Book of Gods and Demons

Everyone should have a name.

But “Black Mouse” doesn’t think so. He thinks it would be great to have an impressive nickname.

Like him, a small town who lives in a gray area between black and white…

Is the name and so on useful?

The nickname is different, “Black Rat”, which is not very prestigious, but can represent his strong survivability and cautious style-precisely because of the cautiousness he has cultivated since childhood, Black Rat From a Hooligan at the bottom to a leader of Hooligan at the bottom!

Last night when the army entered the city, the city foxes and rats in Ruhr felt the atmosphere of killing. The real big crocodile-level bosses are all deep and simple, hiding in the nest, trembling with fear Inquire about the news.

Black Mouse and his few friends can’t help it… Hooligan at the bottom like them has always had no overnight food at home, and they have to be hungry if they don’t go to the streets to ask for a living.

Hungry belly is not a wonderful enjoyment.

So even knowing that today’s Ruhr city is very tight and there is a great risk of going out, Black Mouse still took a few friends out.

Sneaking all the way, hiding the head and shrink the tail in the crowd, walking trembling with fear through the street corners where the army is stationed. Near the Tomahawk restaurant, the black rat was surprised to find The most ideal goal!

An old lady who sells homemade bread!

In the crowd, the black rat looked at the old lady vigilantly and cautiously for 3 minutes.

It’s no more than five feet tall, with nothing dry on his body, wrinkled skin, muddy eyes, and it doesn’t look good in nutrition. It looks like he might die at any time in the lingering years.

The clothes on the body, the long skirt made of burlap is very old-fashioned. Although it is very clean, there are patches everywhere.

“Poor old woman in the countryside…” The black mouse made a judgment, then walked out of the crowd and led the little friends around the old lady and her four-wheeled trolley. Uncovered the coarse cloth covering the trolley.

On the trolley, neat and tidy lay several layers of square bran black bread. The dark brown bread also carries the heat from the oven, exuding a natural and rich wheat fragrance.

Looking at these brown breads, I also wrestled on the street last night and exercised excessively. At this moment, the black mouse, who was already hungry and green-eyed, and a few friends suddenly lit up.

The black mouse unceremoniously grabbed a piece of black bread, stuffed it into his mouth with an’um’, fiercely tore a large piece down, and then chewed.

The unique aroma of fresh hot bread fills the mouth, overwhelming the bad breath brought by the black rat half a month without brushing its teeth.

Black Mouse widened his eyes and looked at the bewildered old lady in amazement: “Well, your bread is really good… Tee, its real, it tastes really good… inside, Put… put… cane sugar?”

The old lady lowered her head and said tremblingly, “A little bit, add a little bit of cane sugar… so that it tastes better and sells better Price…”

The black mouse rolled his eyes, swallowed a pound of brown bread in his hands in two or three mouthfuls, and then burped comfortably. Several of Black Mouse’s little friends didn’t know what politeness was. When Black Mouse started, they all picked up a piece of bread and ate it.

In the corner of the trolley, there were a dozen fist sized clay pots. The black rat grabbed a pot, pulled out the wooden stopper of the pot, and leaned his nose close and sniffed vigorously.

“Ah, butter…good fresh butter!” The black mouse looked at the old lady in surprise: “The kind Muteste is on…Don’t you think this is too extravagant?”

Black bread with cane sugar and fresh butter…Well, in the Durham Empire, this is a good thing that can only be enjoyed by wealthy farmers or well-run businessmen.

Such good goods should not appear in the hands of vendors selling along the street!

Like the old lady, the hawkers who came out to earn a few change with home-baked bread are like a feather in the streets of big cities. But the brown bread they sell is the lowest kind, with more bran than flour, and the kind that can be used as bricks to hit people.

The bread sold by the old lady, the bran only accounts for a small part, and the sucrose is added frantically!

And fresh butter! Butter used to spread bread!

Damn… the black rat has forgotten when he last ate butter… As a bottom Hooligan leader, fresh butter this thing, for him, the price is still too bitter some.

The old lady lifts the head, and she looked at the black mouse very seriously: “So, the price of my bread and butter will be higher than others…”

“Oh, no!” The black mouse stretched out his black fingers, dug a large piece of butter in the jar, then stuffed it into his mouth, and licked his fingers hard, sucking the black fingers dry. Clean, revealing pale-yellow skin…

‘Gudong’ swallows a mouthful of fragrant butter into its stomach. The black rat can feel its long-dried intestines because of the intense lubrication of butter He squirmed, and his stomach made a huge noise of’gu lu lu’.

Sighed satisfied, the black mouse looked at the old lady seriously, said solemnly: “Old Guy, I have to say that you are not doing this right… Ruhr City has rules, since You are also selling brown bread, so you should pay the same price as other people!”

The black rat took out a few dirty, even a little green fountain Su from his pocket. ‘Hua La’ was thrown into the tinplate money pot hanging on the handlebar of the four-wheel cart.

“Well, everyones black bread is a pound for a fountain…Then, your bread should also be at this price…all black bread, whats the difference? Your price, cant The price is too high!”

“Then, since you sell bread, then, these butter, as it should be by rights, should be a gift!”

Black rat laughed Looking at the stunned old lady: “For example, if I go to a sausage shop to buy ten pounds of good pork blood sausage, then the Boss will usually give away a piece of sauerkraut… This is the same reason!”

The black rat untied a dirty coarse cloth pocket from his belt, quickly grabbed the bread on the four-wheeled trolley and stuffed it into the pocket. The fountain Su that he threw to the old lady was about seven or eight, but he stuffed more than two dozen brown breads in his pocket, and even put five cans of fresh butter, which is much more expensive than brown bread, into his pocket.

“Ah, ah…” The old lady grabbed Black Mouse’s hand a little anxiously.

The black mouse pushed her hand gently, and the old lady was unsteady, staggering back a few steps, almost not falling to the ground.

Black Mouse looked at the old lady seriously, and said solemnly in a threatening voice: “Hey, Old Guy, do you still want to do business in Ruhr City?”

“Last night, the Honorable Carben Jon Bucher was kidnapped. We brothers, but we were busy all night with the respected police officers… We also did a great job for the peace and tranquility of Ruhr City. Whats your contribution!”

“So, you should give us a little reward. This is a matter of course.”

“You, if you still want to do business in Ruhr City If you do, you have to remember-the price should be fair, and you can’t increase the price arbitrarily… If we give the money, you should give us enough goods!”

“It depends on your age. Come on, I will spare you today, otherwise…”

The black mouse quickly glanced at all around, and was about to slip away with a cloth bag.

Joe slapped his belly comfortably, and walked out of the Tomahawk restaurant slowly, holding a cigar in his mouth, standing in front of the restaurant looking at the streetscape.

Fate and drink, enjoy a cigar, and then return to the Daisy Hotel to sleep comfortably on the large and soft special bed… In the world, there is more than this Is it a comfortable life?

As soon as he vomited two smoke rings, Joe saw the old lady who was surrounded by black rats and a few chicks diagonally across the street, more than 300 feet away from him.

After last nights chaos, the scarlet baleful qi that rose up everywhere in the Ruhr city continued to infuse Joes body, and Joes bodily functions were once again improved a lot.’sharp ears and keen eyes’ are not enough to describe Joe. The ability you have today.

All around are pedestrians, footsteps, loud noises, chaotic complaints, all kinds of sounds hit, but in the sound, Joe accurately captured the conversation between the black mouse and the old lady.

Joe’s face darkened.

He stretched out his hand on his waist and touched it. It hung on his belt, and pulled out a four-foot-long lengthened and heavier lead-filled copper baton, which is about the size of an ordinary persons arm, and gloomy face. Spitting smoke, strode across the street.

“Hey, bastard!” Trifling a distance of more than three hundred feet, Joe rushed behind Black Mouse in two or three steps, and a truncheon hit his left shoulder heavily.

With the terrifying cracking sound, the black mouses left shoulder collapsed, the broken bones pierced the muscles, blood spurted out, and the blood immediately stained the black mouses broken body. Clothes.

The black mouse made a scream of exhaustion. He fell to the ground, his right hand holding his left shoulder, his body twitching frantically.

In the final analysis, he is just a small boss at the bottom of Ruhr City. How can he stand Joe’s baton? Even if Joe had tried his best to reduce his strength, this blow directly killed the Black Rat.

The little guys of the black mouse wanted to escape, but Ya and Skins came up with a large group of family guards and circled the little guys in the middle.

Joe looked down at the bloody black rat, gritted his teeth and said word by word: “When Tifa just became a trainee judge, you told me that you damn city rascals are better than those who really The thieves and bandits are even more hateful!”

“Those bandits and bandits, they only harm a small number of rich people… But you make life extremely difficult for those who are already pitiful The people of you cant survive at all!”

“Do you know why your colleagues in Tulum Harbor, after you became a trainee judge at Tifa, dont dare to bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled? Because Those who dared to commit crimes were all sentenced to exile by Tifa, and they were all thrown to the icy island to the north for mining!”

Joe curl one’s lip, gritted his teeth and said: “I don’t bother to send you. Go mining…you guys are better…dead!” Joe glanced at Billy who was running gasping for breath and blew a whistle.

Billy looked at the black mouse lying on the ground crying, suddenly pulled out a pencil sharpener, and gently stroked his fleshy cheeks, a stream of blood ran down suddenly.

Billy also lay on the ground, crying and yelling: “Assault the police… come, help… Assault the police!”

The old lady stood On the side, the eyeballs almost jumped out of their sockets.

Qiao picked up the baton,’ka ka’ twice, and directly broke the black rat’s leg.