Red Moon Returns

Carrying a heavy suitcase, Lynch jumped off the cab at Charles Square.

This contained books borrowed from the Church of Dark Night.

The price of books in this world began to drop rapidly after the advent of the steam age, but the high price of one or two pounds for a book made Lynch flee directly from the bookstore, and the libraries of several higher education schools were not open to the public, so it was not easy to find a place to borrow books.

No wonder the cost of education is so high, Mrs. Maggie is really hard to support little Martha's education.

Sighing and jumping back to the ground, Lynch threw a half-shilling coin. The box was carried on the car by the coachman, so Lynch gave a tip.

A huge tip of one penny.

While being moved by his generosity, he walked across the square to No. 221.

Today, I went home early, and the square was already bustling. A group of housewives living nearby occupied all the stalls, picking and choosing, bargaining, and then arguing violently, with a market atmosphere.

Thinking about how I have been running around every day to save my life since I crossed over, I always thought that I would enjoy life after solving the problem.

But what is life? Bars and theaters? Fine wine and food? That's just part of it. Such a street atmosphere is also life.

In fact, I experience life every day, but I have never tried to enjoy it.

I spent five pence to buy a few honey biscuits from the stall of an old woman with a mean and disgusted face, and then spent the same money to buy a full pound of soft white bread. The price of sweets in this world is really unfriendly.

Lynch tasted a small piece, it was so sweet that it was greasy. I really don't know why someone likes to eat it. Forget it, I'd better use it with black tea when someone comes over at night, just as waste.

Carefully wrap up the "waste", and then go to the grocery stall of the uncle in the top hat on the other side to buy a lighter. The lighter is not selling well. The Land people prefer pipes, and lighters are far less practical than matches. The neighboring Friedman Kingdom loves cigars and cigarettes.

Although Lynch doesn't like smoking, it is hard to guarantee that he won't use it when investigating the incident. It's better to try to avoid the experience of being almost paralyzed by a top hat in the dark last night.

It costs three shillings. This simple machine is so expensive. Lynch sighed and handed over two coins reluctantly. Then he heard a noisy sound.

Looking up, he saw several blue uniforms and a group of gray uniforms crossing the square, aiming at another small building on the side of the square.

It was a very dilapidated building. Every time Lynch saw it, he suspected that it would collapse tomorrow, but it was said that it had been standing for ten years and it looked like it would continue to hold on.

Because there were still residents inside, and there were dozens of families and dozens of people living there, it was very crowded. As soon as the group of gray uniforms passed by, many people immediately rushed out, and a fierce quarrel broke out between the two sides.

While Lynch tried to light a fire, he pointed to the lively scene over there and gave an inquiring look.

The man in the top hat rolled his eyelids and said impatiently: "Go quickly after buying things. Why are you asking so many questions?"

What's wrong with these people?

Lynch sighed again and explained, "I will live at No. 221 for a long time in the future, so I have to know what happened to my neighbors."

"Huh? You are also from Villa Street? A tenant of Hudson's house?"

The man in the top hat looked Lynch up and down, and his attitude softened a lot:

"In the future, report your identity before buying things, otherwise no one will know who you are."

As he said, the uncle threw back a shilling and explained, "It's from the Hall of Craftsmen, saying that they want to check for dangerous buildings."

"Isn't that a good thing? I think that building is indeed dangerous."

"What happens after it is designated as a dangerous building? What about the City Hall? If they don't pay to repair it, they don't have the money to repair it themselves, so they have to demolish it. Where will so many people live after it's demolished? Will they all sleep under the Land Bridge? "The uncle snorted coldly, "They don't care whether the people in the King's District are dead or alive. At the beginning, those rich masters used the land purchase order to scare and deceive us to buy all our farmland, saying that they would have a fixed salary if they worked in the factory and could live in the city. They would live here first and have the money to move to a better city in a few years. Now some people have moved here for more than 30 years, but they still continue to live here. "

Tsk, it turns out that there is also a land enclosure movement in this world, that's right, it just happens to be this era.

Lin Qi shook his head. These messy things were a bit disgusting, making him lose interest in continuing to walk around. He opened the door of No. 221 with a heavy suitcase.

As soon as the door was opened... he was stunned for a few seconds, then took a step back and closed the door again.

Pressing the door handle, his face was burning and his heartbeat gradually accelerated. There was only one question in his mind, why was there a blonde young woman with half-wet clothes inside? Reopening the door should be able to reset it.

Before he finished entertaining himself, Mrs. Hudson opened the door and pulled him in: "Come and help, the water pipe is spraying."

The problem is that I can't fix the water pipe.

Although thinking so, Lynch still threw down his precious bookcase and ran into the kitchen.

Fortunately, it was just the screw that was loose, and it was restored to normal after tightening it. However, Lynch found that after all, it was in the old city. Although this apartment was relatively new and well maintained, the pipes were also rusty. I hope it can last for a few more years.

"Thank you, thank you very much, Mr. Leviev, it's a good thing you are here."

Mrs. Maggie Hudson was relieved and shook Lynch's hand to thank him profusely. She didn't realize that the key problem had been exposed.

"Here." Lynch found out. He felt his head was a little smoky. His intelligence plummeted. He didn't know what he was doing. He handed over the white bread as a token of his love. He swallowed heavily and said stupidly, "Um, ma'am, would you like to change your clothes first?"

The air suddenly became quiet for a few seconds, and then a sharp cry almost broke Lynch's eardrum. The blonde lady's eyes turned red. She put her hands on her chest and ran quickly to the bedroom on the first floor. The long cry dragged behind her until it was blocked by the bedroom door.

Uh, shouldn't I remind her?

Linch scratched his head helplessly, and his emotional intelligence in his previous life was exposed.

【Puff. 】

'Hmm? Ms. Luna, you are wrong, why are you still lying on the window to laugh at your neighbors? Although I know I act a little stupid, shouldn't you take the initiative to avoid it at this time? '

【I will be by your side and witness every scenery along the way with you. 】

'It's not appropriate to use this sentence as an excuse at this time. ’

Silently.

‘It’s no use not answering, I know you’ve always been there. ’

Still silently.

Rolling his eyes, Lin Qi ran back to the second floor with his suitcase in a huff, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing.

Cautiously locking the door, he put on a clean shirt with a dreamy mind, took out all the bits and pieces on his body and threw them on the coffee table, and hung up the wet clothes. Only then did Lin Qi breathe a sigh of relief and threw himself into the sofa.

No need to be a social animal, and there are benefits to see, such a life is really comfortable.

Sighing in his heart, Lin Qi yawned, opened the borrowed theology book in the warm sunshine and started reading.

At the end of the first era, the fantasy dreamland devoured the present world, and the omen appeared.

The doomsday scene has arrived.

With the most holy heart, the holy spirits did not hesitate to shatter their bodies and fall their consciousness, and gathered the power of the holy spirit to restore the fantasy dreamland to its original position.

Holy, the most holy heart, holy.