King’s Landing

After arriving in District 8, Jun Yuyan discovered that it was even more dilapidated than she had imagined, and it couldn't even compare to the garbage area.

The way to distinguish the eight districts is very simple, as long as you see that the flat asphalt road on the ground suddenly turns into the same dirt as the garbage area, you will know that you have come to the eight districts.

At first glance, the buildings in the eighth district are all old mud-brick bungalows that are dilapidated and painted, and Jun Yuyan even saw a house with straw, which formed a strong contrast with the high-rise buildings that can be seen everywhere in the central area.

The gray color, the telephone poles with small advertisements, the homeless in the leaky cloth, the black plastic bags that were thrown away by someone, the foul smell from the sewers from time to time, and the ubiquitous dust, garbage, Sewage, all places are showing the backwardness and poverty here.

If the dilapidated environment is acceptable, then the numbness and despair in the eyes of passers-by, the bony, yellow and dry faces, the lifeless state of being like a walking corpse, is the biggest difference between this place and the garbage area.

For the people in the eighth district, they have no strength, no resources, and no background. They will never be able to turn over in this life. They can only suffer here forever until their bodies are corrupted and their spirits are hollowed out. When he was less than thirty years old, he died needlessly, leaving no trace of himself in this world.

Looking at this place, Jun Yuyan almost thought that he had come to a previous life, those refugees from the most backward and poorest places in F continent who had only been seen in newspapers and TV.

No matter how the world changes, some things in the bones can't be changed.

The poor die poor, and the rich die rich. How difficult is class solidification to overcome?

In the end, Xin Lei patted her and said, "Don't think too much, let's finish the task first."

Jun Yuyan silently retracted these useless feelings in his heart, and now he doesn't even understand his own affairs, what is the use of other people's affairs here.

Following the guidance of the positioning receiver, the two of them passed countless residents who were as thin as bones sitting on the ground or begging or wandering. After searching for them one by one, they finally arrived at their destination.

The destination is still a dilapidated bungalow. The paint on the walls has not been repainted for many years. In some places, the walls inside are even exposed.

However, for people in District 8, if they can live in a house of less than ten square meters, they are considered rich here, and more residents are wandering in the open air on the street.

Xin Lei cautiously pushed open the bare and old door in front of the small house, for fear of breaking it with force.

However, with such a light force, there was still an uncomfortable creaking sound when the door was pushed open, as if he was painfully telling the injustice of the world.

After opening the door, the two of them saw the space inside. It was only less than ten square meters in size. There was no furniture in it. There was only a quilt with black dirty cotton wool lying on the ground, which almost filled the small space. Space.

There was half a plastic mineral water bottle on the ground next to it, which contained turbid water that could not see the color. And in the far corner of the room, there was a mess of cosmetics, which looked quite old.

There was a skinny girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, sitting on the quilt, wearing an extremely exaggerated red dress, covered with stains and dust.

She didn't seem to care that two outsiders broke into her house, so she lowered her head and couldn't see her expression clearly. At the same time, she held a purebred Persian cat in one hand and gently stroked its fur with the other hand. .

There was a faint paranoid madness in her temperament, as if this cat was her treasure.

However, the strange thing is that the cat's expression looks very sluggish. If you look more closely, you will find that one of the cat's legs hangs to the ground at a strange angle, as if it is broken.

Jun Yuyan frowned slightly, the cat was broken, was it an accident? Or was it beaten by this little girl?

At this time, Xin Lei stepped forward impatiently, intending to grab the cat directly. However, almost at the same time as he took the first step, the girl suddenly raised her head.

The look up made Xin Lei startled.

The girl's face was painted with extremely exaggerated makeup, green eye shadow, bloodthirsty red lips, thick black eyeliner, and her childish face that didn't open up, as well as her withered yellow skin that had been deprived of nutrients for a long time. , the sense of disobedience will overflow.

However, when Jun Yuyan looked at her, she always felt that something was not right.

Where is it?

At this time, the girl said, "Who are you? Is there something wrong?" Her eyes were full of precautions.

However, after Jun Yuyan and Xin Lei heard her, they were both stunned for a moment. Even Moji couldn't help but swear in Jun Yuyan's mind.

For no other reason, this tm is a male voice! It is still the kind of very distinct drake voice that is in the period of voice change!

Jun Yuyan finally knew that something was wrong with him before, because this girl... oh no, it should be said that he is a teenager. His facial lines are too clear compared to women, and with the heavy makeup, it is simply a look. A major disaster!

'I rely on it, what the **** is this Nima? Shemale? Women's clothing boss? Or mental illness? This year, everyone can really see...' The stimulated ink traces turned on the chattering attribute again, and couldn't help but complain.

Xin Lei swallowed, but when he was about to say something, Jun Yuyan stopped him.

She took a step forward, her eyes were calm, as if she didn't notice anything special about him at all, and said, "We're here to recognize this cat."

After Jun Yuyan finished speaking, he carefully observed the reaction of the boy in front of him, only to see that he shrank subconsciously, then held the Persian cat tightly in his hand, and then replied, "The cat is mine!"

After saying such a sentence, he closed his mouth tightly, with a stubborn look.

'Oh, I'll go, this kid is really shameless! Someone else's cat was beaten like this by him, but he was too embarrassed to say it was his! ? ’

Moji was probably frightened, and his sense of this person suddenly dropped to an extremely poor level, and when he heard the other party's obvious unwillingness to cooperate, he couldn't help but come out and accuse him again.

Jun Yuyan smiled helplessly when he heard Moji's words, and said in his heart: 'He probably took this cat as his spiritual comfort. And now it's not certain that the cat was beaten by him. ’

On the other side, Xin Lei frowned when he heard the words, and said, "It's obvious that you can't afford such a precious breed, so why deny it, if we really grab it, you won't be able to beat us."

When the boy heard this sentence, he looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and stared at Xin Lei viciously. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the door being kicked open.