A Weird Theater That Started In London

"Sir, touch it with your hand."

On the corner of the street, where the street lights couldn't shine, a scrawny man stood in front of Lu Li. He said while removing his tattered clothes.

"See? I'm a good fit for an anatomist. Every bone is distinct."

"Sir, I am getting thinner and thinner. Because of the lack of nutritious food, I am getting thinner and thinner! You can feel my ribs and you will know."

The man in front of him became more and more excited.

As a last resort, Lu Li put his hand under his shirt and touched it lightly. As the man said, the touch is no different from touching a washboard.

This scene happened because after Lu Li left for the nearby police station to hand in the assignment, he met this man on the side of the road. He called himself Jack, the name of a bad street.

Jack is a coachman. He uses his feet to send guests to where they want to go, rather than animal power. In fact, he is destined to not be able to raise livestock.

Out of good intentions, Lu Li reminded the man that the world is not stable recently, and it is best not to travel late at night and in dense fog.

Then, I began to complain about convenience, talking about how difficult life is, I can't eat if I don't work for one day, and the rent will expire in two days.

On the one hand, it is starved to death, and on the other hand, it is swallowed by strangeness. Anyway, it is death, so choose the most unfamiliar way to die.

After all, Jack knew how hard it was to be hungry, and he didn't want to starve and wait for death to come.

"I'll treat you to dinner."

Lu Li sighed and planned to spend 20 minutes with the poor man in front of him. He knew very well how terrifying obsession and resentment can be—

The reason why Miss Meacham and the cafe she runs are so magical is probably that they draw strength from obsession.

Jack happily accepted the invitation.

People must first ensure that they are alive, so that they are qualified to talk about dignity.

"Sir, in fact, I also enjoyed seven years and four months." Jack was walking on the road, while Lu Li helped pull the car. A passer-by waved to the car and signaled to get in the car, but he shook his head and refused.

At this moment, he indulges in the memories of his old life, but not good.

"At that time, I had a good wife and three beautiful little girls, but they all died. The girls contracted scarlet fever. Even if I drained their savings, it didn't help, and they left within two weeks."

While Lu Li listened, he walked to the restaurant. There were still some businessmen who were hungry for money. Soon, the two brought a fly restaurant.

German sausage sandwich: 4p.

Half a pound of cold meat: 7p.

Brisket for two: 5p.

Leftovers: 1 penny.

...

There was a row of alloy utensils on the long window panel, like a small bathtub, followed by the dripping oil from the hot roasted elbow, and there were several pots of boiled beef next to it, which were nailed into a string with metal.

Seeing the driver gulping at the roasted elbow, Lu Li ordered one for him.

When the guy was done eating, he followed the smell to Wensley to find out what connection he had with the younger version in the cafe.

If the Wensley, who he knew well, was not affected much and could return to normal after a sleep, then the two of them would go.

If his condition worsens, or even disappears, he can only find a way to save people and bring everything back to the right track. As for how to develop next, it is up to the person concerned.

With something hidden in his heart, Lu Li inevitably lost his mind. Opposite him, Jack was still chattering, and no one had spoken to him for a long time.

Tonight, it is really good luck to meet a good-hearted person.

Jack thought to himself.

So, he changed to a more pleasant topic, talking about all kinds of food, and what good dishes his wife would cook in the past.

Lu Centrifugal listened absently, and secretly said in his heart: Without a wife, without a child, his own condition is very poor, whether it is physical or economic, it is all worrying.

Frankly speaking, when the spiritual tide recovers, every poor person is like a ticking time bomb that will explode at any time. The most terrifying thing is that there are too many poor people to count, and the number far exceeds the middle-class and rich people living in the West End.

Where can it be rescued?

Unless you organize manpower and launch a violent action that only targets the upper levels, the redistribution of social resources can be accomplished in the simplest and crudest way.

"I haven't eaten anything for three days."

After nibbling on the big elbow, the driver leaned back on the chair. He hadn't eaten so much for a long time. He picked his teeth with a bamboo stick, feeling inexplicable, "At that time, my wife and daughter had just died, and the family had no savings, neither did I. Mind work, only a little orange peel in the stomach."

"But you're full now, don't think about the sad past, and look forward."

At this moment, Lu Li had a headache. His original intention was to let the coachman have a full meal and give him another sum of money to make him feel better.

As a result, things backfired.

Jack was full, and his almost exhausted stamina was filled, and then he began to recall the sad past, as if he was reminiscing about bitterness and sweetness.

Because of this, he ignored the gentleman who gave him a meal, and continued to ramble on, wanting to tell all his thoughts:

"For three days, I only ate an orange peel, and cried in a cheap rental house during the day until I fell into a coma."

"When I wake up, driven by my delicious nature, I wander the streets, like scavengers, looking for anything on the ground that I can swallow."

"In that case, I was so desperate that I decided to go all out." With Lu Li, who was well-dressed, Jack successfully got half a bottle of gin, he drank it, and soon became drunk.

"Sir, you should be able to say what I mean, just want to do a big case, but at dawn, I'm back to normal, my weak body is hungry and cold, and I can't even kill a mouse."

After being treated so unfairly, normal people will think of revenge for everything.

There can be no exceptions!

So, this is what Lu Li always worried about. Jack had planned to do a big case, but he couldn't even kill a mouse because of starvation, so he couldn't do it.

And Lingchao has given all the opportunities, as long as there are evil thoughts and obsessions in your heart, you can have unimaginable and unheard of power.

"You are no longer weak, as long as you have an idea in your heart, you can realize it..."

Lu Li became serious and asked in a deep voice:

"What will be done?"

Drinking fast wine is easy to get drunk, not to mention, people who haven't touched the truth for a long time.

Without any hesitation, Jack said with a big tongue: "Of course it's a big case to get back everything that others owe me."

In an instant, Lu Li had the urge to strike first, to eliminate the potential danger before it caused a tragedy!

After a little thought, he gave up.

Although hooking your fingers can put an end to a life, it does not conform to your own philosophy. Once you do this, how is it different from an executioner?