Nolan City occupies a large area. Even if only the densely populated urban areas are counted, the overall area will not be smaller than any city in the same period of Jenkin's hometown.
Therefore, he wandered aimlessly in the dense fog area around the city for nearly three hours, but he still didn't get close to the city center. It seems that some strange supernatural events are more likely to occur in the peripheral slums, which makes Jenkins go deeper and deeper into the alleys extending in all directions.
This time, I didn't see the aura, but only heard the faint sobs from the house next to me that had a badly fallen wall. Since it wasn't an extraordinary event, Jenkins had no obligation to take care of it, but he stopped unconsciously.
"It may be that a lonely woman thinks of sad things late at night, or there are conflicts between husband and wife. It shouldn't be a big deal."
He thought to himself, but worried that his judgment was wrong. The woman inside actually wanted to commit suicide or something.
"Since we have come here, it means that I should go and see this matter."
He looked up at the structure of the nearby houses, and then climbed up to the roof of other people's house with ease, slid from the roof to the alley behind, observed the position of the woman in the bedroom from the light of the rear window, and then carefully used a Fingers pushed the window out a crack.
The windows had no glass at all, they were pasted up with newspaper, and Jenkins could barely see inside without pushing them open.
The rear window corresponds to the bedroom of this simple dilapidated house, or a mixed room of bedroom, living room and dining room. This family's house can be called a barren house, except for a few necessary furniture, only the pockets piled up in the corner are regarded as decorations.
A man whose face couldn't be seen was lying flat on the bed, his breathing sound was very weak, but his chest rose and fell greatly, as if he was using all his strength to maintain his breathing. Weeping woman lying on the edge of the bed, mourning the misfortune of the man.
Blinking his eyes, he didn't see a strange color on the man's body, which showed that the disease he was suffering from was natural, which completely separated the things here from the extraordinary events.
"The things here have nothing to do with me."
He thought in his heart, but he put on the black robe naturally, he didn't want his father to think that he was running around in the middle of the night with nothing to do.
Returning to the main entrance again, this time he knocked on the door seriously. The crying in the room stopped abruptly, and it took nearly half a minute before a woman's voice was heard:
"who is it?"
"Not robbers."
Jenkins replied:
"The society sends warmth... I mean, which god do you believe in?"
"Sun God."
This way of addressing the righteous god [Eternal Blazing Sun] is the standard way of answering for shallow believers. They really believe in gods, but only a little bit. Most of the purpose of believing in gods is to prevent them from becoming part of the legendary "Wall of Unbelievers" after death-in fact, Jenkins doesn't know whether there is such a thing in this world, but most likely does not exist.
"Yes, I am the Church of the Sun God here to give you warmth."
When he said this, the woman inside the door certainly wouldn't believe it.
In fact, Jenkins doesn't have much time to spend here, and this situation is not worth it for him to use the power of lies to trick the people inside to open the door:
"this is for you."
So he slipped a pound note through the crack of the door, and after a few seconds, the door swung open.
The woman and the man inside the door are husband and wife. The two moved to the city from the countryside of Nolan about three years ago, hoping to find a job to support their family. Since then, women have worked as female workers in textile factories, while men have worked in machinery factories, full-time to manage the steam ovens, that is, to add coal to them.
It was of course very hard work, but at least it brought a steady income for the family. It’s just that this stability is too fragile. The man contracted lung disease very quickly because of being exposed to the soot all day long. The initial symptoms were not obvious, but as the air in Nolan became worse and worse during these days, His occupational diseases also became more serious.
Today, just staying in a closed room will become such a breathless appearance, so women cry in the middle of the night, feeling sad for the family's misfortune.
If what happened here is an accident, then Jenkins is powerless to solve the root cause. Even though he had now touched the man's arm when the woman wasn't looking, it was therapeutically relieving the pressure on his lungs. But men will definitely go back to work in factories, and even the healthiest people will repeat the same mistakes sooner or later.
Not to mention the current pollution situation in the city of Nolan, where it has become a little unsuitable for people to live normally, and the abnormal fog gradually encroached on the space of the city. Solving a person's illness and shutting down a factory are just expedient measures. The root cause lies in policies and concepts, which Jenkins cannot reverse with his own strength.
She didn't stay here long before leaving. The weeping woman seemed to regard Jenkins as a priest. When he left, she also asked the kind monk to be careful when walking at night. There are murderers prowling around.
Jenkins thanked her for her kindness and walked down the alley deeper into the fog.
After returning to his own appearance, he quickly walked to the block where Miss Audrey's house was located, which was already quite close to the so-called "inner city" of the city, that is, those places that had not been invaded by dense fog.
Jenkins hesitated whether to say hello to his teacher before leaving, but looked at his pocket watch, it was almost midnight now, so he didn't rush to visit.
Miss Audrey's residence is a high-end residential area, so the neighborhood is extraordinarily quiet. Jenkins appeared here at an inappropriate time. If he was seen by the police patrolling the street, he would inevitably be questioned. So I quickened my pace and wanted to leave here, but when I reached the intersection and wanted to turn left, I suddenly heard a strange sound from the side.
Turning his head, he saw a red ball rolling down the street to his shoe, and stopped after hitting the shoe.
"Why is this scene so familiar?"
When he first came to this world, he encountered a ghost in the hospital and that was how it appeared.
Bending down to pick up the ball, and then looking around to see which unlucky ghost met him, someone patted his left shoulder. Before he could react, the cat, which felt that its territory was intruded, jumped out of Jenkins' collar angrily. Jenkins only felt a white shadow fly by in front of him, and the cat let out a scream of "meow". Pounced behind Jenkins.
He turned around and reached out to catch the cat that was about to fall, but he didn't see a ghost behind him. The scene just happened so quickly that Jenkins wasn't sure what the chocolate had found. He squeezed the red ball in his hand that felt like a meat ball, and the orange flame burned in his hand according to his heart.