Game of Destiny: This player is different

"Oysters for sale, oysters for sale!"

"Freshly caught cod, 5 shillings a pound."

"Pork 15 shillings a pound, offal only 5 shillings."

"Freshly baked mashed potato sausages."

It was early in the morning,

At the end of Sailor Street, the market was full of hawking sounds from both sides of the street.

The vendors pushed carts or carried bamboo baskets on their backs and set up stalls by the road ditch to sell goods to passers-by.

The sea breeze blew, bringing a strange smell of fish and sweat.

Many women in coarse linen skirts came here with baskets to buy today's ingredients.

They asked the price at each stall, compared to find the lowest price, and then went over to bargain until they bought the food at a satisfactory price and left leisurely.

Although it was a waste of time, it was necessary.

The husband worked hard for 10 hours a day to earn 10 shillings.

But the prices in Rochester were very high, and money had to be spent on everything.

Therefore, how to maximize the use of this money is something that every housewife needs to take seriously.

In front of a meat stall,

A sturdy woman cut a piece of meat from a large piece of meat with a swift movement, sharpened two kitchen knives against each other for a few times, and chopped the meat into meat paste.

While busy, she said to the waiting woman: "Mrs. Joyce, did you encounter good things? You look good today."

The woman called Mrs. Joyce smiled and said: "Of course, I..."

She seemed to be concerned about something and stopped talking immediately.

Lifting her skirt, she carefully stepped over the ditch, and then she came to the aunt and whispered, "My family's trouble was solved yesterday."

"Is it the strange graffiti that appears in the room every morning?"

The aunt's eyes were full of curiosity, and she couldn't help chopping meat a little slower: "Is it the church? You are so lucky."

"Not the church."

"Night watchmen?"

"How can I afford them?"

Mrs. Joyce shook her head: "They are two folk exorcists.

They came to my house yesterday afternoon and found the strange...dirty things in less than ten minutes.

I was standing outside the door at the time and heard a fight in the house, and several pieces of window glass were broken.

To be honest, I thought the whole house would be demolished, and I would have to pay the landlord a lot of money."

"Then what?"

The aunt's chopping of meat slowed down a little more, obviously her attention was attracted.

"The exorcist subdued the filth and put it in a sack."

Mrs. Joyce showed disgust on her face: "Oh my God, I don't know what words to use to describe the appearance of the filth.

It is just a dirty and ugly little monster.

It is obviously the size of a child, but looks like an old man.

It's hard to imagine that I live under the same roof with such a despicable creature."

"Didn't the exorcist kill it?"

Auntie asked doubtfully.

"No, they said they needed to take it away for processing."

"How much did you pay? Two hundred or three hundred shillings?"

"Fifty shillings."

"Five...fifty?"

The aunt was slightly startled and almost knocked over the chopped meat: "You didn't meet a liar, did you? I heard that the cheapest exorcism costs one hundred and fifty shillings."

"Probably not."

Mrs. Joyce answered confidently: "The day before yesterday, dirty things also appeared in the Harrison couple's home on Rum Street, and the two exorcists also took action to deal with it."

"How much did they pay?"

"100 shillings."

"Then you got a bargain."

The old lady packed the minced meat and handed it to the other party: "They are willing to sell it for 50 shillings. It seems that they don't care about the reward."

"Yeah, I also think they just want to help."

Mrs. Joyce took the meat and sighed: "Helping people like us."

"Where do they live?

Now there are dirty things everywhere. Maybe one day I will encounter them. I can just ask them for help."

"186 Sailor Street, Gray Pigeon Detective Agency."

"It's actually a detective."

...

Hollyhock Street, Night Watch Office.

Tesla sat behind his desk, sipping coffee absent-mindedly.

His eyes occasionally glanced at the corner of the office, the guy who snatched his newspaper.

After drinking coffee,

Tesla put down the cup and broke the silence in the room: "BYD."

"What's the matter?"

Qin Nuo, who used the alias BYD, responded without raising his head.

"You came quite early. It's not even eight o'clock yet."

Tesla glanced at the wall clock.

Normally this person would come in the afternoon, take over the commission and leave.

Why did they change the time today?

"I'm waiting for the merchant."

Qin Nuo flipped through the newspaper and answered casually.

Today is Saturday, the day when the merchant arrives at the night watchman's office.

"The merchant wantsYou're here too early."

"By the way, hand in the commission and get the money."

As if he saw something interesting, Qin Nuo moved the newspaper closer.

Tesla was stunned.

You just received the commission yesterday afternoon, and it was done so quickly?

You kid are not lying.

Feeling the questioning eyes from the opposite side,

Qin Nuo put down the newspaper and leaned back slightly. The soft fabric sofa made him sink into it: "Efficiency is paramount, and that alien demon is not difficult to deal with. ”

Is this true or not?

A demon who is good at illusion and can be controlled by ordinary people with just one look, but you say it is not difficult to deal with?

Tesla didn't quite believe it and immediately called his men to go to the scene to confirm the situation.

Qin Nuo didn't say much about this and continued to look down at the newspaper.

[Rochester sewer renovation is about to start, and many companies are competing for the bidding quota. Who will win?]

[The latest development of the collapse of the abandoned apartment on Black Gold Street - the Night Watch issued a statement that the cause of the accident has nothing to do with the demon, please don't panic Black Gold Street residents]

[Baron Campbell exposed another scandal! A male dancer claimed that he was violated by the baron backstage at the opera house, and the police have intervened in the investigation]

"Baron Campbell..."

Qin Nuo rubbed his chin.

This Only aristocratic rich women can make gossips about playing with men's feelings and causing them to commit suicide.

I didn't expect that she would do something weird again after a few days.

She is so playful, she is really wild.

Whoever marries her, it would be really-

Green grassland on your head, a song of green light for you.

Qin Nuo thought of the way Roman almost fell at that time, and couldn't help but laugh "hehehe".

Tesla looked sideways, wondering what was wrong with him.

Qin Nuo continued to read the newspaper, and gradually lost interest.

Rochester lacks news, and entertainment news occupies most of the newspaper.

For example, a young man went to the red light district to recruit skills and found that the lady was his fiancée.

A couple had an argument on the street and then fought each other. The woman grabbed the man's hair and yelled: "You want to leave me, no way. ”

And other news like this.

When Qin Nuo turned to the third page, he finally found some relatively normal news.

[A strange epidemic has occurred in Ayulun Village, and the locals are helpless. The Rochester Health Department will soon send experts to support]

[The plum rain season is approaching, and the general public should pay attention to travel safety]

"A strange epidemic..."

Qin Nuo tilted his head and repeated it silently.