Zhou Jinru almost dragged Anderson out of the nightclub. The poor guy's body was shaking non-stop and he had lost all his courage.

"You know her, that Julie?"

Anderson's teeth chattered up and down. He shook his head and nodded again: "No, I don't know her. No, I know her."

Zhou Jinru assumed that Anderson knew him and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"I have no idea."

The poor man's eyes lost focus, as if a walking corpse was following Zhou Jinru.

They came to the bar at the crossroads. It was late at night, but the bar was still noisy. The drunkards on the first floor sang unscrupulously while the drunkards on the first floor sat around the card table and poured out their money.

Empty and trying to find some fun, in the guest room on the third floor, men who are eager to grow explore the mysteries of life with call girls.

These things are nothing new in open Victoria, and can even be said to be the norm in life.

"A glass of milk and a glass of brandy."

Zhou Jinru pointed to the lost Anderson next to him and asked the bartender to give him the brandy.

Kesong glanced at Zhou Jinru and pushed two drinks over.

Since he was in a dream, Zhou Jinru didn't need to control himself. He stared at the waves on the bread man's chest wantonly, thinking that the waves on the bread man's chest were not very protruding, so why did they become so big in the sitcom?

"Thanks."

After taking a sip of wine, Anderson seemed to regain his energy. His face was gray, but his eyes were brighter.

"Easy to do."

Zhou Jinru drank the milk and didn't care at all about the almost cannibalistic look in Croissant's eyes.

After a few more minutes, Anderson, who had completely calmed down, spoke: "I met that girl. She was my neighbor's daughter. At that time, I was still..."

In a city corrupted by money, the neighbor of a company director like Anderson must be another rich man.

The actual situation is just as Zhou Jinru guessed, Julie's father is not only a factory owner, but also a member of parliament.

"and after?"

Zhou Jinru grabbed a handful of almonds and put it in his mouth, as if he was here to listen to a story today.

Anderson glanced at the man next to him: "Julie's father is dead. It is said that he was assassinated because he only loved his wife. He had no lover, no illegitimate child, and only one offspring who was underage... After he died,

The factory quickly closed down, and the huge family fortune was targeted and divided by relatives. He did not have no friends, but he had more political enemies because he agreed to abolish the child labor bill and proposed strict limits on the weekly working hours of minors."

"What happened to Julie?"

"She's dead."

Zhou Jinru stopped mid-drinking the milk and glanced at Anderson from the corner of his eye, as if asking him if he had said the wrong thing.

Anderson repeated: "When she died, I bought her an urn. Although I was quite down and out at that time, it was still okay to arrange the funeral arrangements for my friend's daughter."

"If, I mean if, what you said is true, then who is the Julie we saw today?"

"I have no idea."

After drinking the milk, Zhou Jinru put down the cup, picked up the menu in front of him, ordered a fried steak, and paid for the night's room.

Anderson looked at him puzzled: "Zhou, we just met once, why do you want to help me?"

"For the sake of a meal, someone took me in when I was living on the street."

He stuffed a few banknotes and a handful of coins into Anderson's pocket: "If I were you, I would go to church and pray once tonight, buy another bus ticket, and leave Londinium. No matter where I go, I will never go back again."

return."

Anderson held Zhou Jinru's hand tightly. The blond man stared at his face, as if he understood something, and said excitedly: "You are a mist hunter, right? You must be a mist hunter!"

Zhou Jinru raised his eyebrows: "I am not a mist hunter."

"No! You are the Mist Hunter! You are all like this. You only appear in the most dangerous places to solve terrible enemies and eliminate supernatural events. There is a Mist Hunter in Londinium. I have only seen it once. She holds a huge

weapon! You are also a mist hunter, right, I will remember you, you are all good people!"

Zhou Jinru broke free from Anderson's hand and left the bar immediately, leaving the blond man standing at the door of the bar and shouting.

Mist Hunter?

He stretched out his hand. The fog at night was getting thicker and thicker, with enough water vapor that it seemed as if the whole city was soaked in water.

"I was not involved in the plot of the first act. The whole scene is so big and there are many places to visit, just like those open world games. The difference is that the main line of open world games will always stop there, waiting for the protagonist to start.

This sitcom... No, I must have made a mistake. I am not the protagonist, so the main plot is actually developing, but I did not appear in the relevant scenes."

Zhou Jinru held the ID card. He didn't know when the information on it changed from "crazy manservant" to "Mist Hunter (manservant)". His tooth hurt when he saw it. It seemed that he couldn't get rid of "manservant".

This level of identity.

"Can't you use other titles? Butler and deacon are both fine. Why are you just staring at the male servant?"

The name of the first act is Oliver Twist. Zhou Jinru has already seen the main scene, which is Yin Hui and the quiet church he went to. What he experienced is a supplement to the world view, such as this dice that controls luck.

Zhou Jinru was sitting on the bench in the city park, carefully observing the dice in his hand. After Anderson failed for the first time, he had a good chance of throwing it away. However, with a gambler's mentality, he was thinking about how to come back, and the more he lost, the more he lost.

The more you have, the more it will be too late to throw it away.

There are some extraordinary events in this world, and there are also a group of people who can solve extraordinary events.

"My current identity has become a mist hunter. The rule of changing my identity is to change the impression of others through my own behavior. Such an idealistic method makes my political scores cry!"

Zhou Jinru looked around and saw that almost all the homeless people sleeping on the benches nearby, including adults and children, were sleeping in the open air in such cold weather.

He looked away and looked at his hand. The dice fell by his feet at some point.

"two points."

Before he could raise his head, several rays of light shone from a short distance away, and a uniformed police officer puffed up his cheeks and whistled, making an extremely harsh sound.

"Go! Go! This is a city garden, not a place for lazy people like you to sleep!"

The police officers roughly pushed down the people sleeping on the benches and drove them away with batons.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

When a police officer saw that the homeless man who had been pushed down from the bench was still not getting up, he walked over carefully and felt the man's arteries. For a moment, he could not control his eyes in astonishment:
Chapter completed!