The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 26
Looking around, the slanting twilight falls on the sparkling Hoy River in the north of Tingen City, but it does not make the river water turbid, showing any nostalgic beauty.

On the relatively wide concrete road on the side of the river bank, a four-wheeled public carriage slowly stopped by the simple and dilapidated station.

Countless crowds of people poured down from the long carriage in an instant, and workers from distant factories rushed to the simple station.

All of a sudden, the naked hawkers, sloppy beggars, hoarse newsboys, enthusiastic coachmen, and sneaky young people all crowded around the station with red eyes, and desperately moved towards the station. The "prey" I have been looking for for a long time...

Withdrawing his gaze, he walked out of the small white building that was incompatible with the surrounding buildings, and walked down the stairs to the street. Aiwen did not squeeze the public carriage, but put his hands in his trouser pockets.

While thinking about when bicycles will be produced, whether there is enough start-up capital to promote industrial development regardless of debts, whether the road to breaking the situation with explosive soldiers and flat pushes is feasible, and whether I can secretly farm like the old thirteen Guilliman Save a solid family background, and so on.

While walking in the direction of "home" without thinking, even though the memory of the "original body" has long been fragmented and blurred, I can't remember my home address.

But the instinct that seems to have been carved into the depths of his subconscious has been pulling him along, among the crowds of people wearing blue-gray workers' uniforms who also went to the North District, but for various reasons could not sit in a carriage. In the noisy streets and alleys, the gloomy sunset behind him gradually pulled out a lonely shadow.

The road home was long and difficult, and when he entered the urban area and arrived at the low-cost apartment on Iron Cross Street, it was completely dark.

With apprehensive and complicated moods, Aiwen climbed up the dark and narrow stairs, and when he summoned up the courage to knock on the "door", he received no response.

In the dark corridor of the apartment, the door of the room in front of him was locked tightly, dark and silent.

The lights next door were brightly lit, and happy laughter such as "Praise the Goddess" came from time to time.

This made Ivan stand in the corridor of the apartment in a daze, looking a little at a loss.

"Praise the Goddess!"

Having just finished discussing the matter of moving at the dinner table, Klein, who was in a good mood, burped the ginger beer in his glass in one gulp, and preached with a smile to Melissa, who was sipping a cake next to him:
"The most delicious and favorite food, in fact, you have to eat it at the beginning, so that you can taste the most delicious moment, and wait until your appetite drops after you are full, the taste will be greatly reduced."

"No, it's still just as tasty."

Seeing Melissa puffing her cheeks, she responded stubbornly. The smiling Klein shook his head and was about to sigh something when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"I'll open the door!"

Before Klein got up, Melissa put down the tableware and ran to the door diligently.

But the moment the door was opened, there was a sudden exclamation full of surprise.

"Melissa?!"

This made Klein's nerves tense instantly, and he stood up with a bang, and while asking questions, he folded his hands, and calmly touched his fingers to the gun holster under his armpit.

A moment later, just as Klein left his position, thinking wildly whether the secret cult would call at his door, he couldn't help but rescue Melissa on the spot, even if it exposed his secret.

Only to find that Melissa closed the door again and walked back with a disappointed face.

"what happened?"

Benson first looked at the depressed Melissa, then turned his head and glanced at the nervous Klein, and asked with some doubts.

On the other side, Klein secretly turned on his Spirit Vision, and after finding nothing abnormal, he let out a sigh of relief, retracted his finger touching the holster, and sat on the chair again, waiting for Melissa to answer their doubts .

Because the corridor was too dark, although he was very focused when Melissa opened the door, he only vaguely noticed that the visitor was thinner, wearing a peaked cap, and wearing a jacket that was washed a little whitish. See each other's faces clearly.

Facing the inquiries from her brothers, Melissa walked to the dinner table and sat down in silence.

After a while, he said slowly, "It's Jenny's brother!"

"He was one of the victims of the previous school homicide. Because he had been away from home for too long, when he returned home this evening, he found that his family could not be found."

"I told him that his father was injured and his mother had moved down the street with Jenny and her grandma."

Melissa took a deep breath, her eyes turned red, and her voice became extremely dull:
"But I don't know the current situation of their house, because since moving to Lower Street, Jenny has stopped letting me visit her house..."

"May his father get rid of the haze of injury as soon as possible and find a job again." Brother Benson comforted him in a heavy tone.

But Melissa looked up at Klein suddenly with tears in her eyes, and said very worriedly: "I heard from my classmates that security companies often have to accept some very difficult commissions, and they may encounter vicious robbers. You must pay attention to yourself." safety."

Seeing that his younger sister pointed the finger at him, Klein quickly waved his hand and took out his previous argument: "I am only in charge of the paperwork, and there are professional security personnel."

As he said that, he hurriedly changed the topic, and racked his brains to tell a few jokes, which made Melissa's cloudy mood begin to show signs of improvement.

Just when Klein was trying his best to mend the psychological trauma brought to Melissa by the previous school murder.

Aiwen has followed Melissa's guidance and stepped into the Iron Cross Street where various simple wooden shacks can be seen everywhere due to the long-term disrepair of the sewage facilities and the sewage flowing across the street.

After several hours of searching, he finally pushed open one of the thin wooden doors in front of a row of low and dilapidated houses.

In the dimly lit room with the oil lamp, the white-haired old lady was sitting on the lower bunk near the door, putting the pasted matchbox into the bamboo basket at her feet, and taking it from the hand of the little girl squatting next to her. , took the next one.

On the other side, the smoky wood stove was exuding the unique aroma of food, and at the same time there was the clanging sound of spatulas colliding, as well as the uncontrollable coughing sound.

And behind the busy figure in front of the firewood stove, on a bunk under a wooden raised bed full of starched laundry, a hunchbacked middle-aged man frowned tightly, pressing his waist hard, as if he was enduring unspeakable pain of.

Suddenly, the girl who was squatting on the ground turned her head as if she had sensed it, and a surprised smile appeared on her face.

"Brother, you are finally back!"

The girl rushed over and bumped into Ai Wen's chest and raised her head, with crystal tears on her face.

Due to long-term malnutrition, her body is as thin as a piece of paper, and her sunken cheeks on both sides are covered with joyful smiles, but her dark brown eyes are full of mist, full of grievances.

Even though he rehearsed all kinds of meeting scenes in his mind along the way, after the real contact with the so-called family members, Aiwen's pupils trembled slightly, and he froze at the door.

After a while, he raised his hand a little at a loss, pressed the top of his sister Jenny's head, the yellow and stubborn hair like straw, nodded slowly, and said in a low voice:
"Well, I'm back!"

While he was speaking, his mood began to fluctuate. The puppet hanging on his waist like a keychain trembled violently, and his dirty stomach swelled up repeatedly like an inflated balloon.

At the same time, what Aiwen didn't expect was that his response made the thin girl in front of him no longer able to suppress her emotions, and began to cry loudly, and at the same time said choked up:
"Dad sprained his waist in the steel factory. We...we have no money for treatment. My mother suffered from the illness she suffered in the lead factory. She has been coughing all the time."

"We couldn't pay the rent, and the landlord, Mr. Bevrange, was very cruel...Later, grandma took us to Lower Street."

"I went to school to look for you before, but they said that you were taken away by the police. I thought I would never see you again..."

Jenny's crying made the other three people in the room wipe away their tears secretly, which made Ivan, who was still standing stiffly at the door, not know how to comfort the other party or say some words of encouragement.

Because her brother "Aiwen", in her eager search, may no longer be there.

And I am just a traveler from a distant world, a wandering soul returning home...

If she hadn't come here, maybe her brother would have been completely insane due to the influence of the angel statue in the previous incident, or died accidentally.

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