Chapter 189

Wang Quan didn't care where Ichiro Kenike went.

In any case, this guy must have gone to follow the little girl who sold matches.

Wang Quan didn't know what he could do. Anyway, Wang Quan left a mark on the girl when he was helping her put on her shoes.

He sensed that the girl's current position was about two kilometers away in the southeast. She was constantly wandering.

She hadn't moved for a long time.

Either he was still selling matches, or he had already reached home.

Wang Quan had planned to set off, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that he needed to disguise himself.

Although …

Perhaps it was really as Kenchi Ichiro had said, that something might have happened over there.

In order to avoid trouble, it was better to get a sockpuppet.

First of all, this sockpuppet couldn't be the height of a child.

Wang Quan thought about it, found a dark corner, and stripped naked.

Then, his body began to swell and elongate. Finally, he became a skinny, deformed monster about 1.9 meters tall.

How to describe it …

It was like taking a normal photo with a mobile phone and then stretching it up and down. This way, the whole person would look deformed and narrow.

Then, clothes began to grow on Wang Quan's skin.

He wore red underwear (evil repelling) inside, black trousers and a white shirt outside.

Then, he wore black thick-soled hiking boots.

Outside the shirt, he wore a thick double-breasted black and blue coat with a sleeveless vest.

The edges of the coat, which almost reached his ankles, were uneven, as if it had been bitten by something.

Below the sleeveless vest, which covered his arms and his entire back, was a dark blue cape that looked like the wings of an eagle.

Then, on that deformed and elongated face was a bird-beak mask, like that of a medieval doctor.

The bird-beak mask that covered his entire head was bone-white. There were no goggles where his eyes should be, but two pitch-black round holes.

On top of his head was a triangular hat that was also black and blue.

Wang Quan raised his arm and lowered his head to look at the sharp, black claw-like glove on his hand. He nodded his head in satisfaction (see this chapter).

Yes, this outfit was handsome enough. Even Ichiro Kenike wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Seiji decided to see what Ichiro Kenike was up to.

Then … if he didn't need to appear, then so be it.

If Ichiro Kenike couldn't handle the situation, then he would have to jump out and wrap things up.

Wang Quan slightly squatted down, then unfurled his Wing Cloak and shot up into the sky, swirling up the snow!

Watching Wang Quan fly up into the snow, Ksira closed the curtains.

She wouldn't do anything. All she had to do was wait quietly.

"This is' history '… Infino …"

…

Wang Quan landed on a street filled with mud and dirty water.

Or rather, it shouldn't be called a street. This was just a narrow and cramped … "rat lane."

It was similar to the old houses back in China.

There was a path between two old houses that were right next to each other that allowed one person to barely pass through.

That was the feeling.

As for the feeling of living on the second floor … Seiji recalled a similar scene in the movie "The Richest Man in Xihong City".

As soon as the main character opened the curtains, he would be face-to-face with the person in the opposite building.

Wang Quan was standing on such a path.

Beneath his feet was muddy water and muddy snow.

Both sides of the path were dilapidated single-story houses.

That little girl lived in the house to Wang Quan's left.

Currently, nobody could "see" Wang Quan.

However, apart from Wang Quan, there was another uninvited guest here.

Wang Quan raised his head and saw Ichiro Kenike peeping at him from the roof of the single-story house opposite the little girl.

He was as wretched as he could get.

Wang Quan tapped his feet and landed lightly behind Ichiro Kenike.

Then, he removed the barrier and said softly, "Raise your hands."

"Who is it?!"

Ichiro Kenike turned around abruptly and then relaxed.

"Quan Ge, stop fooling around."

"Who is that? I'm … here to kill you. "

Wang Quan deliberately lowered his voice.

"Forget it, Quan Ge. Do you think I can't recognize you with your outfit?" Ichiro Kenike snorted disdainfully.

"Fine. Speaking of which, how did you recognize me?" Wang Quan did not understand. "Is my outfit not in line with the times?"

"A mix of Victorian and Gothic style and medieval style. It does match well with this alternate world."

Sword Pool Ichiro had a serious look on his face. "The prerequisite is that I haven't played Bloodborne Curse before."

Judging from Quan Ge's outfit, he was clearly a character from the Bloodborne Curse!

"Not bad. You really know a lot." Wang Quan lay down beside him. "But didn't you say you were resting at the hotel? Why are you out here?"

"I'm … taking a walk." Ichiro Kenike asked in return, "Quan Ge, aren't you here as well? What are you doing here? "

"I'm here to take pictures."

Wang Quan took out his phone and took a few pictures. "I have a friend at home who yearns for London and Paris during the Industrial Revolution. She said it was very steampunk. I'm here to take some pictures to let her see the real Paris."

"I see."

"What else?"

Both of them fell silent.

After a while, Wang Quan changed the topic.

"Jianchou-san, you took a walk early. Did you find anything?"

"I did." Ichiro Kenike also tacitly didn't talk about the previous topic.

But when it came to this new topic, the relaxed expression on his face sank. "The girl's name is Abby. She has a family of four. She's 11 years old and has a nine-year-old brother.

"Her father is about 30 years old and has lung disease. Their family depends on the mother and two children to work.

"Selling matches is probably to support the family. After all, her father's medicine costs a lot of money."

"That's quite a thorough investigation."

Wang Quan glanced out of the corner of his eye. He saw that Ichiro Kenike was still expressionless, but his fists were clenched.

"But isn't this child labor? When I chatted with people online, I thought that child labor was about 13 or 14 years old. But 11 and 9 years old … isn't this nonsense?

"But in any case, the factory will provide food."

"Quan Ge, don't be naive. How is that possible?"

Ichiro Kenike's voice was calm. "Quan Ge, I've seen a few jokes on the Internet before.

"In Europe during the Industrial Revolution, children around the age of 10 worked in factories, and adults around the age of 20 were unemployed. In a family, it was actually the children who supported the family. Why? Because children and women ate less. With the machines, they had to do a lot of work, and they didn't dare to complain. Some parents even took the initiative to send their children to work in order to save food.

"At that time, England was competing with Sweden in the textile industry. The Swedish capitalists couldn't compete with England because they were too kind. How kind were they? In Sweden, the death rate of child labor was only 40%.

"I remember there's a saying that describes England's child labor: The reason why England became an empire where the sun never set and completely suppressed the European powers was because the average life expectancy of child labor in England's factories was only two years, while the child labor in France and Germany could live for more than three years."

After a pause, Ichiro Kenike's voice began to tremble. "Quan Ge, I'm not a good person.

"I've killed people, set fires, and used unscrupulous means. I've played the P Society game so well that if I were to be judged according to the law, I would definitely be sentenced to death a hundred times, and this was the result after my sentence was reduced.

"But I know that it's just a game, and those numbers are just numbers. At the very least … they're really just numbers in a computer game.

"Of course, there's no way a Hell Walker is a good person, especially someone like me who has lived in so many worlds.

"I'm a scumbag, a piece of trash. I've killed many innocent people just because they got in the way of my mission. I just wanted to live. But that's not a reason to kill people.

"Sometimes, I'm also running away from reality. I tell myself that the person who did those bad things is Ichiro Kenike, and that Dong Ping is still that sociopath who likes to play the P Society game and go against the netizens. But these words are only used to deceive myself.

"But even though I'm living like a sewer rat, like a piece of trash, I still occasionally have things I want to do.

"Even if you want to stop me or kill me, Quan Ge, I don't care.

"I'm actually very timid. I want to return to that fake world and live the rest of my life like an ostrich.

"Maybe tomorrow — no, maybe half an hour later, I'll regret it and think that I'm an idiot.

"But now, I really want to do something.

"Of course, maybe if you stop me, Quan Ge, I'll immediately give in."

"That's your problem. Do you think I can stop you if you want to commit suicide?" Wang Quan was silent for a while before he said this calmly.

"But don't forget that this is a strange world. It's very easy for ordinary people to mutate at night.

"There are probably many deformed people in these slums. Don't tell me that you can't sense it.

"And what's even more coincidental is that this world also has a superhuman sect.

"So here's the question. Why is the slums that constantly produce a large number of deformed people … not destroyed yet?"

Wang Quan looked out of the slums.

"You're saying that the Church of Thanatos and the nobles are deliberately raising voodoo to consume the excess —"

At this point, Ichiro Kenike suddenly paused.

He turned around abruptly!

His enhanced vision allowed him to see very far.

He could see four men in white priest robes walking toward the slums on the bright street illuminated by the street lamps.

"Hmph …" Wang Quan stood up and smiled. "What you plan to do has nothing to do with me. I'll only do what I want to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from where he stood.

In the next moment, he appeared in front of the four priests.

The four priests were stunned. Then, they took out their greatswords as if they were facing a great enemy. "Who are you?!"

Wang Quan crossed his arms under the pointy-beaked bird mask. There was nothing in the pitch-black eye sockets of the mask.

"It's just a ghost that's passing by. Remember it well."