The Righteous Player(s)

   Chapter 1024

  Although more than one hundred years have passed, the layout of the city has completely changed.

  However, Isaac can barely find traces of the past...After all, this port city was originally the place where he was born.

  Annan followed him, watching Isaac's familiar and somewhat unfamiliar burrow into the alleys, thinking and remembering, looking for memories that had long since passed away.

   "I still remember here... this should have been a broken wall."

As Isaac took Annan through the alley, he stretched out his hand and gestured in the middle of the alley: "It's probably only over a meter high, and there is a depression on it for some reason. It's like being broken by a long-handled hammer. trace."

   "Break the wall, but didn't break it completely?"

  Annan asked jokingly: "That said, it's a good time to turn over when you escape. If you lie in the corner, maybe you can kill a few more."

   "Maybe it is true."

  Isaac nodded instead. He stretched out his hand to support the beautiful and clean white stone wall around him, feeling a little nostalgic: "If I remember correctly, this place should have been residents' houses. The walls are all dirty, in addition to dried blood, there are Excreta. Marks drawn on the wall with thieves and pirates-in addition to conveying information, they are also used by undercover agents to exchange information.

   "Now, it has become a bakery. The one next door has become a seller of shell products... What is it called, a souvenir shop?"

  Isaac hurried forward while talking.

  He is not seeking an answer from Annan.

  Just because of everything around, the city in Isaac’s childhood impressions has undergone tremendous changes.

  Until then, Isaac realized one thing clearly.

  That is since Isaac left the city... until he died and was reborn, he never came back.

  Everything in the "Black Sail Town" in front of him is different from the "Red Sail Town" in his memory.

  The people of the past are gone, the buildings are gone, and even the name of the town has changed... Except for the fact that it is the same place geographically, Isaac can't even find the traces of the past.

  Annan cast his eyes on Isaac who was walking in front, staring at him intently.

   And Isaac ignored Annan.

  He just looked at everything around him...as if trying to extract the old projections from it.

But the harder he tried to remember the past, his words became paler: "I still remember this place... Ah, yes, that's right. This was originally not a square. There were originally two walls blocking it, forming an acute alley. A pile of **** is piled up here. We call this "Smelly Alley". Those gangs will throw the body directly here, and it will give off a very smelly smell after it rots.

"I still remember here... Yes, in this alley, there was an old man with a sick mind. The children on this street are very afraid of him. Some say he eats children, and some say he has life in his hands. Others said he was an old killer who failed to assassinate wizards.

"But I'm not afraid of him, because I heard that he used to be an inventor, and then I think that because of something I might have offended someone and fell here and went crazy, or maybe pretending to be crazy, but in any case... who knows. "

  Isaac speaks very fast. And faster and faster.

  His pupils trembled slightly, as if they were a little confused and flustered.

  Excitement, tension, nostalgia, sadness, restlessness... The constantly changing strong emotions made Isaac's brain fall into chaos.

  Even Isaac himself didn’t know what the surge of emotion in his heart was.

  In a sense, "Black Sail Town" is not much different from "Hongfan Town" more than 100 years ago.

  The fish market is still the same stinky. Gambling stalls are still doing life trading. Large and small gangs of pirates are still rampant. There are still so many people coming and going.

  Some people get rich this night, and some people become penniless in an instant. On the one hand, under the deterrence of the “supervisors” of the Mounted Police and the gang, everyone enjoys a relatively safe and stable life in the sunlit area... and after the night falls, it will become a chaotic and noisy zone.

  All this has not changed from before.

  But...

   Dilapidated alleys became tidy, and old and dirty houses were flattened and rebuilt. People are no longer dressed as shabby as they were more than a hundred years ago. There are no more children pushing iron frames with various fish on the street, and children controlled by gangs, begging or stealing are also gone.

  At least on the bright side, "Black Sail Town" is indeed much better.

  However, it is completely different from the "Red Sail Town" in Isaac's impression.

  Isaac suddenly became silent.

  He didn't say a word, and carefully guided Annan around the streets and alleys of Heifan Town. It's as if it's lost, and it keeps turning back and going back; it's as if there is a clear goal, looking for something.

  Suddenly, Isaac's pace stopped.

  The one who appeared in front of Annan was the middle-aged man who was dragged behind a horse after being beaten up.

  The man's face was already bloody, and he could hardly see his original appearance. The gravel is embedded in the flesh, perhaps also embedded in the bones.

  He may be dead, or he may just be in a coma. He was tied under a street lamp with his head down.

And a little boy whose legs and ankles were loosely tied by a rope, and another little girl whose feet were also tied up, was being caught by a thin, tall man with a white mask with an exaggerated smile on his face. Take the left and the right with you.

  The tall man stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulders of the two children. Or it can be said that Xuxu is placed on their necks.

  His hand is so big that it looks as if he can squeeze the necks of two children easily. His brown pupils seemed to be solidified and dried blood.

  And the two children did not cry or behave hysterically.

  The little girl just lowered her head and sobbed quietly, while the little boy stared at the middle-aged man who did not die with a complicated look mixed with sadness, resentment, and pain.

  There was a circle of people around.

   Around the innermost are men with relatively thin builds and relatively dark skin. They all wore loose jackets with many metal zippers, and their hands were expressionless behind them.

  There are also a few men and women who are more than two meters tall and look very fat~www.wuxiaspot.com~, they seem to have machine gun bullets hanging on their bodies, and they have a strange spiked board on each shoulder.

  Behind the tall man, there are still some croupiers standing together, both male and female, who are pretty good, with mysterious temperament and good-looking faces.

  Although Annan saw this scene for the first time.

  But thanks to the "childhood" Isaac had told him before, he immediately recognized it-this is what Isaac called the "gambling stall" before.

  ...But the owner of that gambling stall has already been killed by the whole family?

   "Are they still driving?"

  Annan exclaimed: "That's really a century-old shop."

"……Do not."

  Isaac spoke suddenly.

  His voice is low and deep: "We have passed by that gambling stall before...He has now been converted into a clinic.

  "And here...here, a hundred years ago...

   "...It's my home."

  (End of this chapter)