"Click ---"

Maca lifted her right foot, and tossed a mouse's body aside.

Since entering this neighbourhood in London, this is the third skinny mouse that Maca has trampled to death.

From the body size of these three mice, we can know that they are living very hard here.

I remember in the past, people often said that if you want to know whether the people in a certain area are rich or not, you can know if the mice are fat or not.

Feeling the slippery feeling of the wet mouse just now, Maca shook her head.

Of course, he doesn't have any idea of ​​eliminating the four evils. The reason why they walk on the mouse while walking is entirely because of the suspicious magic fluctuations in the three mice.

But to be honest, he was not disgusted with these methods, because as soon as he came to the street himself, he released many "cute" spiders as soon as possible.

Glancing left and right, Maca continued to walk along this old street full of snow but no one cleaned up, and by the way included any movement around her into her ears.

Speaking of which, the environment in this old neighborhood is probably the worst in London.

As you can see, there are black brick apartments on the left and right sides of the street.

It stands to reason that since they are all built four stories high, they should look at least neat.

But in fact, their wooden doors and windows became slightly inflated and distorted because of the long wind and rain.

Now, together with the gray and black wall tiles, and some of the mottled and peeling appearances that have been painted on the wall by the head of the household, it is far from being "neat".

Now, who can think of these houses, which were once made of clean red bricks?

It is precisely in this old neighborhood in China, which was preserved in the early years, that Maca's trail has been completely cut off. Instead, it was the first of the three mice that had been trampled to death by him.

"Is this where Haierbo wants to 'please' me?"

He already knew that London's East End had such a small area.

In fact, as long as he was still in Torpoint, he knew that this broken place in downtown London.

At the time, I heard that it was a lap larger than in the past two years, and there seemed to be more poor people left here-at least not so empty now.

But because London has been cleaning up the slums, this place is shrinking almost every year. It can be imagined that in just a few years, this place will be completely transformed into a new neighborhood.

However, where did the poor people who originally lived here stole their lives? This is something that may not be clear ...

Suddenly, Maca stepped down and suddenly turned, heading towards a more gloomy alley by the street.

In the past, as a gray population in the port city of Topoint, he only heard about this slum neighborhood far from London. But as a sorcerer with a lot of information channels, he knows that there are some secret people hidden in the magic world.

As soon as he entered the alley, the surrounding area narrowed. The brick walls on both sides looked damp and dirty, with black mud stains accumulating in the cracks of the bricks, and some unknown moss darker than the wall bricks clinging silently.

Walking in this alley, although there are white snow under the feet-this seems to be a lot cleaner. But when I actually walked up, I could feel something lame at almost every step, and few steps were solid on the ground.

Maca was not uncomfortable with this rotten environment. As he walked steadily as before, his destination was somewhere behind the front corner.

But all of a sudden, he strode forward, and then he lifted his feet and walked to a certain place covered with snow.

"Click!"

"A lot, this is the fourth one?"

After muttering calmly, he took a step and continued to move forward, then turned a corner not far from the corner.

This is undoubtedly an alley that is dirtier and more messy than the outside, and the aisle left between the walls is obviously narrower. It is the type that can be stained with one hand when you wave it aside.

But in the middle of this alley, there was only a back door open, and it was a worn metal fence door that even Muggles could see.

Looking in through the rusty gray fence, there was nothing but a dark corridor full of waste bricks.

But Maca turned a blind eye to the sight he saw, and opened the unlocked fence door and walked in. And just when he was about to hit the brick pile that almost blocked the corridor, he passed through it.

This is not the same as the wall in the backyard of the Broken Cauldron that connects Diagon Alley, nor is it a shop window like entering the San Mungo Magic Injury Hospital.

If you have to say, everything is true here, but the pile of bricks is an inconspicuous illusion.

Setting up like this is nothing more than to keep Muggles from straying into this apartment building while avoiding Aurora's alchemy detection items as much as possible.

Across the pile of bricks that were just ghosts, Maca quickly saw an upward staircase. I saw that he had no intention of going upstairs, but instead bypassed the stairs and came to the back of it.

"Click-"

With a light noise, Maca lifted a floor, exposing a downward staircase.

Looking at the dark area below, he knew that Haierbo would definitely not be here. It's just that the guy may not be there, but some of his counterparts are probably indispensable.

As for the small group of "grey residents" who originally gathered here ... Maca can only hope that Haierbo has not yet found this poor little place.

After a short pause, he stopped worrying and leaned down the passage.

...

"Click ---"

Don't worry, this time it's not stepping on a mouse.

Maca had a door at the end of the dark descending channel, and the noise just now was that he reached out to twist the doorknob.

At the next moment, when he squeaked open the wooden door, the yellow light in it suddenly poured out.

"Oh?"

As soon as he stepped in, he saw a dozen pairs of eyes facing him, and the expressions on the faces of the men and women were as different as their eyes.

"who are you?"

One of the strong men closest to the door had a very sharp look. He stared at Maca's face as if he was going to scoop a piece of meat from Maca's face.

But Maca didn't pay much attention to these people. He saw that he turned around and closed the door first. Then he turned to face the crowd again.

"If I were to say that I was just passing by, you wouldn't believe it," he shrugged. "Well! Actually, I'm here to see if you are still alive-"

He hasn't finished his words, but this sentence alone seems to have angered the big man in front of him.

At that moment, the other person grabbed his collar, and a little hesitation appeared on them.

"Do not talk nonsense."

"Okay," Maca patted the strong man's strong arm, "I didn't say nonsense ... you might not know yet, this neighborhood has just arrived with a powerful black wizard. Seriously, You are still able to live to this day, but this surprised me ... "

"wait!"

The strong man was about to punch Maca's belly so he wouldn't keep talking nonsense, but he didn't expect a thick voice to suddenly utter in the innermost part of this slightly aggressive hut.

"Cluy, let Mr. McLean go!"

"Brother?"

"I said, let him go!"

The voice fell slightly, and Maca's front was loose, and he followed his head and looked into the room.

"Logan," he smiled casually. "It's been a long time."

At this moment, at the door of the innermost room, a man taller and stronger than the strong man named "Clu" beside Maca appeared.

"Yeah! I thought we wouldn't see each other anytime soon ..." I heard the man with his bare upper body showing his tendon and fled across the house to Maca, just greeted him and asked immediately. "They ... are they all right?"

"Everything is fine except for running around at this time," Maca nodded. "Sweet and sleepy and play well. The elder sister is always used to her sister ... or can I still listen to me?" A few words, maybe the roof was lifted early! "

"Oh, this sounds a little bad!" The other said with a smile. "A girl's family is also at school, but it can't be like ... when it was a kid, uh, then 'naughty'."

"Who said no?" Maca let out her hands, a little helpless.

In fact, it can be seen from these dialogues that this magnificent man named "Logan" was the man who was determined to let the werewolf group have a place in the magic world.

Unfortunately, in this situation, although he is obviously working hard, the prospect is still bleak.

"Speaking of it, what did you say just now?" Logan thought for a while ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and suddenly asked, "A black wizard has entered the block above? Who is it?"

"Brother, who the **** is this? Do you believe it when he says it?" Finally, Cluj on the side couldn't hold on. When Rogan asked this, he couldn't help but make a mistake.

But Logan glanced at him immediately.

Just kidding, the original Maca was already terribly strong, and when he raised his hand, the big spider crawled around the house. Up to now, just this small broken house, one can be filled!

To be honest, don't look at Logan laughing and laughing with Maca now, but he is always on guard. After all, he didn't really see Maca's mind from the beginning to the end.

"Shut up! Go ahead--"

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