I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

Wood District, Police Department.

Since the last troublesome serial murder case passed, the attention of this area has declined, and there are not so many eyes staring at it anymore.

But after all, it is the Wood District, a place where you can get news without violence for 24 hours.

As a police officer in charge of law and order, Edward Kenway can only be tough and must be tough.

Only in this way can the drunks and bastards in this area be deterred. To deal with bastards, they will be afraid only if they use more bastard ways.

"Guys, I'm going first."

After saying hello to his colleagues, police officer Edward changed his clothes after get off work, and gave a sigh of relief in vain.

As usual, the public carriage he took came all the way to Berlin Street. The road here was not smooth, and the road was full of gnawing mud all the way.

Not long ago, a sudden heavy rain in Liz washed the gray city from beginning to end.

After the muddy ground was soaked by rain, the entire road turned into a small yellowed stream, and the streets and ends of the road he passed were very dilapidated houses with wind leaks from the windows or doors.

There are only tents left in the open space, and most of the residents living in this area are yellow and thin, and their eyes are empty, looking forward to the next aid from the Leeds government.

Even the passing horses raised their hooves in disgust, trying to quickly leave this dirty and old area.

Berlin Street used to have another name, Refugee Street.

Refugees from some countries around the Kingdom of Baia escaped by boat and came to seek political asylum. Most of the refugees and the poor at the bottom were originally resettled in this area. At first, there was still a place to live, and the Leeds government would also provide regular subsidies.

Although there are not many, it is not enough to starve to death.

Later, the arrival of the real estate agent Morton and some bastards destroyed the ecology here. They plundered the land and built high-rise buildings, preached the theory of nationalist superiority, and blatantly excluded people who fled to Leeds.

As a result, the living conditions of Wood District residents are even more difficult.

Fortunately, not long ago, Edward received a letter of accusation accusing Morton of murder, and he had a legitimate reason to send Morton Henry to prison. This is probably the most commendable thing in Edward Kenway's life.

Getting off the carriage, Edward walked along an alley. There were some young children lying on the walls on both sides of the alley. Their eyes were empty and silently looking at every passerby here.

Among them are thieves and beggars, who walk on the edge of the gray business due to the pressure of livelihood. Even Edward, who is a public security policeman, sometimes turns a blind eye to this.

If you really follow those rigid laws to arrest people, you might as well turn Wood District into a prison.

"Sir, give me something to eat."

"I'm starving to death."

"Sir, sir..."

A few sallow-faced and thin children in the alley stared at him and turned to speak first, begging him for something real or false. For a moment, I don't know how many pairs of red eyes stared at him fiercely like hungry wolves.

"Step aside."

Edward spoke coldly, and there was no trace of sympathy in his indifferent eyes. He continued to move forward unwaveringly, ignoring the cries for help.

Past experience told him that as long as he hesitated a little, these children would cling to him.

He can't help everyone. Even if some children are given food, they will be snatched away by older children, and bloodshed may even occur.

Can't open this head anymore.

No matter how many times he walks through it, his attitude has to be tough, and he has to be tough.

Until, standing in front of a building with a roof, several off-painted off-white pillars prop up the two-story building, and large pieces of white walls on all sides are also falling down, and in the center is a play area for children. courtyard.

The sign hanging on it clearly reads "Aid Center for Underage Special Children".

This is a children's welfare home located deep in the residential area of ​​Berlin Street. It only accommodates infants who are too young to be able to move on their own, as well as sick children with physical or mental disabilities.

Some of them came from neighboring countries, some were born after accidents, and anyway, some people were forced to abandon their newborn children because of their livelihood.

Even in the Quaternary, child death is still a big unsolved social problem.

Even the princes and princesses carefully cared for by the major royal families cannot avoid premature death, let alone the descendants of ordinary civilians.

The rapid development of industrialization has led to a sharp increase in urban population, and the living environment is also declining.

This poor urban sanitation environment has created a breeding ground for diseases, such as influenza, smallpox, scarlet fever, tuberculosis... all kinds of diseases have become killers for infants and young children.

Compared with those children who are able to support themselves by begging outside, if these sick infants are left alone, the only thing waiting for them is death.

In Edward's view, this children's rescue center on Berlin Street has left the last light for a neighborhood that can't see a glimmer of hope.

"Mr. Kenway, you are here again."

The old director of the orphanage noticed that a tall young man had come to the orphanage. As soon as he entered, many children in the orphanage ran over with innocent smiles, and they all knew who it was without guessing.

The little guys hugged his thigh and called "Mr. Kenway~" obediently.

"Don't worry, everyone has it."

His rough voice in the past was extremely gentle today. Edward touched the heads of this group of poor children. Some of them were mentally handicapped, some were suffering from diseases, and they struggled and worked hard every day to survive.

It was as if all the suffering in the world had befallen this small asylum.

He took out candies and other gadgets from the crumpled handbag, and handed them to the little guys who were acting like a baby to him.

After finishing this matter, Edward took the old dean into the room, took out a stack of banknotes of moderate amount from his pocket, and handed them over.

"This is the living expenses of the children this month, please be sure to accept it."

"Mr. Kenway, we can no longer ask for your money. Now the economic downturn is difficult for everyone, and everyone is having a difficult time. You have done enough, but it is not in line with the rules to keep supporting like this."

The old dean shook his head vigorously, his attitude was very firm.

"Dean, the monthly subsidy from the Wood district government is only 20 crowns, but the actual number of people adopted by the hospital has exceeded 30. The daily expenses and the money for medical treatment are far from enough.

Could it be that you really have the heart to delay your children's illness because you can't afford the medicine? "

Edward was well aware of these data, and under his strong persuasion, the determination of the old dean was still shaken.

"Sir, I've been wanting to ask you for so long, what do you do for work?" The old dean looked at him curiously, as if he didn't understand where he got so much spare money.

"Working for some rich guys, fortunately, the bonuses are quite good." Edward Kenway thought it was funny and perfunctory, and he didn't dare to reveal his identity here.

Everyone knew that the Woodlands cops were in league with the big realtors who displaced them, and they thought the lackeys were as much of a bastard as the vampires.

The police are definitely the most hated people in the Wood District.

If the old dean knew his true identity, he would never take money from him again.

His current occupation and identity are not suitable for standing in the light to do such glamorous things, it is better to hide in the dark.

Follow the direction of the heart.

That's enough.

After staying here for a while, Edward was ready to leave after a while with the poor children on Hudong Road.

At the end, he took out some change from his bag and put it on the table, "Sir, by the way, let's buy some food for the children outside the door. It doesn't need to be too much, and everyone should share as much as possible."

"Don't sympathize with those little bastards, rely on a 'craft' to see if they can't starve to death."

The old principal scolded those older children harshly.

Stealing or cheating, and sometimes even using the orphanage as an idea to snatch food from younger children, he naturally didn't have a good face towards them.

"If they had a choice, they would definitely not want to be like this." Edward has seen too many such examples. If everyone can choose their own origin, no one wants to be born in the Wood District.

After repeated requests, the old dean compromised and agreed to his request, "If everyone in Baia had a heart like yours, sir, they wouldn't end up here."

"There are temporary problems in our country. The gentlemen above can't hear the voices below. Maybe this is a long and difficult time, but I believe that we can do better in our country."

As if trying to convince himself, Edward Kenway said it again forcefully, "I always firmly believe in this."

These words seemed to be addressed to the old dean, and seemed to be cheering up this endless asylum.

After walking out from Berlin Road, Edward felt extremely relaxed.

Use this method to repay the mistakes you have made. Although these efforts are just a drop in the bucket for the unpredictable environment, even if it is a weak force, save as many as you can.

For an inconspicuous person like him, if he can do a little, it's a little bit.

Take a breath, light a lamp,

Where there are lights, there are always people.

Not long after Edward came out, he saw a stained, gray-haired homeless man lying on a bench in the park.

He frowned instinctively, and his instinctive professionalism made him shout loudly: "Sir, you are not allowed to stay overnight here. Please contact the street rescue center if necessary."

"Okay, I understand." The homeless man got up, muttered and complained a few words, and then left, "You always say that, but what's the matter now?"

Edward's furrowed brows relaxed, and he was already accustomed to this. He waved to a carriage that happened to pass by, and the carriage stopped and sat on it.

After casually reporting a place name to the coachman, he closed his eyes and regained his composure.

The carriage creaked and the tires slid across the muddy road.

The noise around the street was getting smaller and smaller, and it was eerily quiet.

After walking two roads in a row, Edward suddenly became aware of his good professionalism. This was not the route to the location he gave, but another direction, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Kenway, you should have realized that you have done so many bad things. You should have thought of today." The coachman said sullenly, and then jumped out of the carriage, "We represent Liz The people decided to sanction you."

He drove the carriage to an inconspicuous alley.

After the driver's words fell, many masked people appeared in the alley. The leader wore a clown smiling mask. They came from all directions and completely blocked the exit.

"Caught it."

"I can't believe I just saw this bastard bullying a bum when I met him."

"God, he didn't even bother with those starving kids."

"The police in the Wood area are always like this, it's disgusting."

The more they talked, the more angry they felt, and this group of strangers who didn't know where they came from suddenly swarmed up and vented all their dissatisfaction on him.

Edward vaguely remembered that many people came up to punch and kick him.

As for who made the first move, he really couldn't see clearly.

And not just because these people are wearing masks.

They stand on the commanding heights,

Stand in the sun.