It is already the third day since Jiangxi Lin moved.

The blizzard that brewed three days ago finally stopped this evening, and the entire city was almost buried under heavy snow.

As soon as the snow stopped, the landlord started clearing the snow in front of the apartment building.

During this period, the resident of Room 4, the lame retired soldier, came out once and scolded the landlord to keep his voice down when he was shoveling snow, causing him to take a rest.

Because Jiangxi Lin lived in Room 2 and had a small window in the living room, he noticed that this retired lame soldier had the habit of going out at night and returning early, even if there was a snowstorm these days.

But he said nothing to anyone.

…

The sky was already very dark. Jiangxi Lin simply boiled some water and soaked some coarse bread to fill his stomach. Then he lit the alchemy oil lamp at home, took out a few pieces of shabby cloth with densely written writing on it, and began to review what he had learned yesterday.

.

Smiler language has a total of 108 basic letters, and it took Jiangxi Lin three days to memorize their writing and pronunciation.

Tonight Abel Vera will start teaching spelling.

…

Just after eight o'clock, the landlord Abel Vera, who was wearing a simple cotton and linen dress, took her daughter Abel An'an and knocked on the door of Jiangxi Lin's room.

I don’t know whether it’s to save alchemy fuel or because I don’t worry about my daughter being alone at home. Anyway, the landlady who has been giving Jiangxi Lin classes these days has taken her daughter with her.

However, Jiang Xilin didn't care much about this. He politely welcomed the landlady and his daughter in, and after sitting down, he poured a cup of hot water for each of them.

"Thank you, brother Xilin."

Wearing a light yellow thick cotton coat, the little lolita An An has a sweet voice, but her complexion does not look very good because of malnutrition and a cold.

Xilin smiled and said you're welcome, then sat opposite An An, waiting for the landlord's teaching.

There is only one textbook, bound with thin cotton cloth, and it is very old. Little Lolita An An is using it, and the one used by Jiang Xilin was hand-copied by the landlord using scraps of cloth.

"The combination of Γ and é is pronounced as 'Tayi', ΓéθΚ, Tayi Saka..."

Abel Vera had never been a teacher, so she taught Jiangxi Lin literacy based on her own feelings combined with the way her father taught her before.

Next to her, An An's little body was sitting upright, and she was learning pronunciation from her mother very seriously.

Jiangxi Lin also kept his attitude very upright and read aloud without showing any timidity.

In addition, he can speak it already, so Jiangxi Lin is confident that he can roughly master Smiler within half a month.

…

Two hours passed quickly, and the landlady announced that today's class was over after carefully seeking Jiang Xilin's consent.

Jiang Xilin sent the landlord and his daughter to the door, waved good night to the polite little loli, and then closed the door and returned to the house.

The light of the alchemy oil lamp was not very bright. Jiang Xilin picked up the alchemy oil lamp on the metal table in the living room and returned to the bedroom.

The small bedroom was simply equipped with a folding single bed, and a small cast-iron table was placed beside the bed.

Jiang Xilin placed the oil lamp on the table and took out the thirteen book pages he got from the human trafficker Sam from the drawer of the cast iron table.

After arranging the pages in order, Jiangxi Lin began the difficult "translation" according to the letter pronunciation he learned a few days ago and the spelling rules he learned today.

As long as he knows the pronunciation, he can know the meaning of these words.

…

"...Tiglos introduced the concepts of open loop and closed loop in the arcane magic circle, redefining the arcane magic circle..."

"...This can be based on the closing formula li/τ(nχ)|..."

"...Joining the Tafuji regular angular array can enable XX arcana to be transmitted in one direction..."

…

Jiang Xilin was completely immersed in the translation of the thirteen-page paper, and he didn't realize it until the oil in the alchemical oil lamp ran out.

Put down the dip pen, got up and walked to the living room in the dark.

The dim and flooded light shines on the sofa through the narrow window.

Jiang Xilin sat down, leaned back, closed his eyes, and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

Those vague words began to linger in my ears again.

As soon as he relaxes and stops thinking, those gibberings will appear for no reason and disappear inexplicably when he listens carefully.

This problem has been bothering Jiang Xilin, making him unable to sleep peacefully these days.

…

…

On the wide road, every fifty meters or so, phlogiston street lamps arranged staggered on both sides emit a faint warm light.

This place belongs to the Fourth Street in Kodajang District, Dongting City, and the Kingdom Public Security Department is located here.

The five-story spire-style building constructed of a mixture of masonry and metal looks full of heaviness.

In the northeast corner of the large office in the building, the phlogiston lamp is still on.

Sheriff Buck Horn leaned back, pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and frowned. The mountain of case information in front of him gave him a headache.

Logically speaking, he didn't need to be so concerned about the missing homeless people in the Blackstone District. After all, the missing homeless people were, from a certain perspective, a good thing for the city's security.

But... recently, some adults from the Kingdom's Night Knights discovered that there seemed to be many unclean people in the city at night.

The unclean ones, those who have abandoned their faith in the Lord, whose souls have been corrupted by demons and whose humanity has been annihilated, even if they are thrown into an ice cave and freeze to death, no one will stand up and say they are cruel, they all deserve to die.

He would never forget the explosion that occurred at No. 311 in Qilong District ten years ago. In that explosion, he lost his beautiful wife and the child who was still in his wife's belly and had not had time to be born.

Buck Horn clenched his fists tightly, took a long breath, sat upright again, and began to search for every clue in the messy case files.

As time went by, a faint fish belly white appeared on the horizon, and sanitation workers led the loading trucks on the streets to start a new day of de-icing.

Buck Horn put down the dip pen, capped the ink bottle, stood up and stretched, walked to the small round window, and looked at the street outside the window with his hands in his pockets.

The phlogiston lamps were extinguished one by one. Buck Horn turned around, picked up the black trench coat hanging on the back of the chair, put on his peaked cap and left the office.

The cold wind like a knife blew the hem of Buck Horn's windbreaker, and there were golden clouds on the horizon.

"Today seems to be a nice sunny day."

…

"Today seems to be a nice sunny day."

Jiang Xilin, wearing a leather-covered cotton coat stolen from Sam, was squatting on the street in Blackstone District, looking at Yunxia and couldn't help but think.

The de-icing team had just passed by, leaving dense scratch marks on the road.

There were very few pedestrians walking on the street. Jiang Xilin observed for a long time but could not find a suitable "criminal" target.

Of course, this is mainly because his conscience is still intact and he really cannot attack ordinary people.

Just when he began to suspect that he might not be suitable to be a "complete" bad guy, a turning point occurred.

I saw a group of more than a dozen men holding steel pipe axes and holding a middle-aged man covered in blood as they turned into a certain alley.

Pedestrians walking around looked at him and looked like they were trying to avoid him.

bite--
Chapter completed!