Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Torpoint’s night is always so dim, messy, yet fascinating.

At the deepest point of Temo Lane, the messy place of scrap iron, ship’s slabs and wooden fences hides the surprising underground World.

Those who have been sailing on the sea for a long time will always take all the time on the shore and let the pound, alcohol and women wash their own sea odor.

Between the crew members who spent most of the year in the sea, there has been a saying since ancient times: Don’t wait until your body is floating in the sea, and then regret that your gold is sinking in the seabed.

Marx walks in the deep and familiar alleys, and from time to time he will encounter some robots in groups of three or four, and they are all going deeper.

But before they reach their destination, everyone will not talk to each other – this is one of the unwritten rules of about one li.

When Marx came to a broken iron house transformed from a large sea freight container, he familiar walked to the door and pushed Sloppy Old Man, who was sitting on a tin bucket and sleeping.

“Bairde, wake up!”

The old man squinted and looked up and bored Marx with a bored look.

“Don’t push, when have you seen me fall asleep?” Old man said vaguely, picking up the dirty bottle in his hand and pouring a big mouth into his mouth.

As he drank, he spread his palms toward Marx and shook. “…What about today?”

Marx took a small scroll from his pocket and took the old man’s hand.

Old fogey habitually picked up the finger and touched it, then curl one’s lip: “The devil, even if you are an acquaintance, the price should be increased next time!”

He said, waving to Marx and signaling him to get closer.

“There are still a lot of fat here today, one is the merchant ship leader in the West Bank, called Alger; the other is the nobleman of Brest, France, what is Vinson or something…” old man said, in his mouth The wine was sprayed directly on Marx’s face, but he still had to continue listening. “Well, there are some folks in North Germany. Although the origins are not very clear, they can dress well.”

“Bairde, let’s focus…” See the old man still groaning, Marx couldn’t help but urge.

“Okay, you kid is always unable to bear the temper… The merchant ship leader brought a little girl, I am screaming like… you understand.” old man hehe a said with a smile, “the West Bank The caravans have also begun to take the road, and they are not guilty of the old fellows who sent their lives to pave the way for them.”

Marx was in a nodded position, touch the chin whispered: “This is a big deal…”

“Little devil, do you still want to do it alone? This is a big living person-“

“What about the big living people, the main thing is to see where it came from…” Marx pondered, and suddenly he snorted. “How do I feel that this thing is a little familiar?”

That Sloppy Old Man didn’t say anything.

Into the golden caves in the streets of Tymo, no whole night’s effort will be retired, and some of the guys can even use the money in their pockets.

There was a lot of time, and Marx waved at the old fogey, walking like a walk into the iron-roofed house.

At the back of the tin house, there is a place where the top, bottom, left, and right are blocked. There are a lot of people here, most of them are stuck in a passageway leading to the underground.

Those people seem to be a lot more jealous than the old Baier. Most of them were shirtless, and there was a pair of ragged trousers. When someone saw it, they swayed and went forward. They sneaked out some small paper bags from their pockets and whispered to people.

Marx went all the way, and those people didn’t even look at him at all—they had long remembered the appearance of Marx, and that wasn’t the object of their “business.”

Through a downwardly sloping passage, he and the robot man standing at the exit were arbitrarily greeted, and Marx stepped into the “Torpoint Underground Entertainment Center” where he lived.

There are a lot of acquaintances here, but everyone will not actively touch each other – they all have their own things to do, it’s about the pound, no one has the kung fu.

And more, it is the “grandfather” who comes here to spend money.

In this underground place, as soon as you enter the mouth, you can see that the piece is divided into five areas.

At the forefront, there are multi-player big tables, scorpions, poker, and the like, and all kinds of tricks are played. On the left is the place where the wine women greet the drinkers, dim lights, low lights. Tables and chairs and wine bottles at the table, drunk and not drunk only between the thoughts.

What about the right? On a large stage, there are feasts, enchanting dreams, and smog, bringing you a lot of sensory stimulation.

In the middle is a round bar, where you are the “master” of the tasting life. In general, the guests there are boring people with a lot of pounds in their pockets.

The place where Marx “worked” was the area, but today, he walked through the chaotic scenes, arbitrarily rounding the corner and strolling to the deepest part of the scene.

The area that is the innermost is the place with the highest grade and the highest level of consumption. Generally speaking, the little guys will not come here – the fish here are fat, but they are all smart! If you want to take advantage of it here, it will not be possible to make a lot of effort, and few people like to run here.

However, Marx has been a bit annoyed recently, and he plans to take a little bit of thought and then rest for a while.

After finishing the whole “work clothes”, Marx ran a small step, and from time to time looked back and put on a look of fright.

Young people have the advantage of being young, and no matter who they are, the wariness of a child will always drop very low.

Of course, if you do something, you always have to take some risks.

“Ouch!”

As he passed the back of a sofa, Marx’s foot slammed and he went down to the ground.

“Peng” rang aloud, and he was actually hitting the ground on a hard ground. A man on the front sofa snorted and looked back at the sofa in confusion.

Marx climbed up on his own, however, the red blood had fallen on his forehead.

“Child, what’s wrong with you?” The man looked very spirited. The thin and tall figure, the decent dress, and the blond hair were neatly tidy. One glimpse 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 would be worried -” Marx said incoherently, a face of lose one’s head out Of fear.

“Oh, this is really bad–” The man looked at Marx up and down, only to find that the clothes on his body seemed to be handmade, and the fabric was quite out of the ordinary. It should be a child of a rich family.

At this time, Marx wiped the blood on his nose and wiped something under his eyes. Soon, a tear could not stop flowing down.

He swept the man behind with a vague line of sight. In addition to some men and women who were similar to the man, he soon discovered that a little girl who was not much bigger than him was shrinking in the corner of the sofa and looked at him with uneasiness.

“Child, if you can trust me, then talk to me…” The man’s face showed a smile, but Marx couldn’t stop vomiting in his heart – this guy should be the merchant ship leader in the West Bank, Alger, at first In this line, the level is a bit…

“…come, sit down and talk about it, I will help you.”

The man glared at Marx’s shoulder and let him sit on the sofa, and the men’s companions also came together to comfort Marx. A young lady also took out her handcuffs and wiped Marx’s blood on her forehead.

“Oh – thank you, madam!” Marx gratefully, shuddering and said, “My family is in London. When the servant sent me to school, I was taken away by the bad guys. – I really need help, sir. , my father can give you a lot of money…”

He spoke in a very authentic London voice, and from time to time he looked back at the sofa, seemingly afraid that the “bad guy” who was unnecessarily ran out and took him back.

Although his words have been intermittent, the key information that they have revealed to them has been poured out without fail.

“Nothing, let me introduce myself first-” The man opened his mouth and smiled softly. “I am Alger, a businessman in the West Bank. If you believe me, it would be better to catch our boat. I Can take you back to London.”

But Marx knows very well that the caravans in the West Bank have just come from Margate, and they will definitely not go back in a short time. According to their previous routes, they are pointing to the Cantabrian Sea to the west of France.

“Oh–Thank you so much, Mr. Alger.” Marx shook with excitement. “I will let my father pay you the appropriate reward! Certainly!”

He is like a noble male child spoiled by his parents. Opening his mouth is money and money. Although he is disgusted, he has a clear sense of truth.

Sitting on the sofa for a while, Marx sometimes expressed his concern to the man, saying that there will be bad people who will find it later.

At this time, a fatty with a maroon curl and a luxurious dress came from the next table.

“Alger, here.” Fatty waved at Alger.

“Mr. Vincent, what’s wrong?” Alger let the young lady look after Marx, and he went to the nobles fatty.

“Where is this little male child?” Fatty hehe smiled.

“From which colleague to escape,” Alger also smiled. “Why, Mr. Vincent, you are…”

“The child soft skin and tender meat, I have a guest who is interested in it.” Fatty smiled indecently. “It can be regarded as the pound in your hand, and you can get a price!”

“Don’t want to hear the identity of the kid?” Alger is meaningful.

“Oh? Is there a history?” Fatty Vinson raised his eyebrows. “Speak to me, if you are liking with that guest, the fare increase is not impossible…”