"Simon, this is the report you plan to submit to the regional management office?"

"Yes, Lord Rathma. This report has actually been submitted to the district, but the district management office has not processed it; I submitted it to the whip of order, but after submitting it, I did not get any Respond."

Rathma flipped through the report in his hand with a smile on his face, and said with a smile:

"So, you took this opportunity to hand over this report to me?"

"Yes, Lord Rathma, because his subordinates believe that Judge Diss is suspected of abusing the "Order Regulations". According to the handling report he submitted afterwards, it can be said that he is almost undisguised. It can be seen that he is deliberately expanding the The attack on the target had a great impact on the social order of Luojia City, and directly interfered with the mayor election in Luojia City."

"A spokesperson for a local consortium died, a reporter died, a congressman died, a mayoral candidate died, and four people died."

"It died overnight, and there was also a middle-level member of the Berry Church. Of course, he deserves to die."

"Did they conspire together?"

"Yes, this point is confirmed based on the report submitted by Judge Diss and the verification of his subordinates themselves. They indeed conspired together by using the ability of the middle-level leader of the Barry Cult."

"Well, so is there any more questions?"

"The subordinates believe that the handling of Judge Diss can be handled more calmly while minimizing the negative impact, but Judge Diss did not choose to do so."

"People, there are always times when you are in a bad mood, and you can understand."

"But…"

"There's nothing to worry about. Even if you hand over this report to me, it's still useless. Would you accuse him of indiscriminate killing of innocent people just because he trampled to death a few ants while walking?"

"The subordinates feel that this analogy should not be made."

"It shouldn't be like this. It's unfair to people. Because he walks normally, which is actually the best way to maintain order. Even, he doesn't resist order. He knows how to read the "Order Regulations" before doing things. Knowing how to submit a report is already enough to move the relevant person in charge of the region and even the General Assembly to tears."

"Subordinates..."

"Have you met Dis?"

"Yes, this subordinate is responsible for the transfer of documents from the regional management office to the surrounding area these days. I have met Judge Diss several times, and I have also handed over an imitation copper coin of the source of evil from him."

"Then what kind of person do you think Diss is? Leave this report alone."

"He is a very rigorous and serious judge. Regardless of the improper handling of this report, Judge Diss' level of professionalism and responsibility exceeds the average level of judges in other places that I know now."

"Ah That's good."

Rathma handed the report back to Simon, the leader of the Whip of Order standing in front of him.

"Lord Rasma, does this report need to be destroyed?"

"No, you can keep it and collect it first. This kind of small mistake, even a small mistake that can't be counted as a small mistake, can't bring down an elephant, but if one day the elephant really falls, these can Take it out and pour some sewage on the elephant's body.

Well, you can go and go about your business. "

"The subordinate will leave."

Simon respectfully left the rooftop of the hotel building.

The high priest Rathma, with a cropped head and neatly trimmed stubble, stood here alone for a long time.

"well…"

Rathma spread his hands and rubbed his face vigorously until his face was flushed.

"I've tried my best to restrain myself, but there's really no way, Dies.

Every time I hear your name, I can't restrain my emotions.

Especially when I came to your city, this emotion has been haunting my heart. "

Rathma took out a small knife from his cuff, and a bead rope was attached to the handle of the knife;

immediately,

He walked down the building, swinging the beaded rope.

When he walked out of the lobby on the first floor, Rasma, who was dressed in solemn black attire before, turned into an old man in a worn leather jacket. The dangling little dagger and the naughty corners of his mouth made him look like an old man. Rogue image.

He just strolled in this city, and his walking speed was not fast, slower than the lady who was addicted to shopping and didn't buy anything.

But his figure superimposed very quickly, as if he appeared at the end of the street at the beginning, and then appeared on the street the next moment.

he is walking,

he is relaxing;

On weekdays, it takes nearly 30 rupees to take a taxi, which he quickly saved.

The soles of his rubber boots stepped into the puddles under his feet, splashing a lot of sewage.

In front of you is Mine Street, the most famous flea market in Luojia City.

The crowd here is dense and complex. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the busiest place in Luojia City, but it has nothing to do with prosperity.

Rasma took a deep breath,

Yes,

right here.

He needed this kind of place, where he could recall his childhood, where he could find his inner peace.

He went to a pastry shop;

There are many dim sum shops with small facades in Mine Street. The dim sum shop has a single door, the eaves are low, and under the glass counter next to it, there is basically only a plate of the cheapest chicken cakes;

Some dim sum shops are reluctant to put even one plate, so they only put two or three, and the naked eye can see that it has long been moldy;

It has never been sold, but I don't bother to replace it. A few chicken cakes are conscientiously acting as the most persistent old actors in the cabinet.

Luojia City banned the **** industry, to be precise, the entire Ruilan banned the **** industry.

But the prohibition is a legal prohibition. In terms of social atmosphere, Ruilan, which has been influenced by Wayne, still maintains a certain degree of openness. In addition, this industry has always had a clear and unmistakable market demand;

Because of this, a new presentation mode has generally formed in Ruilan, such as... dim sum shop.

From dim sum shops in the form of densely packed small workshops in Mine Street to large shops with exquisite and splendid doors in the urban area, all they hang are "catering licenses".

Customers come to my store to buy dim sum, which is infused with my "love" and strong "artisan spirit", so its price is much more expensive than ordinary dim sum;

But one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, isn't it?

After the customer bought the snacks, I, as a clerk, got to know the customer. We chatted for a few days, and the relationship quickly heated up. The relationship between the boyfriend and the girlfriend was instantly confirmed, and then I couldn't help thinking about what should happen between couples;

After it happened, the relationship broke down quickly and we broke up again.

But love is very difficult to cut off completely, the real normal is the broken root, so the next time my ex appears at the door of my shop again, as long as I buy another snack, our relationship will be revived immediately.

Dalot, one of the greatest poets in Rodya's history, once wrote in a poem he created in his middle age:

"My youth has long been stored in the pastry shop in my hometown. I know very well that even when I am old, I can still come here again and relive the lost youth."

Rasma came to the door of a small snack shop, and the plate of chicken cakes in the counter was still fresh;

A woman was sitting on a small bench knitting a sweater when she looked up and saw Rasma standing at the door.

She put down her needlework, stood up, opened her coat, and showed off her figure.

Rasma glanced at it, smiled, took out five hundred-rupee banknotes, and placed them on the counter.

The woman frowned slightly: "Baotian?"

Rasma sighed and said with emotion: "Is it so expensive?"

The woman shook her head: "You misunderstood, there is no need for so much, I will go home to help the children with their homework at night."

"Just this afternoon."

"Okay, come in, but if you take a few back, it's too much including the tip."

"Need not."

Rasma took out the plate containing the egg cakes from the cabinet. There were exactly five egg cakes in it. He took a bite of one and walked in.

The woman skillfully lowered the shop door.

It was very dark inside, the woman turned on the light and it was on.

It's a bit rudimentary, with a bed, an old sofa, a pit and a water pipe without a shower head.

Rasma lay down on the bed, and the woman sat down beside him, massaged his legs, and asked:

"Did you drink?"

Rasma shook his head.

The woman is relieved.

But just when the woman was about to take the next step, she was stunned. She saw the man in front of her put a knife in front of her, and a strange scene happened. is fixed there;

The man stretched out his finger and tapped the knife, and the knife began to shake back and forth under the swing of the bead rope.

The woman was pleasantly surprised: "Are you a magician?"

Rathma nodded, then pointed to the side:

"I'll lie down for a while, you stand, don't do anything, when the time is up, I'll go."

"Can you?" the woman asked suspiciously.

"Um."

The woman who got an affirmative answer got up, took back the needle and thread first, stood there, leaning against the wall, and continued knitting the sweater.

She has seen many guests with strange habits, and this is not the strangest.

Rathma, who was lying on the bed, looked at the dagger swinging in front of him. He was trying to restore order to his heart, so as to reduce the undue emotional fluctuations caused by that person after he came to Luo Jia.

It's like trimming a beard, he's used to refinement and grooming;

And this knife is the shaving tool in my heart.

The vision in front of Rathma began to change from color to black and white.

While watching the swing of the blade,

In his ears, he heard the "creak, creak" rhythmic shaking of the bed board next door, heard the heavy panting, heard the true or false catering, and heard the hypocritical praise;

The tip of his nose smelled a lot of pungent smells, ointment, filth, disinfectant, cold, salty...

Gradually,

His senses began to radiate;

He heard the cries on the street, he heard a few men talking about the figure of his wife, he heard a few women talking about the size of his man;

I heard the cries of small antique vendors in the flea market, and even their inner evaluation of the customer in front of them:

Yo, is a connoisseur.

Oh, fat sheep.

The tip of his nose smelled the dampness on the street, the decaying smell of old people in the house, and the fragrance of cheap saponins;

After his "line of sight" appeared gray and monotonous, his other senses became extremely rich in an instant. He was like a spider, rapidly expanding his web of perception.

He was looking for, looking for the childhood self in his memory, sitting on the street full of puddles, staring blankly at the pedestrians coming and going.

At that time, he was unfamiliar with this world and was also confused, but at the same time, he was objective.

Every once in a while, he will choose to reorganize his "perspective" in such a way, which is his way of purifying his beliefs.

He calls out to his childhood self again and again, and borrows his "gaze" to examine the present world over and over again.

At this time,

His vision also began to spread.

He saw people in black and white, they lived and worked here, and their trajectories followed a certain order.

Although there are frequent thefts and gang fights here, the law and order is not as good as in the urban area, but even so, there is still order here.

People gather here, believe in a certain order they need, and then arrange their lives on the grid of order;

They are walking, but at the same time they are jumping the grid.

The same is true for the thief and the victim of theft, they just jumped into their respective grids at this time.

"Hey, you can repair this shoe for 3 rupees. Don't worry, for 3 rupees, I will definitely be able to repair it like a new one. If you add 2 more rupees, I will add a new layer of leather to your sole."

A voice came to Rathma's ears, giving Rathma a slightly different feeling, and his sight immediately "moved" over.

At the corner of the street, he saw a man without a leg sitting behind a stall, haggling with customers who came to repair shoes.

"Ask around, this street talks about shoe repairing techniques, who doesn't know about my crippled Rot?"

Rathma lay on the bed of the pastry shop,

But his figure appeared in front of Rott.

It's just that Rott couldn't see him, and the passers-by passed directly through "Rasma" without any hindrance.

The off-white color on Rott's body was much lighter than that of the others, and even had a little tint;

Although these colors are gradually fading, and it won't be long before they will become the same as ordinary people around them, Rathma still reaches out and grabs the "colors" on Rott's body.

next moment,

The real Rot was still negotiating the price of shoe repairs, but in front of "Rasma", he saw a blue-faced Rot talking.

…

"He should have been poisoned to death."

"What did you say?" the woman asked suspiciously while continuing to knit the sweater.

…

"Okay, don't worry, you can get the shoes tomorrow."

Rott negotiated a deal.

At this time, he saw his wife walking over with his mother supporting him, and he immediately asked:

"what did the doctor say?"

The wife replied: "The doctor said it was just a bad stomach, and prescribed antidiarrheal medicine."

Rot immediately blamed his mother:

"You are old and have a bad stomach. You can't eat those foods. You will not be allowed to eat them next time."

The old mother retorted: "If I eat more, you can eat less. Your body is really precious. I just said, it's not a big deal, and it's a lot of money to go to the clinic to prescribe medicine."

"Hey, isn't that what you want to make money for? Honey, you take Mom back to rest and make a cup of milk tea for Mom."

"Um."

"Rasma" looked at the wife, who also had color on her body, reached out and gently "pulled it out", and saw a face that should have been broken.

The old lady was also colored, and he pulled it out as if stretching out his hand. The originally kind old lady showed a ferocious face at this time, with her tongue sticking out.

…

"It should have been face down and fell to death."

"Um?"

"Should have been hanged."

The woman immediately said: "Are you talking about the 'Sisuo' family who died last time? God, that is really big news. It was a good family. The man committed suicide by taking poison, his mother hanged himself, and his wife took the Watching her daughter commit suicide by jumping off the tube building, the whole family committed suicide in one night.

Many reporters came to report this incident, and the newspapers were very sensational. For this reason, a large-scale demonstration broke out in the East District. "

…

"dad."

A cute girl ran up to Rot.

Rot took out a piece of 5 rupees he had just received from the previous guest from his pocket, and handed it to Sarah.

"Father, you don't need money. I was invited by Brother Mina and Karen to have a picnic together."

"Take it, buy some candy for Mina and the others. You can't spend nothing, so you can't be friends."

"Okay, father."

Sarah took the money, walked up, and kissed her father on the forehead.

"Go and play, it's been delayed because your grandma went to the clinic, don't worry, your grandma is fine."

"Okay, father."

"Rasma" noticed that the girl's body also had color that hadn't completely faded. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and what he saw was a disfigured face.

Then,

The girl ran up to a handsome boy and called out kindly:

"Brother Karen. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Rot stood up and said to the boy:

"I'm sorry to delay your time because of her grandma."

"The health of the elderly is the most important thing, and there should be no delay."

"Thank you for taking Sarah out to play. You know, his mother and I are busy with business, so we don't usually have time."

"Yes, but business always has off-season and peak season. Unfortunately, it's off-season again in my house recently."

"Yo, that's not good, it's better in peak season."

Rathma's eyes fell on the young man who spoke.

he is handsome,

Even under the background of "black and white" tones, it can still be seen that his appearance is exquisite, and he can still give people a feeling of being out of place with the people around him.

It's just that "Rasma" is not interested in these,

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal about this young man except his good looks, he looked away,

Let go of this "ordinary" young man.

…

at the same time,

Rasma, who was lying on the bed inside the dessert shop, sat up and reached out to hold the dagger in his hand.

"That girl also fell to her death."

"Yeah, didn't I just say that their family is dead, a man, an old mother, a wife and their only daughter committed suicide overnight.

Oh, what a poor family. "

Rathma looked at the knife in his hand while listening to the woman's words,

road:

"Originally, it shouldn't belong to their family."

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The update has been too fast during this period, and my body and work and rest are a little tired. There is no second update today, and I need to slow down.

Hold on everyone!