Early the next morning.
Law asked Machi where Culolo lived and went to East Street without stopping.
Before leaving, Law didn't want Machi and Woking to be sad all day because of this matter, so he promised that he would solve it.
It's hard to say whether it's a slap in the face or not, but for this friendship, Machi and Woking are both sorry.
If it weren't for the fact that both of them are powerless at present, they wouldn't have asked Law to find a way.
Shortly after Law left, Nobunaga was awakened by hunger.
After Woking told Nobunaga about it, he was in a daze for a long time, then he ate something and went to sleep.
He thought about it very seriously, and finally came to the conclusion that he needed to heal his injuries as soon as possible, so he had to continue to sleep to make his injuries recover faster.
In this regard, Woking was helpless. He had the same idea as Nobunaga. When he was lying in the hospital bed, he did not slack off and tried to contact and master Ki.
He vaguely felt that using Ki could speed up the recovery of injuries.
This idea was self-taught and also conformed to the path of telekinesis he wanted to take in the future.
If you can't afford the follow-up expenses, then go home directly. This is the right way to survive in Meteor Street.
And compared with the follow-up medical expenses, Machi and Woking are more worried about the problem of food, because they don't know how long it will take to recover from the injuries on their bodies. Corresponding to the prices of Meteor Street, that's what they should really worry about.
.....
Law walked on the street, and the contemptuous and sarcastic eyes of the past two days became less. It seemed that the effect of the previous shock began to ferment.
Compared with what he had to do at present, it didn't matter.
Nothing happened all the way. According to Machi's detailed instructions, Law turned into the alley according to the numbers on the houses and soon came to Culolo's residence. It was a two-story detached house, covering an area of less than 60 square meters.
The house was square, flat and straight, without the slightest feature, dominated by yellow and white.
Law glanced at the number on the upper right side of the door. After confirming it, he knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door opened. It was Pecnoda.
Seeing Parknord, Law was a little surprised. He greeted Parknord, thinking that the people of Meteor Street matured early, living together at such a young age.
"Come in." Parknoda didn't know Law's thoughts and stepped aside.
Luo Weiwei nodded and walked in. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Culolo sitting on a chair by the window, reading a book.
The weak sunlight shone through the window onto Culolo's body, creating a thin layer of light on his focused face.
Pa!
When Law looked over, Culolo suddenly closed the book, then looked up at Law and said lightly, "Sit."
Law was not polite either. He strode to the sofa and sat down, facing Culolo.
There was very little furniture in the 60-square-meter room.
In front of the window, there was a near European-style single chair, with a copper lamp stand next to it with a barrel-shaped lampshade.
Law sat on only one sofa, which could seat about three people. In front of the sofa was a plain coffee table. In addition, the only furniture that could be seen was bookcases.
Bookcases that were close to the ceiling were placed on the walls, and they were filled with books.
As Ku Luoluo had said, he liked reading very much.
Law looked at the books and secretly smacked his lips. If the kitchen and toilet didn't take up part of the space, it was estimated that there would be two more bookcases. The second floor wouldn't be full of books, right?
Culolo put down the book and looked at Law quietly. He didn't say a word and didn't ask why he came.
The two looked at each other for several minutes, and the atmosphere was quite silent.
Law had a feeling that if he didn't speak, Culolo would be silent for a long time. So he went straight to the point and said directly: "Is there any way to make money quickly?"
"No," Ku Luoluo replied without hesitation.
Law was stunned, stared at Culolo, and continued to ask, "Where did you get the three million Ring?"
Culolo calmly replied: "I earned it."
"How did you earn it?" Law immediately asked.
Culolo didn't hide it and replied directly: "Help the elder bring back his favorite collection, and he will pay me the corresponding reward."
Law heard the words and his eyes lit up. It was too simple for him.
"Are you worried about Machi's medical expenses?" Without waiting for Law to speak, Culolo put the book on the windowsill and asked directly.
"Nonsense." Law said.
"Why do you have to worry about this?" Kluolo asked in confusion.
Law shrugged and said, "Machi is kind to me."
Culolo shook his head and said lightly: "I'm not talking about this. After Machi's injuries are treated, even if they are kicked out of the church in two days, there won't be any big problems. So, why do you worry about this?"
Law's eyes widened and he directly complained: "Are you sick?"
Bang …
Parknoda slammed the red mug on the coffee table, making a dull sound and startling Law.
Law glanced at Parknoda, who was like a hen protecting her chicks, and smiled awkwardly.
Parknoda threw Law to the back of his head and brought the teacup to Culolo.
Culolo took the English style teacup from Parknoda, bowed his head and took a sip. He looked at Law and said lightly: "Meteor Street has its own way of survival. Struggling to survive after being injured and can't rely on others. This is the most normal phenomenon."
Law frowned and said: "How can that kind of injury be ignored?"
"Your way of thinking has entered a wrong place." Culolo paused and refuted the previous sentence. He said lightly: "It should be said that your way of thinking is not suitable for Meteor Street."
Sick and injured, so you have to stay in the hospital until you recover?
This point of view was not suitable for Meteor Street, especially when conditions were limited. It was common sense to accept the worst.
The church was a place to provide treatment and also a place to collect corpses.
Making the best use of everything was one of the rules of Meteor Street. So, even a corpse would be squeezed out of its value.
In this kind of place, you can't expect to be favored by angels, you can only rely on yourself …
Law felt that he and Culolo were not on the same channel. He also knew that Meteor Street was a very special place. Before, Machi also hoped that he could adapt to Meteor Street as soon as possible.
However, Law would not adapt to Meteor Street. He had his own ideas and way of doing things.
The idea of letting the world adapt to him wasn't just a fantasy.
"Help me get in touch with the Elder. I can appreciate any collection he wants. I'm very confident in distinguishing between genuine and fake." Law did not want to be entangled in meaningless conversation and went straight to the point.
Culolo's mouth curved slightly and said lightly: "The Elder already knows your level of appreciation. He doesn't need me to pull the strings at all. But now it's the end of April. The Elder will not touch the collection until September."
"What do you mean?" Law frowned.
"You Kexin Auction." Culolo said.
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