Apartment Ingeson Tudor Lister Street 22.

The red-haired young man lying on the bed and taking a nap suddenly opened his eyes, and his pale brown eyes relaxed slightly, trying to let in more light.

He sat up and subconsciously looked at his hands and arms.

Judging from the appearance, Langdon's skin is still full of youthful vitality, and there are no signs of death at all.

When I clenched my fists, my veins popped out.

In the quiet night, you can even hear the strong and powerful heartbeat.

Will such a body really die and rot in a month?

Li Shenzhi was full of worries.

He was even full of luck and thought that Langdon, embedded with a creeper, might be able to delay the arrival of this time.

But reason still told him soberly that he could have hope, but he had to prepare for the worst.

"call……"

Li Shenzhi let out a breath. The pressure of being close to death made him unable to sleep or eat well.

He remained silent for a moment, then simply split off part of the maggot, followed the crack in the door, left the apartment, and reconstructed his body on the street.

Of course, the whole process was covered by the tears of the sirens.

At this time, Tudor was completely silent at night.

There was no one on the streets, and the air quality was slightly better.

Li Shenzhi identified a direction and walked lightly.

He planned to go to the hospital and try to occupy the corpse to see if it was feasible. Even if he could only move for a few days, it would be enough for him to do a lot of things.

After leaving Lister Street, Li Shenzhi was surprised to find that Tudor in the night was not as peaceful as he had imagined.

On the roadside and in the deep alleys, you can often see ragged homeless people huddled among them, shivering.

This reminded him of Saroch's words:

——Faith comes from suffering.

He had no doubt that a few pieces of bread might be enough to change their belief that poverty was the source of cholera!

In a depressed mood, Li Shenzhi found a body before he even reached the hospital.

This is an old homeless man, covered with a stack of old newspapers, huddled on the street corner, his whole body has long been lifeless.

Li Shenzhi sighed unintentionally. He half-crouched in front of the homeless man and pointed his index finger on his forehead. His soul immediately followed the index finger and tried to occupy his body.

As expected, as soon as his soul poked out his index finger, it escaped into the terrifying chaos, unable to sense the homeless man's body at all.

"Sure enough, it won't work! Think about it, once a human dies, in the final analysis, it is just a piece of rotten flesh made of protein. If I can possess the corpse, the death of the sea fish should have no impact on me."

Li Shenzhi sighed secretly. He had been mentally prepared for this outcome.

Since corpses are not enough, we can only settle for the next best thing and choose a dying person.

However, now is not the time for experiments.

If that day comes, let’s talk about it!

Li Shenzhi thought to himself, turned around and went home.

Nothing happened all night.

The next morning, the maid Caroline prepared breakfast as usual.

Today's breakfast is toast, steamed parsnips, and a glass of fresh milk.

"Well, the parsnips are out?"

The memory of Langdon's death came to mind, which surprised Li Shenzhi.

"Yes, Mr. Langdon, parsnips will be on your dinner table a lot from now on," Caroline replied.

Parsnips, from the name, seem to be desert selaginella plants, but in fact, they are similar to white radish.

The taste is soft and waxy, with a mixed taste of potatoes and yam.

It is usually harvested after frost, but impatient farmers will also pick before frost in the hope of selling it at a good price.

"Winter is coming!"

"Yes, Mr. Langdon."

Li Shenzhi nodded, inexplicably thinking of the homeless man who died last night.

He pays little attention to temperature changes, but he does not know that winter is like the white death to the poor.

"Starting from today, the standard monthly living expenses will be 40 pounds. I will give it to you regularly every week. This is this week's living expenses."

Li Shenzhi took out two 5-pound silver coins and placed them on the table.

He was not brave enough to raise it to 60 pounds. Although he could afford it, he still felt it necessary to store part of it to make a small spare treasury.

If Langdon's body dies, it can also provide funds for the activities of the next body.

"Mr. Langdon, have you been...promoted?"

Caroline looked surprised.

It's a pity that Li Shenzhi would have been secretly embarrassed last night, but now he has long since lost his thoughts on that aspect.

"Well, it's almost the same. I'm now a security guard and enjoy the treatment of a security inspector."

"Really? Congratulations, Mr. Langdon!"

Caroline looked surprised and congratulated her sincerely. After all, this is a matter of honor for the master and the servant.

"Promotion is a good thing, but the job will also be more dangerous. Yesterday, the department lost a chief of security. I might die when. If I die, if there is any leftover for living expenses, you can keep it for yourself.

!" Li Shenzhi sighed.

"No, Mr. Langdon, you are so young, I believe you will be promoted to Chief of Security in a few years!"

Caroline waved her hand and used promotion to divert the somewhat serious topic of death.

"Hopefully!"

Li Shenzhi did not explain too much.

After breakfast, when he left the house, he suddenly remembered something and warned: "By the way, Caroline, if you have time today, buy some spices from the market."

Caroline quickly replied: "Okay, Mr. Langdon."

Wait until Li Shenzhi leaves home.

Caroline then picked up the silver coins on the table, and her mind couldn't help but trance.

The monthly expenditure is 40 pounds, and the annual expenditure is 480 pounds. This living standard expenditure is already close to the minimum standard of a noble noble.

This gap between rich and poor made her feel a little sad;

But it's more of a thorny feeling.

How to plan the living expenses of 40 pounds? To be honest, this is a bit difficult for her.

Because she has never dealt with such a level of expenses.

She had worked at the Earl's Palace, but only as a domestic maid.

Generally speaking, planning living expenses is a skill that only private housekeepers have.

As her thoughts swirled, Caroline gradually had a plan in mind.

She plans to visit the old housekeeper who once worked for the Earl's Palace in the afternoon, hoping to get his advice.

It was really impossible. She had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running away, so she could only imitate the details of life in Earl's Palace and make overall plans.

"My Lord, the great god of navigation, may Mr. Langdon return safely every day."

Caroline couldn't help but pray to the God of Navigation.

She vaguely remembered that on her first day at work, Mr. Langdon went out with his revolver to check his appearance.

Obviously, Mr. Langdon's working environment is very dangerous and he may face death threats at all times.

Those damn gangs dare to attack even the elderly and children, but they don't care about the security guards.

She didn't want anything to happen to Mr. Langdon.

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Chapter completed!