Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 131: Trace of the past
Torpoint’s night is always so dim, chaotic, and fascinating.
is in the deepest part of Taimo Lane, a messy place made up of scrap iron, ship boards and wooden fences, hiding an astonishing underground world.
Those rough guys who have been on the sea for a long time will always seize all the time on the shore, let the pound, alcohol and women wash away the smell of the sea.
Among the crew members who spend most of the year at sea, there has been a saying since ancient times: Don’t wait until your body is floating on the surface of the sea, and then regret that your gold has sunk on the bottom of the sea. .
Maca walks in a deep and familiar alley. From time to time, he will run into groups of three or five strong men. They are the same, all walking deep.
But before reaching the destination, everyone will not talk to each other-this is one of the many unwritten rules in Taimo Lane.
When Maca came to a broken metal house transformed from a large shipping container, he walked to the door familiarly, and pushed the sloppy who was sitting on a metal barrel dozing off. Old man.
"Beard, wake up!"
The old man squinted and raised his head, giving Maca a bored look.
"Stop pushing, when have you seen me fall asleep?" The old man said vaguely, taking a dirty bottle in his hand and taking a big gulp.
While drinking, he opened his palm to Maca and shook, "...what about today?"
Maca took out a small roll of paper from his pocket, and slapped it in the old man's hands.
The old man habitually curled up his fingers and touched it, then curled his lips: "Little devil, even if you are an acquaintance, you should raise the price next time!"
He said, beckoning to Maca, motioning for him to come closer.
"There are still a lot of fat guys today, one is the merchant leader from the West Bank, called Alger; the other is a nobleman from Brest, France, called Vincent or something..." the old man hummed. The alcohol in his mouth sprayed directly on Maca’s face, but he had to continue to listen, "Well, there are some folks from North Germany. Although the origin is not very clear, they are not badly dressed."
"Bald, let's talk about the point..." Seeing the old man still muttering something, Maca couldn't help but urge.
"Okay, you kid always can't stand your temper... The merchant leader took a little girl, I look like... you understand." The old man smiled, "Those serious businessmen in the West Bank The team has also started to go in the dark, and it is not in vain that the old guys who lost their lives pave the way for them."
Maca nodded clearly, touching his chin and whispered: "This is a big deal..."
"Boy, you still want to do it alone? This time, you are a big man—"
"What about the big living people, it depends mainly on where they brought them..." Maca pondered, and suddenly froze, "Why do I feel that this is a bit familiar?"
The sloppy old man didn't say a word.
entered this gold-selling cave in Taimo Lane, and I wouldn't be able to give it up without a whole night's effort. Some guys can even run out of money soaked in it all the way into their pockets.
There is still a lot of time, and Maca waved at the old man casually, and walked into the broken iron house like a walk.
Behind the tin hut, there is a field blocked up and down. There are a lot of people here, most of them hovering around in a passageway leading to the underground.
Those people look much sloppy than old Baird. Most of them were shirtless, with a pair of ragged trousers underneath. When they saw someone passing by, they walked forward, sneaked out some small paper bags from their pockets, and whispered to sell them.
Maca went all the way, and those people rarely even looked at him at all—they had long remembered Maca’s appearance, and that was not the object of their "business".
through a downward sloping passage, greeted two muscular brawny guys standing at the exit casually, and then Maca stepped into the "Torpoint Underground Entertainment Center" where he was begging for life. .
Here, there are many acquaintances, but everyone will not take the initiative to contact each other-they all have their own things to do, it’s about pounds, no one has the time to talk nonsense.
and more, it is the "uncle" who comes here to spend money.
In this underground place, as soon as you enter the entrance, you can see that the area is divided into five areas.
At the forefront is a large table poker court where many people participate, such as dice, poker, etc., playing all kinds of tricks; and on the left is the place where the wine ladies greet the drinkers, with dim lights, The low tables and chairs and the table full of wine bottles are just a matter of thought.
How about on the right? On a large stage, feasting, enchanting, dreamy, and smoky, it brings a lot of sensory stimulation to everyone.
is a round bar in the middle. There are "masters" of wine tasting and life. Generally speaking, the customers there are bored people with a lot of pounds in their pockets.
The original place where Maca "worked" was that area, but today, he walked through the chaotic field, circling the bend at will, and wandered to the deepest part of the field.
The innermost area of is the area with the highest grade and the highest level of consumption. Generally speaking, little troublemakers will not come here-the fish here are fat, but they are also shrewd! If you want to make a profit here, you may not be able to do it with great effort. Few people like to run here.
However, Maca is a bit annoying lately, and he intends to spend a little bit of thought toss about it, and then rest for a while.
straightened the "work clothes" on her whole body, Maca ran small steps, and looked back from time to time, pretending to be shocked.
Being young has the advantage of being young. No matter who it is, the guard against a child will always be very low.
Of course, you always have to take risks when you do certain things.
"Ouch!"
As he passed behind a sofa, Maca staggered at his feet and plunged into the ground.
there was a "bang", and he slammed on the hard ground. A man on the front sofa turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at the back of the sofa suspiciously.
Maca got up on its own, however, red blood was dripping from his forehead.
"Child, what's the matter with you?" The man looked very energetic, with a tall lanky figure, decent clothes, and neatly painted blond hair. At first glance, he was a guy who had been living in the upper class.
"Oh-sir, I was caught here-I don't know-I escaped, but I think my mother will be worried -" Maca said incoherently with a face Panicked.
"Oh, this is really terrible—" The man looked at Maca up and down, only to find that his clothes were all handmade and the fabrics were quite extraordinary. He should be a child of a wealthy family.
At this time, Maca wiped something under his eyes while wiping off the blood from the bridge of his nose. Soon, a tear could not stop streaming down.
He swept behind the man with a vague look. Except for some men and women who were similar to this man, he soon discovered that a little girl who was not much older than him was shrinking in the corner of the sofa, looking uneasy. Hold him.
"Child, if you can trust me, then tell me..." The man smiled on his face, but Maca kept complaining in his heart-this guy should be the merchant leader Al from the West Bank. That’s great, I’m new to this line, and my level is a little bit better...
"...Come, sit down and talk, I will help you."
The man put his arm around Maca's shoulder and let him sit on the sofa, and the men's companions also came up to comfort Maca. A young lady even took out her handkerchief and wiped the blood from her forehead on Maca.
"Oh-thank you, madam!" Maca said with gratitude and trembling lips, "My house is in London. When the servant sent me to school, I was taken away by the bad guy-I do Need help, sir, my father can give you a lot of money..."
He trembles in a very authentic London accent, and from time to time he looks behind the sofa, as if he is afraid that the unnecessary "bad guy" will suddenly come out and catch him back.
Although his words have been intermittent all the time, the key information that should be revealed to them has been poured out without fail.
"It's okay, let me introduce myself first--" The man grinned and said with a gentle smile~IndoMTL.com~I am Alger, a businessman in the West Bank. If you can trust me, it's better to take it. On our ship, I can take you back to London. "
Maca knows very well that the caravan from the West Bank has just arrived from Margate and will definitely not go back in a short time. According to their previous route, they are pointing to the Cantabrian Sea west of France.
"Oh-thank you so much, Mr. Alger." Maca shivered excitedly, "I will let my father pay you accordingly! Definitely!"
He is like an aristocratic boy spoiled by his parents. Opening his mouth and closing his mouth is money. Although it is disgusting, he has a clear sense of reality.
sat on the sofa for a while, but Maca expressed his concerns to the man from time to time, saying that some bad guys would come to him after a while.
At this moment, a fat man with curly maroon hair and a luxurious dress walked over from the next table.
"Alger, here." The fat man beckoned to Alger.
"Mr. Vincent, what's the matter?" Alger asked the young lady to look after Maca while he walked towards the noble fat man.
"Where did this little boy come from?" The fat man said with a smile.
"Which colleague escaped from," Alger also smiled, "Why, Mr. Vincent, are you..."
"Look at that child with fine skin and tender meat. I have a distinguished guest over there who must be interested." The fat man smiled wryly, "It's also the pound in your hand, discount it!"
"Don't want to hear the identity of that kid?" Alger said meaningfully.
"Oh? Is there a source?" Fatty Vincent raised his eyebrows and said, "By the way, if it suits that distinguished customer's appetite, it is not impossible to increase the price..."