Little hero

The night in the [-]th block is very quiet. This is the largest and the most marginal of the [-] blocks in Silent City. It is difficult to see people when walking on the road.But everyone knows that this is a stagnant pool that is calm on the surface, but it is full of mud and dirt in the dark, hiding in every blind corner that is not noticed by people.

The boy is not a "resident" in the fifteenth block. He has never had anything to do with this place in his 20 years of life. This experience is like an adventure, and the difficulty is not much easier than a simulated survival game.

Oh, by the way, by the way, his highest records in playing survival simulations for several years have always been "0 kills" and "dead at the start".

It has been three hours since I found the "Paradise Pavilion" according to the code, and the correct location is in a narrow alley that only allows one person to pass (it's also a thin one).

Leaving aside how the young man imagined that the entrance would be here, anyway, he finally squeezed into the narrow passage, from being elegant and lowering the standard to not touching the walls on both sides, to giving up resistance, and after a lot of hard work, he was finally in the dark. The words "Main Entrance of Paradise Pavilion" the size of a grain of rice can be found on the wall.

There is a thumb-sized hidden button not far below the typesetting. The boy thought about it and pressed it.Three seconds later, there was a very light sound of spring buckles and gears in the wall, and a square grid with a length of one meter and a width was silently sunken in the wall. The boy looked down, and there was wind inside, which seemed to be a deep hollow. .

This looks like a well, much like an old-fashioned hand-cranked elevator.

The young man groped inside the wall with his backhand, but before he could find anything, he heard a strange sound. He quickly withdrew his hand, only to see a black platform rising slowly from the stairwell—as expected, it was a car .The young man pushed up the wooden door of the car, crouched down and squatted in, and then pulled down the wooden door, his eyes were enveloped in darkness.

The outside of the car was connected to a ten-meter-long corridor. It was dimly lit with oil lamps, but the road could be seen clearly. At the end was a black door with a wooden sign "open for business" hanging above it.

The boy stopped outside the door, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and then knocked on the door.

200 years ago, the "New Japan War" had not yet started, and it was the darkest period of New Japan Wright.

At that time, the imperial capital of Jidan was not divided into blocks by numbers, and the [-]th block had a veritable name called "Yanting District".It is said that this place was a dreamland of extravagance and prostitution at that time. There was no one on the street who could look directly at them. They were either dirty slaves and prostitutes or fat-bodied sperm whores. Several pairs of intertwined figures, if not "Smoke Stop", then no name can cover up this chaos.

The door opened, and a man with the appearance of a bartender held the doorknob and made a "please" gesture to him. The boy hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his foot and walked in.

This is an abandoned underground bar, the lights inside are dim, and it is a mess as far as the eye can see, as if it has just been beaten/smashed/robbed. From the wine cabinet to the ground, nothing is intact.There is a very bad musty and dusty smell in the air. There is a thick layer of dust on all objects and facilities, and cobwebs are everywhere. They should have been left untouched for decades after being smashed, except for some Fresh footprints, there is no sign of human habitation here.

This kind of scene is indeed an "old antique" left over from a hundred years ago. After the "New Japan War", the new emperor came to power, reorganized the king's land and changed the constitution. Dig the ground three feet, no fish slipped through the net.

The bartender nodded at him, waved his hand gracefully, motioning the young man to follow.

The boy lifted his toes slightly on the ground, as if such a slight movement could blow up the dust deposited on the ground, he frowned, resisting the discomfort caused by the dirty environment.They walked through the entire lobby of the bar and entered a small door in the corner.

The world behind the door was fresh, and the heavy gray smell disappeared. The young man rubbed his nose comfortably and looked around - this bar is unique. There are three forks in the passage connecting here, and the bartender walked to the leftmost one to lead the young man.

"where is this place?"

The bartender stopped when he heard the sound, nodded respectfully to him, and pointed to the depths of the passage.

"What about over there?" The boy pointed to the two roads behind him, "Can you tell me?"

The bartender pointed to his slightly opened mouth, and gave the boy a slightly apologetic smile.

... dumb?

The young man was taken aback, looked at him carefully, confirmed that he couldn't tell whether he was real or not, and said, "Sorry, I don't know."

They walked down the road and passed four forks on the way. There were three forks and four forks. The boy could not see any useful information just by observing the bartender.

After a while, they finally came to the end, and the bartender led him to a door and left.

The boy recalled all the roads he had traveled before, and confirmed that if he did it all over again, he could find this place by himself, so he knocked on the door and went in.

Inside is a fully enclosed hut with lifting equipment, and a teenage boy with blond hair and blue eyes looking up at him wantonly: "You are Lan? The client?"

"Entrustment?" The boy raised his eyebrows, "What is that?"

The man didn't know which detail he was dissatisfied with, he snorted, and let out a disdainful chuckle: "Forget it, put away your disgusting look. I would like to tell you a few things, first of all, no matter who you are No matter the background, it’s useless here. If you can’t afford the price, even the princes and nobles in the third district will die, but if you can afford it, the fifteenth district will be honest to the end, and you will never lose a penny milliseconds."

"We are businessmen, we don't look at other things, we only talk about transactions."

The boy let out a "hmm", indicating that he understood.

"There are too many people coming to District [-], and those who are disobedient have no chance to go out. If I tell you this now, you may feel that I am scaring you. It doesn't matter. Whatever you think, you will know when the time comes anyway. People can’t even leave our store.”

The little boy took him into the simple car in the hut, looked at his black hair, and said, "Oh, and you are from the East, right?"

The young man looked up at him without speaking, and there was no emotional change in his eyes.

When there is no light source, his eyeballs are very black and pure, as if trying to suck people in.

The little boy couldn't help but took a step back, and then he was confused and annoyed by his behavior, and turned these emotions on him: "Don't think you are special, although we don't discriminate against Orientals, we don't give special treatment. Don't think that the 'Dongdu Friendship Policy' can protect you, as long as you stay within the fifteenth block, no one in the world can save you!"

The boy nodded: "Equal treatment, I understand."

The little boy wanted to say something, but the elevator had stopped and reached the destination.

Waiting for the young man were his traders - an old man in his dying years, and a middle-aged woman in fancy dress.