Is the Evil God Me?

Downtown at night.

In this benevolent realm of night, there should be some gang members active, after all, there are many things that cannot be exposed in the sun. Different from the numbness in the daytime, the Xiacheng District at night should be very lively, and the drama to the music of the cries of the exploited is staged day after day.

After all, it is an empty space of rights.

As long as the nominal rule is maintained, the oil and water that can be squeezed out of the poor ghosts and bones in the lower city will be rewarded to the vicious dogs and poisonous insects below to compete for it.

After picking up the knife and fork to eat, he could wipe the corners of his mouth gracefully, maintaining his gentlemanly manner.

It sounds like two worlds.

This has been a matter of course since ancient times, and no one wants to change it for granted, and this natural world will always give birth to a few people who climb up and try to leave. Bill Williams is the one who left such a world, and has a disgust for it that is far beyond ordinary people.

Bill was a gentle gentleman with a smile.

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

Today, Lynn is fortunate enough to peep into Mr. Squint's skin.

On the dirty and smelly narrow streets, two figures, one tall and one short, were draped in moon gauze woven by the moth moon, stepping on the ground where the sewage was flowing, and the mice and cockroaches were running around.

Their voices were different from the whispers here, bright and upright. In this sneaky night, no one dared to give them a second glance.

"...Every day, there are people trying to leave this place, holding on to the hard-earned money they have accumulated day by day, and dreaming of being able to move to a big, comfortable and clean house. But, on the second day, these idiots will I forgot what I was thinking about yesterday, and jumped into various oil presses happily."

"Oil press?"

"Actually, it's a scam. For example, in a casino, don't say tricks like Lao Qian. Even if you don't do anything, you can make a steady profit without losing money. Then there is the loan, as long as you borrow money, don't do anything. If you want to pay it back, even if you are lucky enough to be able to pay it back, they can find a way to make you unable to pay it back, break a leg, change the IOU, and take you to the casino. Of course, the most profitable is Happy Water, those Taking the child and wife to pay off the debt, and sucking the poisonous insects that ruined their brains, in order to take a sip, they can chop off their own hands to pay off the debt, and there are more than one."

"Don't they know?"

"They know, little gentleman, the people here are not stupid, on the contrary, they are so cunning for a copper that they can pull the old mother out under your nose for sympathy, gods, I hope that poor old woman is him Mother, or you won't even be able to get a quarter of a copper."

"Then why do they still live like this?"

The young man's voice was confused with a little bit of puzzlement. He stepped on the dirty and smelly sewage, as if he had re-acquainted with the world. After all, he was not born here, and he has never been around in such a place. Naturally, he is not as good as his companions in the subtleties.

Even from the lower reaches of history, not everything can be seen. In that country, I dare not say that there is no black and evil at all, but it is like this kind of blatantly colluding with the upper layers to act as a protective umbrella, and there are often thousands of members into an organization that no longer exists.

But things have to be criticized. From Lynn's observations these days, it can be seen that the gangs in the lower city are not purely exploitative. This is not to beautify or whitewash. If the mobile vendors in the lower city are bullied on it, or they are simply beaten up by the patrolmen and the like, then these gangs can organize people to seek justice.

Even the pariahs, the gentlemen who hold the group have to appease them, and symbolically punish the people under their hands.

Of course this is rare.

More often, it is normal to be bullied and oppressed by collusion together. Even the pariahs have to compete with each other. It's an extreme black humor.

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

Then his gloved hand clapped the large wooden box in his hand.

"Because they can't control their dog's paws, they want to play twice, take a sip, or prostitute once if they have money!"

"Is that so..."

Lynn didn't think that Mr. Bill's resentful answer 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 ghosts as one species, so they can watch them get whipped in the mud with peace of mind, and sneer at these guys with wine glasses. These guys deserve to be slaves for life.

But Lynn couldn't do it.

Is he weak?

No, when he took five death row prisoners to death two days ago, Lynn was fully psychologically prepared and used a cane to blow all the heads of the five **** prisoners into bloom. His ferocity was not weak at all.

In the final analysis, Lynn was led by his thinking before the time-travel. He understood what was right and what was wrong. The division between Mr. Little and this world has been going on, but he has adjusted well and tried hard to integrate into the times.

Obviously, because of work needs these days, he has been patrolling the lower city to catch mice, which has intensified the tear between Lynn and the world.

He looked at those numb eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and could not help but shudder.

Not many mice were caught, but Lin En, the number one trickster in history, couldn't help but think, if he was born in such an environment, what would he do to overcome the malice and temptation to climb up. Then he quickly gave up thinking, roaring in his heart to set up an extremely bad environment, and then directly denying 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 to be corrected, but the world as well.

Bill could never have imagined the bubbling thoughts in Lynn's mind, who seemed calm beside him. In the conflict between himself, Lynn was struggling to find a path that he could accept.

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

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

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

"Tsk, it's too strange that I haven't caught a mouse for so many days." Lin En smacked his lips in annoyance. He just finished exercising like a sharp sword unsheathed, trying to find an illegal Beyonder. Try your own skills, but the result is inevitably depressing.

"Anyway, it's a joint law enforcement, we can't find the responsibility and it won't fall on us. Let's think about where the salary will go tomorrow and relax. By the way, I heard Leticia say that a circus happened to be on the outskirts of the city. Looks like he's trying to organize a freak show."

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

Lynn touched the birthday present in his pocket and couldn't help but feel a little nervous, hoping that Miss Atari would not trick her on this matter.

Ever since she learned that Lin En moved to a new place and lived with her childhood sweetheart, Ye Fani's attitude has been extraordinarily strict recently.