"Simon, is this the report you plan to submit to the District Management Office?"

"Yes, Lord Rasma. This report has already been submitted to the district, but it has not been processed. I also submitted it to the Order of the Whip, but there was no response."

Rasma smiled as he read the report in his hand and said, "So, you took this opportunity to submit the report to me?"

"Yes, Lord Rasma. Because I believe that Judge Dis has the suspicion of abusing the Order Regulations. According to his post-processing report, he almost did not conceal it and deliberately expanded the target, causing a great impact on the social order of Roja City and directly intervening in the mayoral election campaign."

"A local financial consortium spokesperson, a journalist, a legislator, and a mayoral candidate all died overnight. Four people died."

"They died together in a conspiracy?"

"Yes, according to the report submitted by Judge Dis and my own investigation, they did indeed conspire together using the ability of the Berry Church middle management."

"Well, is there any other problem?"

"I believe that Judge Dis's handling could have been more calm and reduced the negative impact, but he did not choose to do so."

"People have bad moods sometimes, and it's understandable."

"But..."

"There's nothing else to say. Even if you submit this report to me, it's still useless. Would you accuse someone of killing innocent ants because they accidentally stepped on them while walking?"

"I don't think it's fair to make that comparison."

"It's not fair to compare people like that. Walking normally is already the best way to maintain order. Even if he doesn't resist the order, he knows how to recite the Order Regulations before doing things and submit reports after completing them. This is enough to move the district and even the relevant persons in the headquarters to tears."

"Sir..."

"Have you seen Judge Dis?"

"Yes, I have been responsible for delivering documents from the district management to the surrounding areas these days. I have seen Judge Dis several times and even received a counterfeit Source of Sin copper coin from him."

"What kind of person do you think Judge Dis is, aside from this report?"

"He is a very rigorous and serious judge. Excluding the improper handling of this report, Judge Dis's professional and responsible level exceeds the average level of the judges in my church that I know of."

"Well, that's good."

Rasma handed the report back to Simon, the captain of the Order of the Whip, who was standing in front of him.

"Lord Rasma, should this report be destroyed?""No need, you can keep it, just save it for later. These small mistakes, or rather, small oversights that cannot even be considered mistakes, cannot bring down an elephant. But if one day the elephant really falls, these can be used to splash some dirty water on its body.

Alright, you can go now, go do your thing."

"Understood, I'll take my leave."

Simon respectfully left the rooftop of the hotel building.

Lasma, with his buzz cut and neatly trimmed beard, stood here alone for a long time.

"Sigh..."

Lasma opened his hands and vigorously rubbed his face, rubbing until his face turned red.

"I've been trying my best to control myself, but I just can't, Dis.

Every time I hear your name, I can't suppress my emotional fluctuations.

Especially when I come to the city where you are, this emotion keeps haunting me."

Lasma took out a small knife from his sleeve, with a bead rope attached to one end of the knife handle.

Then, he shook the bead rope while walking down the building.

By the time he walked out of the lobby on the first floor, the previously solemnly dressed Lasma had become an old man wearing a worn leather jacket, with a swinging small dagger and a rogue smile, looking like a real old hooligan.

He strolled around the city, his walking speed was not fast, slower than the ladies who were addicted to shopping but not buying.

But his figure overlapped very fast, as if he appeared at the end of the street at the beginning, and then appeared at the front of the street the next moment.

He was taking a walk,

He was relaxing;

The distance that usually required nearly 30 Lu coins for a taxi, he saved it quickly.

The soles of his rubber boots stepped into the puddles under his feet, splashing a lot of dirty water.

In front of him was Kengjing Street, the most famous flea market in Roja City.

The place was crowded with people and had a complex population. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the busiest place in Roja City, but it was not prosperous.

Lasma took a deep breath,

Yes,

It's here.

He needed this place, where he could recall his childhood and find inner peace.

He walked to the front of a dim sum shop;

There were many small storefront dim sum shops on Kengjing Street, with only one door, a low eave, and basically only one plate of the cheapest egg cake under the glass counter;

Some dim sum shops didn't even want to put one plate, they only put two or three, and they were obviously moldy to the naked eye;

They had never been sold, but they were too lazy to replace them. Several egg cakes were the most steadfast old actors in the cabinet.

Roja City prohibits the sex industry, or more precisely, the entire Rulun prohibits the sex industry.

But the ban was a legal prohibition. In terms of social atmosphere, Rulun, which had always been influenced by Vein, still maintained a certain degree of openness. Moreover, this industry has always had a clear market demand;

Therefore, a new presentation model has been formed in Rulun, such as... dim sum shops.From the small snack shop in the Kuangjing Street to the large and magnificent shops in the city, they all have the "food and beverage license" hanging on their doors.

Customers come to my shop to buy snacks infused with my "love" and the rich taste of "craftsmanship", so they are much more expensive than ordinary snacks.

But it's a willing buyer and a willing seller, isn't it?

After customers buy snacks, as a shop assistant, I get to know them and we chat for a while. Our feelings quickly heat up, and we instantly confirm our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. Then we can't help but want to do something that couples should do.

After the thing happens, our feelings quickly break down, and we break up again.

But love is hard to completely cut off. Lingering feelings are the real norm. So when my ex appears at my shop again, as long as they buy another piece of snack, our feelings can be rekindled.

One of Roja's greatest poets in history, Dallot, wrote in a poem he created in his middle age:

"My youth has long been deposited in the snack shop in my hometown. I am very clear that even when I am old, I can still come back here and taste the gone youth again."

Lasma came to the door of a small snack shop. The plate of egg cakes in the counter was still fresh.

A woman was sitting on a small stool knitting. She looked up and saw Lasma standing at the door.

She put down her knitting and stood up, opened her coat, and showed off her figure.

Lasma took a glance, smiled, and took out five 100 rupee bills and placed them on the counter.

The woman frowned slightly, "For the whole day?"

Lasma sighed and said, "Is it that expensive?"

The woman shook her head, "You misunderstood. You don't need that much. I have to go home to help my child with homework tonight."

"Just for this afternoon."

"Okay, come in. But take some of the money back. It's too much even with the tip."

"No need."

Lasma pulled out the plate of egg cakes from the cabinet. There were exactly five egg cakes inside. He took one and took a bite, then walked in.

The woman skillfully closed the shop door.

It was dark inside. The woman turned on the light, and it was bright.

It was a bit simple, with a bed, an old sofa, a squat toilet, and a water pipe without a showerhead.

Lasma lay on the bed, and the woman sat down next to him and massaged his legs, asking, "Did you drink?"

Lasma shook his head.

The woman was relieved.

But just as the woman was about to do the next move, she was stunned. She saw the man in front of her put a small knife in front of her. A strange scene happened. The bead rope above the small knife had no attachments, but it seemed to be fixed there.

The man stretched out his finger and knocked on the small knife, and the small knife began to sway back and forth under the swing of the bead rope.

The woman exclaimed, "Are you a magician?"

Lasma nodded and pointed to the side, "I will lie down for a while, you stand there, don't do anything, and when the time comes, I'll leave.""Can I?" the woman asked in confusion.

"Um."

The woman, who received a positive response, stood up, took back her needle and thread, and continued knitting the sweater while leaning against the wall.

She had seen many strange clients with peculiar habits, and this one was not the strangest.

Lasma lay on the bed, looking at the dagger in front of him. He was trying to regain his inner peace and reduce the emotional fluctuations caused by Roja's presence.

It was like trimming a beard. He had become accustomed to being meticulous and well-groomed. And this dagger was his tool for scraping away the unwanted emotions in his heart.

Lasma's gaze in front of him gradually faded from color to black and white.

As he watched the swaying of the blade, he heard the rhythmic creaking of the bed next door, the heavy breathing, the genuine or fake flattery, and the false praise.

He smelled the pungent scents of ointment, dirt, disinfectant, coldness, and dampness...

Gradually, his senses began to expand. He heard the vendors shouting on the street, men discussing the figures of other men's wives, and women chatting about the length of other men's... parts.

He heard the antique vendors at the flea market calling out, and even their inner evaluations of the customer in front of them:

Oh, he's an expert.

Ha, a fat sheep.

He smelled the dampness on the street, the decay of an elderly person in the house, and the fragrance of cheap soap.

After his vision turned gray and monotonous, his other senses suddenly became very rich. He was like a spider, rapidly expanding his perception network.

He was searching for the childhood version of himself, sitting on a street full of puddles, staring blankly at the passing pedestrians.

At that time, he was a stranger to this world, full of doubts, but at the same time, he was objective.

Every once in a while, he would choose to reorganize his "perspective" in this way, which was his way of refining his faith.

He repeatedly called out to his childhood self, borrowing his "gaze" to scrutinize the world again and again.

At this moment, his vision began to expand.

He saw black and white people living and working here, following a certain order.

Although theft and gang fights were rampant here, and the public security was not as good as in the city, there was still an order in place.

People gathered here, believing in a certain order that they needed, and then arranged their lives on the grid of that order.

They were walking, but at the same time, they were also jumping on the grid.

For thieves and victims of theft, it was the same. They just jumped into their respective grids at that moment."Hey, your shoes can be fixed for 3 Lu coins. Don't worry, I can make them look like new. If you add 2 more Lu coins, I can even add a new layer of leather to the sole."

A voice entered Lasma's ears, giving him a slightly different feeling. He looked over and saw a man with one leg sitting behind a stall at the street corner, bargaining with customers who came to get their shoes fixed.

Lasma was lying on a bed in a dim sum shop, but his figure appeared in front of the man named Rote. However, Rote couldn't see him, and the passersby directly passed through "Lasma" without any hindrance.

Rote's gray-white color was lighter than others, even with a hint of color. Although these colors were gradually fading and would soon become the same as ordinary people around him, Lasma reached out and grabbed the "color" on Rote's body.

The next moment, the real Rote was still there discussing the price of repairing shoes, but in front of "Lasma," he saw a pale-faced Rote speaking.

...

"He should have died of poisoning."

"What did you say?" The woman continued to knit her sweater, looking puzzled.

...

"Okay, okay, don't worry. You can come and pick up your shoes tomorrow."

Rote closed a deal.

At this time, he saw his wife helping his mother walk over, and he immediately asked, "What did the doctor say?"

His wife replied, "The doctor said it was just a bad stomach and prescribed some anti-diarrheal medicine."

Rote immediately blamed his mother, "You are old, and your stomach is not good. You can't eat those things. You are not allowed to eat them again next time."

The old mother retorted, "If I eat more, you can eat less. Your health is really precious. I said it's not a big deal. It's just a matter of going to the clinic and getting medicine, which costs money."

"Hey, isn't earning money for this? Dear, take your mother home and rest, and make her a cup of milk tea."

"Okay."

"Lasma" looked at this wife, and she had colors on her body too. He gently "pulled out" and saw a face that should have been broken.

The old grandmother also had colors on her body. He pulled out the same way and saw the kind grandmother showing a ferocious face with her long tongue sticking out.

...

"He should have fallen face down and died."

"Hmm?"

"He should have hanged himself."

The woman immediately said, "Are you talking about the 'Xisuo' family who died last time? Oh my god, it was really big news. The man of the house committed suicide by taking poison, his mother hanged herself, and his wife jumped off the building with their daughter from the apartment building. The whole family committed suicide in one night. Many reporters came to report on it, and it caused a huge demonstration in the East District."

...

"Dad."A cute girl ran up to Lotte.

Lotte took out a 5-lu coin he had just received from the previous customer and handed it to Sarah.

"Father, it's okay, I was invited by Mina and Karun to go on a picnic together."

"Take it, buy some candy for Mina and them to eat. You can't spend no money at all, otherwise you won't become friends."

"Okay, Father."

Sarah took the money and walked up to her father, kissing him on the forehead.

"Go play, we've already delayed because of your grandmother going to the clinic. Don't worry, she's okay."

"Okay, Father."

"Lasma" noticed that the girl also had colors that had not completely faded, and reached out to grab them, seeing a disfigured face.

Then, the girl ran up to a handsome young man and called out warmly, "Karun, big brother."

Lotte stood up and said to the young man, "I'm sorry, because of her grandmother's situation, we delayed your time."

"The old man's health is the most important thing. It's nothing. Thank you for taking Sarah out to play. You know, his mother and I are busy with work and can't spare time usually."

"Yes, but business has its ups and downs. Unfortunately, my family is in a down season lately."

"Oh, that won't do. It's always better in the high season."

"Lasma's" gaze fell on the young man speaking.

He was very handsome,

Even in the "black and white" background, his delicate appearance could still be seen, giving people a feeling of being different from the people around him.

But "Lasma" wasn't interested in these things,

After confirming that there was nothing unusual about this young man except for his good looks, he looked away,

Letting go of this "ordinary" young man.

...

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Lasma, lying on the bed in the pastry shop, sat up and reached out to grasp the dagger in his hand.

"That girl, she died from falling too."

"Yeah, didn't I just say it? The whole family died, a man, an old mother, a wife with their only daughter, all committed suicide overnight. What a poor family."

Lasma listened to the woman's words while looking at the small knife in his hand,

Saying, "It wasn't supposed to be their family's in the first place."

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I've been updating too much lately, and my body and schedule are a bit tired. There won't be a second update today, I need to slow down.

Hugs to everyone!