Deceiving the world, I created a modern extraordinary civilization

The old man was still standing there, and the old man was still standing there.

Anji stood there quietly, with the dim light pouring down from above her head.

Her expression was covered in the shadow and could not be seen clearly.

"It's an unimportant person. The matter has passed. Don't ask, brother."

Seeing this, Mullah could not hide his disappointment.

Are you still unwilling to tell him everything now?

The broken iron door could not block the night wind, and the breeze from the gap rolled up the messy papers on the ground.

A familiar pattern came into view.

Mullah bent down to pick up the specimen that was blown out of the page. It was a specimen of a small purple flower.

"Do you still remember this flower?"

Anji's body stiffened slightly, and the hand holding the ointment tightened.

"Yes, it's my birthday present for my brother."

Mullah was born in winter, the coldest time in Britain.

That year was the first year after Angie's grandmother passed away.

The old lady passed away before she could teach the brother and sister to survive on their own.

That was the most difficult time for the two.

Mullah's prostitute mother had a hard time supporting herself.

After Mullah insisted on keeping Angie, he completely let him go and drove him out of the house.

The two shivered in the shabby house left by the old man.

They didn't even know how to go to the city and beg from those well-dressed people in the foggy city.

They didn't know how to sell misery.

They could only wait until the next day with an empty stomach and try their luck in the city.

This small primrose was given to him by Angie at that time.

"Brother, happy birthday." At that time, little Angie's eyes were shining and she looked at him expectantly.

The purple flowers still had water droplets formed after the snow melted.

Ordinary, but also beautiful.

He didn't know where Angie got the exact time.

If he hadn't had to fill in all kinds of information at school, he would have forgotten that he had a birthday.

Birthdays are a luxury and useless thing for people like them.

Although the small primrose was just a wild flower picked by Angie on the roadside.

But it didn't prevent him from enjoying the joy of being valued when receiving a birthday gift.

This was the first time that Maura received a birthday blessing and the first time he celebrated his birthday with others.

Angie was still very young at the time.

But because of the environment she grew up in, she was no longer as noisy as ordinary children.

"Grandma told me that this flower is called small primrose, also called primrose."

Little Angie's cheeks were puffy, trying to prove that her gift was carefully selected and not randomly chosen.

"Grandma said that there were many flowers of this kind in the past, but now there are fewer and fewer. I haven't seen it for a long time."

"But I found it today, and it bloomed very beautifully. It must be Grandma's blessing to us!"

Little Angie's ideas are always very beautiful.

Want to use this method to prove that grandma is not really dead.

She handed the purple flower to Maura, with sincere dependence and blessing in her clear eyes.

"Brother, don't you think it is very similar to us? The little flowers of spring appear in winter at an inappropriate time."

"We can also bloom beautiful flowers like it."

In fact, Angie is a product of inappropriate time just like him.

Angie and his grandmother did not live in Piccadilly Street.

It is also a story of irresponsible parents.

Her parents are a pair of prodigals who don't want to continue to raise Angie.

So they abandoned their young children and elderly mother and eloped.

They never came back.

Under economic distress, the grandparents and grandchildren came to this notorious neighborhood and tried to survive.

They are people with the same luck who met at the same corner after drawing different lots.

Maura can still clearly remember what Angie looked like that day.

The embarrassed little girl looked up at her with a smile on her face.

She pointed to the small primrose in her hand.

"Brother, primrose, spring is coming."

Maura, who was originally walking under the pressure of responsibility, suddenly felt his eyes moist.

Since then, the relationship between the two has become closer.

Maura, who originally took extra care of Anji because of responsibility, completely recognized the identity of the other's sister.

They had the same misfortune and the same fate, and they were the closest relatives.

Later, as they grew older, the owner of the restaurant would no longer frown at Maura's age.

They were finally able to survive.

They could even celebrate each other's birthdays every year like a secret deal.

Wishing each other to come into the world on that day.

But this flower will always be special.

Maura dried it into a specimen and carefully treasured it in a book.

Hidden.

What a pity.

Now it was turned out and thrown on the ground casually.

Just like his current mood.

Maura couldn't help but use force to hold the dried flower, almost damaging it.

He suppressed his sadness and spoke harshly to his sister for the first time.

"You still remember it, but do you still remember our original agreement? Do you not recognize me as your brother!"

They agreed not to be defensive against each other and tell each other everything.

But he had no idea about such a big thing!

He knew that his sister was not as innocent as she seemed.

If you want to survive in Piccadilly Street, no child can guarantee a pure white.

Many times, their counterattacks still rely on Angie's cowardly image.

But he didn't expect that his sister would dare to kill people!

People like them basically have no friends.

In other words, Angie is a person who has accomplished... so many things he doesn't know.

"No, no!" Angie couldn't help it anymore and threw herself into Maura's arms, "I never thought about it that way!"

"You will always be my brother, my only relative in the world!"

"It's just that I need time. In a few days, I will tell my brother everything about those people."

The sudden revelation was also unexpected for her.

She originally thought that the matter was over and no one knew about these things except her.

Maura stared at her for a long time, and finally wanted to give her a chance.

"Okay, I'll give you time."

Before Angie smiled, he continued.

"I just want you to tell me one thing now, the name of the person you killed."

Other things can be postponed, but this one can't.

What they did was not completely clean, and fighting was the norm.

What intentional injury, indirect injury, could be something he knew.

Only direct killing could not be washed away by him.

Maura could clearly feel that Angie's hand hugged him tighter for a moment.

Then, he heard a name.

"Habib? Uncle Briceño's son?" Maura's eyes widened, "Didn't he die in an accident?"

A year ago.

Maura used to work as an apprentice in a high-end restaurant.

Habib was the son of the restaurant owner, a damned beast.

At that time, Angie came to the restaurant to look for him once or twice, and happened to run into him.

The beast firmly believed that Angie was hiding her appearance and wanted to adopt her away from Maura.