Jiang Chenchuan had a dream in the coffin-like rest room.
A very short dream.
The air in the darkness was cold and humid, and there was only a glimmer of light in a very far distance. The violent raindrops fell to the ground, and he seemed to be back in that place again.
Something was squirming on the ground, crawling towards him little by little. Although there was no light, he could still see it clearly.
The neck was cut off, blood was flowing continuously, and a hoarse voice was squeezed out of the throat, which was the last cry before death.
It should have been a terrifying scene, but he just stood there, as if he wasn't afraid.
"Snapped!"
The heavy rain was still falling, and the bloody hand grabbed his ankle.
At this moment, Jiang Chenchuan slowly opened his eyes and stared at the snow-white ceiling quietly. It seemed that having memories was not a good thing.
He was supposed to start a new life that was so beautiful and desirable in Ivel's body, but he would recall the past late at night, lingering like a nightmare.
The clock is turning,
The sun rises in the east and it's seven o'clock.
After changing clothes, it's time to go home.
Everything went smoother than expected. Reina's incident did not cause any commotion among the escorts. They always seemed to be so confident, even if they ran away, it was really unpredictable.
Put on your hat, check the client's badge, and follow the flow of people after get off work out of the museum. Everyone's face is somewhat tired, mixed with the joy of getting off work.
The only regret is probably that I didn’t have a chance to say hello to Leonid, so I just left.
The steam tram roared in the distance, gray smoke filled the air, and the noisy platform gave Jiang Chenchuan the illusion of returning to the city and commuting to get off work.
The car was packed to the brim and there was no place to sit or read a newspaper. Jiang Chenchuan found an inconspicuous corner and curled up.
He took out an object that he had hidden for a long time from his windbreaker and opened his palm. It was a ring inlaid with red gemstones. It looked exquisite, beautiful and priceless.
This was Reina's ring. It was originally hanging around her neck. The moment she sat down on the tram, Jiang Chenchuan noticed it.
He had been looking for opportunities later, and got the ring when they hooked up. He needed to know the details of the little girl, otherwise, no one would be kind enough to risk his life to save people in the situation like last night.
It is difficult to describe the wonder of this ring in words. As long as there is light, no matter what angle you look at it, it looks like a dancing flame, as if it is really burning.
The inside of the ring is also engraved with text using fine craftsmanship.
"Brittage."
Jiang Chenchuan murmured softly. Now, he finally understood why that little girl always had an inexplicable sense of confidence.
The Brittage family, as a glorious family with great glory during the war, received merit medals that could be hung all over the wall. In modern times, they have the power to control the Knights of the Pure Palace and shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding the royal family.
In Beier, England, it is almost one of the most noble families except the royal family. Everyone knows about it.
"Information dealer from a noble family?"
Jiang Chenchuan recalled Reina's appearance and felt that things suddenly became very interesting.
The tram stopped, and the noisy Polnia was full of people. All kinds of people were doing their own things, and various sounds were mixed together.
The boy selling the newspaper waved the newspaper in his hand, with youthful vitality in his hawking. The tempting aroma of freshly baked bread wafted around, and the patrolling policeman from the Sheriff's Department rode past him on horseback.
Of course, these are all bright surfaces. Shrouded in gray fog, black grows in the invisible shadows of the city.
For example, the patrol police will drive away people who are not dressed appropriately, so beggars will huddle in the darkest corners of the city, or violent conflicts always occur late at night when no one is around. Coupled with the previous murders on rainy nights, panic spreads, and everyone is at night. Don't even dare to go out.
Walking along the bluestone street, Jiang Chenchuan arrived at the client's door before the clock tower struck noon.
"Oh! Oh my god! It's Mr. Evel!"
Just as he raised his hand, the door was opened from the inside, revealing the client's red face, wearing a gray vest over a shirt, looking like he was ready to go out.
Now that he no longer has to work the night shift at the Polnya Museum, he feels refreshed and reborn.
Jiang Chenchuan took out the client's badge from his pocket:
"Commission completed."
The client happily paid the fee and wanted to treat Jiang Chenchuan to lunch, but he refused.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Ewell. Without you, I don't know what I would do..." The client kept thanking him with the badge.
"employee rules."
It wasn't until Jiang Chenchuan spoke that the client's expression changed and he stopped blabbering thanks.
I didn't tell Ivel that there was an "Employee Code of Conduct" because I was afraid that he would know that the museum was in a strange situation and would be unwilling to accept the commission. Now that he had returned safely, he handed over the museum's "General Code of Conduct for Employees" to Jiang Chenchuan without reservation.
A few minutes later, Jiang Chenchuan left the client's house with his pay and the general employee code. When leaving, the client scratched his thin hair and asked cautiously:
"I was working the night shift at the museum last night. Didn't... didn't encounter anything?"
"What happened?"
Except for the sigh at the beginning, everything went normally afterwards. If it weren't for Reina, last night's commission could even be considered a perfect ending.
"Nothing, nothing."
The client waved his hand and said, making these words seem to have some meaning, which were originally meaningless.
Jiang Chenchuan had no intention of being nostalgic. Before going home, he took the time to go to the market. The coins collided in his pockets and made a crisp sound. These were difficult times and he had to live with his small savings.
In the monetary system of England and Wales, gold gallons, silver sickles and copper narers were used respectively. One gallon was equal to twenty sickles, and one sickle was equal to twelve nals. Of course, this is the calculation of coins.
Paper money uses another algorithm, but it has not yet been widely accepted by the market.
Smelling the air mixed with various smells, the sky was still gray, and the commotion on the street seemed to have nothing to do with him.
There is a wandering bard singing on the street, sometimes passionately, sometimes sadly, and many passers-by will stop for this.
There is a poster for the competition organized by the Silver Hook Society in front of the store. Both the common people and the aristocracy are full of praise for the competition organized by the Society.
It is not difficult to understand that the world of the fishing guy is so simple and happy.
Jiang Chenchuan came to the bakery, picked up the packaged rye bread with an expressionless face, and paid the bill with the shop owner.
"It's Mr. Ewell, he hasn't been here for a while." The shop owner, Mrs. Xilin, greeted him friendly.
This sudden enthusiasm always makes Jiang Chenchuan overwhelmed, but it also makes people feel that the distance between people is not that far away.
I responded to Mrs. Xilin's question, paid the money, and boarded the tram home at the last second.
"Mr. Ewell, you are back. Someone seems to be looking for you upstairs."
As soon as I stepped onto the stairs, the amiable old landlord appeared out of nowhere. He was always so elusive.
"Lochran?"
Lockran, another member of the Black River Detective Agency.
"No, Mr. Lockran came last night. I said you weren't here, so he left." The landlord explained.
"That should be the new client."
When I thought about new business, I even walked upstairs much more briskly.
