all the progress of Mr. Pavaro's investigation. If you plan to continue Mr. Pavaro's investigation, I can give you this document."

"I have not decided yet."

The woman didn't feel disappointed, nor did she show any contempt, but reached out and put her hand on Karen's back, like an elder gently stroking him,

road:

"You are real."

"No, I'm being hypocritical."

"Are you familiar with Mr. Pavaro?"

"I don't know him well. I've only met him three times. The last time was when he was arrested."

"But you are still here."

"Just happened to drive here."

"Well, you walked into the store again?" The woman covered her mouth and smiled, "Are you still going to say that if you didn't choose me by chance, you should be lying here now and being served?

Did you know that words and words often lie, but actions are the most honest. "

"What about you?" Karen asked, "Why did you help Mr. Pavaro investigate this matter? You should also be aware of the dangers you face here, and you can't get any benefits from it at all."

Because, Mr. Pavaro himself is already in such a miserable situation, it is hard to imagine what benefits he can offer to impress the woman in front of him, and ask her to help him investigate and take risks together.

The woman asked, "Do you know Goddess Mills?"

"I know."

"She is a prostitute. In that era, pirates played with and killed the women they captured at will. At that time, the prostitutes on the island were inferior to the goods.

Therefore, Mills chose to walk into the sea and become the lover of Poseidon in exchange for the warning from Poseidon to the pirates.

Since then, there has been a pact among the pirates:

No matter how big the storm is, you can't default on the hard-earned money of the prostitutes!

Being willing to give money, in itself, is a kind of respect.

Just like Mr. Pavaro's boss, or even his boss's boss, must have been involved in this matter, and they will often "praise order" in their daily life.

But are their praises the same as those of Mr. Pavaro?

Just like among the believers of our Mills religion, many believers only learn some magic techniques to please men, so as to obtain higher wealth and status enjoyment, and they will also "praise Mills\

,"But are they praising the real Goddess Mills?

The goddess Mills symbolizes fearlessness, fraternity and dedication!

She may have a humble background, she may have a humble job, and her ending and choices are also humble. There are no such high-ranking goddesses who have a clean and flawless resume;

But in my heart, this kind of girl who walks barefoot in the storm, despite the wind whizzing by, and the mud beating on her body, but still can sing beautiful songs, is the truly great and sacred existence. "

The woman hesitated for a moment, and instead of continuing to smoke, she looked at Karen and asked:

"What about you, what are you praising?"

I am taking the purification of order, using the magic technique of order...

But when I went home at noon, Karen, who was told by Pu'er, "You really profaned 'praise' completely", was a little hard to speak at this time.

He can naturally "praise nature" in front of Miss Bertha.

He can calmly "praise the whip of order" in front of Dingcomb.

But in front of the woman in front of him, he couldn't praise her.

The woman bent down, reached out, and took out a document bag from under the bed board, and placed it in front of Karen:

"I'm sorry to tell you, sir, your service time is up, you can choose to extend the time now or get up and leave directly, of course, when you leave, you can also choose to bring it or not.

After all, in the eyes of many people, the things in dim sum shops are as dirty as people. "

"How much is the service fee?"

"They're 40 reals, I'm 20 reals," the woman said. "You can see that too, I'm old."

Karen took out a hundred-real bill and handed it over.

"Oh, don't you have any change?" The woman asked with a headache.

"Sorry, no."

"Okay, I'll find it for you." The woman took out an old lady's wallet that she didn't know where she had hidden it before, took out a 50 denomination wallet from it, and took out three 10 real denominations, and handed it to the card holder. Lun.

Karen reached out to take the money, took out two 10 reals and put them back, saying:

"You are older, but your skills are better than theirs, it's worth it."

The woman smiled happily: "Hahaha..."

In my mind, that bastard named Pavaro appeared, every time he came to communicate with me about the latest investigation progress, he would give himself a service fee, and he would give him 40 reals every time, saying every time:

Although you are old, you are skilled!

Karen got up and walked out of the cubicle without the file bag.

Looking at the file bag still on his lap,

The woman smiled,

Ready to put it away.

But at this moment,

Karen came back again, smiled and said:

"Sorry, it's my first time to eat dim sum. I was too nervous. I was a little guilty and hurried when I left, so I left something behind."

talking,

Karen picked up the document bag from the woman's lap and put it under his arm.

The woman supported the bed with her hands,

legs apart,