Although there is no official statistics yet, at the time of the shelling, there were at least tens of thousands of people participating in the celebration and working on the pier. Afterwards, whether it was natural disasters or man-made disasters, they brought harm and death to these unfortunate people.
When Jenkins returned to Nolan, he jumped from the window of his house into the backyard and then came to the street. The running carriage with the cross hung on it carried the wounded from the pier to the hospital and church.
The originally remote St. George's Avenue suddenly became a traffic artery. Jenkins even saw Mrs. Goodman, who was at home, standing in the yard and looking out. Of course, she also noticed Jenkins standing in front of the fence next door, so she immediately asked him Cast a skeptical look.
This person is obviously not her neighbor, but he is standing too close to the neighbor's house.
Jenkins didn't want to return to Loen for the time being, so he wondered if he could help these hurting people. But he didn't have a legal identity to appear in Nolan now, so he thought about finishing his own work first, and then sneaking into the church or hospital in the chaos, to try to see if he could help.
He was going to go to Mr. Birch's house and take away the book that Mr. White Cat gave him. Mr. Birch's house was on the other side of the city, but it was difficult for him to find a carriage at this time.
It wasn't until they crossed the Westminster River that they saw an empty carriage parked at the intersection of the street, but just as the carriage carried Jenkins across the river, it was stopped by two middle-aged men supporting each other.
One of the pair apparently suffered a broken right arm, but it has been treated by doctors and is now in a bandage. The other person had an ugly face, as if he had suffered from food poisoning, and he had to hold his stomach and put his arms around the other person's arm to stand up.
"Excuse me sir, can you give us the carriage first, my brother will die soon."
The man with a broken bone asked Jenkins that the hospital he was referring to was in the West District, which was obviously in the opposite direction from where Jenkins was going.
"Okay, go quickly, what's wrong with him?"
As he said that, he jumped off the carriage, and then helped the broken man and helped his brother onto the carriage. The coachman also helped and asked if he wanted to go to another private clinic that was closer.
"No, it's too expensive there... Thank you so much, you're such a gentleman."
The Broken Man tipped his hat to Jenkins, then explained:
"We went to a ceremony at the pier in the morning, and there was a riot. I broke my arm, Green and I got separated, and by the time I found him, it was like this. Green said he encountered two strange people. People were fighting, he probably lost his head at the time, but he ran between the two, and was sprayed in the face by strange smoke... "
Watching the carriage carry the man up the bridge again, Jenkins grabbed his cane for a long time before recovering. That poor man should have encountered two benefactors fighting while escaping, and unfortunately he was affected and became what he is now.
When Jenkins was carrying the man into the carriage just now, he had already treated him for some time. Those toxins would be eliminated from the body by the body's metabolism soon, and it would be another two days of diarrhea at most.
Jenkins is not worried about the two men he ran into. He is worried that many more people like them will suffer misfortune today, but will not have the luck to find a kind helper.
Head down thinking about things, all the way through the slightly noisy city. When I came downstairs to the rented apartment of Mr. Bai Huamu's family, I suddenly thought of whether this family also participated in the celebration this morning.
When I raised my hand to knock on the door, I was worried that they would also encounter misfortune, but I was relieved when I saw the landlady who opened the door and Mr. Birch's old mother behind her who was about to go out.
"Who are you looking for?"
The landlord asked cautiously, as if he was afraid that the man in front of him would pull out a gun.
"Find her."
Jenkins nodded to the elderly lady, who looked at him suspiciously.
"I'm here to pick up something. Your son has kept a book for someone else, and now the book belongs to me."
As he spoke, he took out the token that Mr. White Cat gave him, but Mrs. Wood (Mr. Birch's surname) shook her head:
"Sir, I don't know what you're talking about."
As he said that, he wanted to bypass Jenkins who was standing at the door and walk to the street. Jenkins narrowed his eyes, wondering if the other party really didn't know or there were other reasons.
"Then let me say another thing. I feel that you have a Cheslan accent. Is this my illusion..."
The old man who was walking tremblingly on crutches stopped, squinted his eyes and looked at the stranger, and said after a while:
"You are really interesting, go upstairs."
"Mrs. Wood, something is wrong! Is he threatening you? You don't have to shout, as long as I shout, the police on the street will come."
The landlord asked nervously, a feather duster that had been placed on the shoe cabinet just now appeared in his hand at some point.
"He's not a bad guy, he was indeed a friend of my dead son, and he was joking with me just now."
As he said that, he turned and walked up the stairs. The look that he might fall down at any time was not at all like the spy who was meeting with his downline the other night.
After entering the house, he found that there was no one else in the house. It was only then that Jenkins realized that the family had jobs except for the old man in front of him. It was impossible for him to be at home at this time.
He didn't sit down, but looked around, pretending that he didn't come here with Hathaway as Mr. Candle because of the fruit plate last time.
"Since Little Wood died, strange people will ask for the weird relics left by him every now and then."
Mrs. Wood put the crutches aside, and then went to the back room:
"Wait a minute, I'll bring it to you, I remember that book."
Jenkins stood at the door and watched the back of the trembling old man disappear behind the door, but only a few seconds later, the muzzle of the gun protruded from behind the door, and then the serious-looking old man walked out with the gun:
"Tell me, who are you?"
Mrs. Wood was not carrying a small-bore pistol, but a shotgun. The muzzle of the black hole pointed at Jenkins, she skillfully opened the safety and shook the weapon:
"Go over there and stand!"
Jenkins didn't speak, and left the door and stood against the wall as she wanted.
"Now tell me, who are you? What do you know?"
"I am a friend of your son's life, this time to pick up a book. For the sake of everyone, you better put the gun down, you don't want to know that the last person who tried to shoot me was killed after pulling the trigger. What a fate."
The other party is Mr. Birch's mother, so although Jenkins was pointed at, he still maintained basic courtesy.