The sin of wearing a crown

Lower town late at night.

In this benevolent realm of darkness, it should be a time when some gang members are active. After all, there are many things that cannot be exposed to the sun. Different from the numb and lifeless atmosphere during the day, the downtown area should be very lively at night, with dramas played out day after day with the cries of the exploited as the music.

After all, it is a rights void.

As long as the nominal rule is maintained, the little bit of oil and water that the poor and humble people in the Lower City can barely squeeze out can be given to the vicious dogs and poisonous insects below to fight for.

After picking up the knife and fork and eating his fill, he could wipe the corners of his mouth gracefully and maintain his gentlemanly demeanor.

It sounds like two worlds.

This has been a natural thing since ancient times, and it is a natural thing that no one wants to change. However, in this world that has been formed for granted, a few people will always be born and strive to climb up and leave. Bill Williams was a man who left such a world with a disgust that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Bill was a gentle gentleman with a smile.

But behind that face is the name devil, which is of course closely related to his past. Bill has rarely mentioned the past, his family, and why he would be so cruel and cruel when facing those who lived with him.

Today, Lin En had the opportunity to peek under the surface of Mr. Narrow Eyes.

On the dirty and smelly narrow streets, two figures, one tall and one short, were draped in moon gauze woven by the moth moon, walking on the ground where sewage flowed across and rats and cockroaches ran everywhere.

Their voices were different from the whispers here, they were aboveboard and upright. In this sneaky night, no one dared to take another look at them.

"...Every day, there are people trying to leave this place, holding on to their hard-earned money accumulated day by day, dreaming of the dream of moving to a big, comfortable and clean house. But, the next day, these idiots will I saved my life and money, forgot what I was thinking about yesterday, and happily jumped into various oil presses. "

"Oil press?"

"Actually, it's a scam. For example, in a casino, don't talk about tricks like scammers. Even if you don't do anything, you can make a profit without losing money just by drawing the turnover. Then there is lending. As long as you borrow money, don't If you want to pay it back, even if you are lucky enough to be able to pay it back, they will find ways to make you unable to pay it back. They will break a leg, change the IOU, and take you to the casino. Of course, the most profitable thing is the happy water, those. He used his children and his wife to pay off his debts, sucking the poisonous bugs until his brain was damaged. In order to take a sip, he could chop off his own hands to pay off the debts, and there were more than one. "

"Don't they know?"

"They know, little sir, the people here are not stupid. On the contrary, they are cunning enough to pull out the old mother under your nose for a copper to gain sympathy. Gods, I hope that poor old woman is him. Mother, otherwise you won’t even get a quarter of a copper.”

"Then why do they still live like this?"

The young man's voice was filled with confusion and confusion. He stepped on the smelly sewage and seemed to know the world again. After all, he was not born here, and he has never been in a place like this. Naturally, he is not as knowledgeable in subtleties as his companions around him.

Even from the lower reaches of history, not everything can be seen. In that country, I dare not say that there is no evil at all, but on the surface, organizations like this, which directly and openly collude with the upper class to act as a protective umbrella, often have tens of thousands of members, no longer exist.

But things have to be criticized. Based on Lin En's observations in the past few days, it can be seen that the gangs in the lower city are not simply exploiting. This is not beautifying or whitewashing. If the mobile vendors in Xiacheng District were bullied, or simply beaten up by patrol police and the like, then these gangs could organize people to seek justice.

Even if they are untouchables, the masters have to appease them and punish the people under their control in a symbolic way.

Of course this is rare.

More often than not, it is normal to be colluded together to bully and squeeze. Even untouchables have to compete with each other. It is really an extreme black humor.

"Why?" Bill thought about his dark first twelve years.

Then he patted the large wooden trunk with his gloved hand.

"Because they can't control their dog's paws. If they have money, they want to play with it, take a sip, or have sex!"

"Is this so..."

Linn didn't think Mr. Bill's answer with a trace of resentment was the correct answer, but he didn't have a perfect answer at the moment, so he just followed Bill's words.

The upper-class gentlemen do not regard poor people as the same species as themselves, so they can watch them being whipped in the mud with peace of mind, holding wine glasses and sneering that these guys deserve to be slaves for the rest of their lives.

But Lynn couldn't.

Is he weak?

No, when he fought five death row inmates to death two days ago, Linn was fully mentally prepared and used his cane to blow the heads of all five damn prisoners into pieces. His ferocity was not weak at all.

In the final analysis, Linn was guided by his pre-travel thinking. He knew what was right and what was wrong, and he could not sit on the people's heads and lord it over him with peace of mind. The separation between Mr. Xiao and this world has always been ongoing, but he has adjusted very well and tried hard to integrate into the times.

Obviously, due to work needs, he patrolled the lower town to catch rats these past few days, which intensified the rift between Lin En and the world.

He couldn't help but feel horrified as he looked at those insensitive eyes.

Not many mice were caught, but Lin En, the most cunning person in history, could not help but think about what he would do to overcome the malice and temptation to climb up if he was born in this environment. Then the unruly man quickly gave up thinking, roaring in his heart to set up an extremely bad environment, and then directly deny a group of people with his performance. This is absolutely incorrect, and he will not follow this wrong thinking. think!

It’s not just people who need correction, it’s the world as well.

Bill could never imagine the boiling thoughts in the seemingly calm mind of Linn beside him. In the conflict between himself and Linn, he was trying hard and hard to find a path that he could accept.

As for using time to fade it? Sorry, it will never be possible. Lin En is locked by his own super memory, and all he can do is struggle.

"It seems the time has come, let's call it a day."

Bill glanced at his pocket watch by the light of the wind lantern, and that was the end of today's patrol.

"Tsk, it's so strange that I haven't caught a mouse in so many days." Lin En smacked his lips in displeasure. He had just finished training like an unsheathed sword, trying to find illegal extraordinary people. It is inevitably depressing to try one's skills, only to fail.

"Anyway, it's joint law enforcement. If we can't find the responsibility, it won't fall on us. Let's think about where to go to relax when we get paid tomorrow. By the way, I heard Leticia say that there happened to be a circus coming to the outskirts of the city. It seems like he wants to organize a freak show for everyone."

"Meet the team leader first. I want to finish the report and go home early."

Linn touched the birthday gift in his pocket and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, hoping that Miss Atali wouldn't cheat her on this matter.

Ever since she learned that Lin En had moved to a new place and was living with her childhood sweetheart, Eveni's attitude had been particularly harsh recently.