13 Mingke Street

Chapter 57: Lasma

"Simon, is this the report you plan to submit to the District Management Office?""Yes, Lord Rasmar. This report has already been submitted to the district, but the management office has not taken any action. I also submitted it to the Order Whip, but there was no response after submission."Rasmar smiled as he flipped through the report in his hand and said, "So you took this opportunity to submit the report to me?""Yes, Lord Rasmar. Because I believe Judge Dis has the suspicion of abusing the Order Regulations. According to his post-submission report, it can be said that he did not even try to conceal it. It can be seen that he deliberately expanded the target and caused a great impact on the social order of Luo Jia City, and directly intervened in the mayoral election.""Four people died overnight, including a local tycoon, a journalist, a senator, and a mayoral candidate.""They all died together, and there was also a middle-level member of the Berry Church, of course, he deserved to die.""Did they conspire together?"

"Yes, based on the report submitted by Judge Dis and my own investigation, it has been confirmed that they did conspire together using the abilities of that middle-level member of the Berry Church.""Well, is there any other issue?""I believe that Judge Dis could have handled it more calmly and minimized the negative impact, but he chose not to.""Well, people have bad moods sometimes, I can understand.""But...""There's nothing to 'but' about. Even if you bring this report to me, it won't make a difference. Would you accuse someone of m*********r just because they accidentally stepped on a few ants while walking?""I don't think that's a fair comparison.""It's not a fair comparison, it's unfair to people. Just by walking normally, he is already maintaining order. He doesn't resist the order, he even knows to recite the 'Order Regulations' before doing anything and submits a report afterwards. That is enough to move the district or even the responsible people in the headquarters to tears.""I see...""Have you met Judge Dis?"

"Yes, I have been responsible for delivering documents to the surrounding areas on behalf of the management office of the district. I have met with Judge Dis several times and even received a replica of the Source of Evil copper coin from him.""What do you think of Judge Dis as a person? Let's put aside this report.""He is a very strict and serious judge. Apart from mishandling this report, Judge Dis's level of expertise and responsibility exceeds the average level of judges in other places that I know of.""Well, that's good to hear."Rasma handed the report back to Simon, the captain of the Order Whip standing in front of him."Lord Rasma, should this report be destroyed?""No need, you can keep it, just store it for now. These small mistakes, or even small oversights that can't even be considered mistakes, cannot bring down an elephant. But if one day the elephant does fall, we can use these to smear some dirt on its body.""Alright, I will leave now and attend to my duties.""Dismissed."Simon respectfully left the rooftop of the hotel building.

Keeping a short haircut and neatly trimmed stubble, Lasma, the high priest, stood here for a long time alone."Ah..."Lasma spread his hands and vigorously rubbed his face until it turned red."I have been trying my best to restrain myself, but I just can't, Dis.Every time I hear your name, I can't control my emotions.Especially when I come to the city where you are, this feeling haunts me in my heart."Lasma took out a small knife from his sleeve, with one end of the knife connected to a bead rope;Then,He walked down the building while swinging the bead rope.When he walked out of the lobby on the first floor, Lasma, who was previously dressed in solemn black attire, turned into an old man wearing a tattered leather jacket. With the swinging small dagger and a smirk on his face, he looked like a real old hooligan.

He strolled through the city, his pace not particularly fast, slower even than the ladies who were addicted to shopping but didn't buy anything.But his figure seemed to multiply quickly, appearing at the end of the street one moment and then at the front the next.He was taking a walk,He was clearing his mind;The distance that would normally cost 30 lu coins by taxi, he saved quickly.His rubber boots stepped into a puddle, splashing up dirty water.In front of him was Kuijing Street, the most famous flea market in Luo Jia City.The crowds here were dense and the people were diverse. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the liveliest place in all of Luo Jia City, yet it had nothing to do with prosperity.Lasma took a deep breath,Yes, this was it,

It's right here.He needs this kind of place, where he can recall his childhood, and where he can find inner peace.He walked up to a dim sum shop;There are many of these small storefront dim sum shops on Mine Street, with just one door, a low eave, and under the glass counter, there is usually only one plate of the cheapest egg cake;Some dim sum shops don't even bother to put out a plate, and just put out two or three, which are visibly moldy;They have never been sold, but they are too lazy to replace them, and a few egg cakes diligently play the role of the most steadfast old actors in the cabinet.Luo Jia City prohibits the s*x industry, or more accurately, the entire Rui Lan prohibits the s*x industry.But the prohibition is only on paper, and in terms of social atmosphere, Rui Lan, which has always been influenced by Wayne, still maintains a certain degree of openness, coupled with the clear and unmistakable market demand for this industry;As a result, a new presentation model has emerged in Rui Lan, such as... dim sum shops.From the small dim sum shops in the densely packed workshops on Mine Street, to the large, exquisitely decorated shops in the city, they all have a "food and beverage license" hanging outside.

The customer entered my store to buy some snacks. These snacks are infused with my "love" and the rich flavor of "craftsmanship", so they are more expensive than regular snacks. But it takes two to tango, right? After the customer bought the snacks, as a*****e clerk, I got to know them and we chatted for a while. Our feelings quickly escalated and we confirmed our relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. Then, we couldn't help but want to do what couples do. After it happened, our feelings quickly fell apart and we broke up. But love is hard to completely cut off, and being connected even after breaking up is the true norm. So when my ex appeared at my store again, as long as they buy another snack, our feelings will immediately reignite. One of the greatest poets in history, Dallot, wrote in a poem he created in his middle age: "My youth has long been entrusted to the snack shop in my hometown. I know very well that even when I am old, I can still come back here and relive the memories of my lost youth." Rasmar arrived at the entrance of a small snack shop, and the plate of egg cakes on the counter was still fresh. A woman was sitting on a small stool knitting a sweater, and when she saw Rasmar standing at the door, she put down her needles, stood up, and opened her coat to show off her figure.

Rasma took a look, smiled, and took out five 100 rupee notes, placing them on the counter.The woman frowned slightly, "Is it for the whole day?"Rasma sighed and said, "Is it that expensive?"The woman shook her head, "You misunderstood, you don't need that much. I have to go home and help my children with their homework tonight.""Just for this afternoon.""Okay, come in. But take a few notes back with you, it's too much with the tip.""No need."Rasma pulled out a plate of egg cakes from the cabinet, there were exactly five of them. He took one and took a bite, then walked in.The woman skillfully lowered the door panel.It was very dark inside, but the woman turned on the light and it became bright.

A bit crude, with only a bed, a worn-out sofa, and a squat toilet with a broken spray head attached to a water pipe.Lasma lay down on the bed, and the woman sat down beside him, reaching out to massage his legs and asked:"Have you been drinking?"Lasma shook his head.The woman was relieved.But just as the woman was about to make her next move, she froze. She saw the man in front of her place a small knife in front of him, and a strange scene unfolded. The bead rope above the knife was clearly not hanging on anything, yet it seemed to be fixed in place;The man extended his finger and tapped the knife, causing it to sway back and forth under the movement of the bead rope.The woman exclaimed in surprise, "Are you a magician?"Lasma nodded, then pointed to the side:"I'll lie down for a while, you stand, don't do anything, when the time comes, I'll leave."

"Can I?" the woman asked with confusion."Um."Receiving a positive answer, the woman stood up and took back her needle and thread. She stood against the wall and continued knitting the sweater.She had seen many strange guests before, but this one was not the strangest.Lasma, lying on the bed, watched the dagger swinging in front of him. He was trying to calm his emotions and bring order to his heart, to reduce the unnecessary fluctuations caused by the person he met in Ruo Jia.It was like trimming a beard, he was used to being meticulous and well-groomed.And this knife was like a razor for his heart.Lasma's gaze in front of him gradually turned from color to black and white.As he watched the swaying of the blade,He heard the rhythmic sound of the bed next door creaking, the heavy panting, the genuine or fake flattery, and the insincere praise.

His nose caught many pungent smells - ointment, dirt, disinfectant, coldness, saltiness...Gradually,His senses began to expand;He heard the cries of the street, heard a few men discussing the figures of someone's wife, heard a few women chatting about the length of someone's husband;He heard the voices of the flea market antique vendors, even their inner evaluations of the customer in front of them:Oh, he's an expert.Ha, a fat sheep.His nose caught the dampness of the street, the decaying smell of an elderly person in the house, the fragrance of cheap soap;His "vision", after showing a dull gray, his other senses suddenly became very rich, he was like a spider, rapidly expanding his web of perception.He was searching, searching for the childhood self in his memories, sitting on the street full of puddles, staring blankly at the passing pedestrians.

At that time, he was a stranger to this world, full of doubts, but at the same time, he was also objective.Every once in a while, he would choose to reorganize his "perspective" in this way, as a way to purify his faith.He repeatedly called upon his childhood self, borrowing his "gaze" to examine the world over and over again.At this moment,His vision also began to expand.He saw black and white figures, living and working here, their paths following a certain order.Although thefts were frequent here, and there were even gang fights, the security was not as good as in the city, but even so, there was still order here.People gathered here, believing in a certain order they needed, and then arranging their lives on the grid of that order;They were walking, but at the same time, they were also jumping on the grid.The same goes for thieves and victims of theft, they just jumped into the grid they should be in at this moment.

"Hey, it'll cost you 3 lu coins to fix these shoes. Don't worry, for 3 lu coins, I can definitely make them look like new. If you add 2 more lu coins, I'll even add a new layer of leather to the soles for you."A voice suddenly entered Lasma's ears, giving him a slightly different feeling. His gaze immediately shifted to the street corner, where a man with one leg was sitting behind a stall, bargaining with customers who came to get their shoes fixed."Ask around, who on this street doesn't know about my skills in shoe repair? I'm Lame Rot!"Lasma was lying on a bed in a dim sum shop, but his figure appeared in front of Rot. However, Rot couldn't see him, and the passersby walked straight through "Lasma" without any obstruction.The grayish-white color on Rot's body was lighter than others, and even had a hint of color. Although these colors were gradually fading and would soon become the same as the people around him, Lasma still reached out and grabbed onto the "colors" on Rot's body.In the next moment,

The real Rote was still there discussing the price of repairing shoes, but in front of "Lasma", he saw a pale-faced Rote speaking...."Okay, okay, don't worry, you can come and pick up the shoes tomorrow."Rote closed the deal.At that moment, he saw his wife helping his mother walk over, and he immediately asked:"What did the doctor say?"His wife replied, "The doctor said it was just a stomachache and prescribed some anti-diarrheal medicine."

Rot immediately blamed his mother:"You're old, your stomach is not good, you can't eat those foods, you can't eat them again next time."The old mother retorted, "If I eat more, you can eat less. Your health is truly precious. I told you, it's not a big deal. Going to the clinic and getting medicine costs money.""Well, isn't making money for this? Dear, take mom back to rest and make her a cup of milk tea.""Okay.""Lasma" looked at his wife, who also had colors on her body. He gently reached out and "pulled out" and saw a face that should have been broken.The old grandmother also had colors on her body. He reached out and pulled out the same, and the kind old grandmother now showed a fierce expression with her tongue sticking out...."She should have fallen face down and died.""Hmm?"

"It should have been a hanging death."The woman immediately said, "Are you talking about the 'Xisi' family who died last time? Oh my god, that was really big news. They were originally a good family, but the husband committed suicide by taking poison, his mother hanged herself, and his wife jumped off the building with their daughter to commit suicide. The whole family, all died in one night.Many reporters came to report on this matter, and it caused a great demonstration in the East District."..."Dad."A lovely girl ran up to Lotte.Lotte took out a 5 lira note from his pocket, which he had just received from the previous guest, and handed it to Sarah."Father, I don't need money. I was invited by Mina and Karen to go on a picnic together.""Take it, buy some candy for Mina and them to eat. You can't spend no money at all, otherwise you can't become friends.""Okay, father."

Sara took the money and walked up to her father, kissing him on the forehead."Go play, we've already been delayed because of your grandmother's visit to the clinic. Don't worry, she's fine.""Okay, father."Rasma noticed that the girl still had some remnants of makeup on her face, so she reached out and wiped it off, revealing a disfigured face.Then, the girl ran up to a handsome young man and warmly called out:"Brother Karen."Roth stood up and said to the young man:"Sorry for delaying your time because of her grandmother's situation.""The elderly's health is the most important, it's no problem. It's not a delay."

"Thank you for taking Sarah out to play. As you know, her mother and I are busy with work and don't have much time. ""Yes, but business has its busy and slow seasons. Unfortunately, my family is currently in a slow season.""Oh, that's not good. It's better during the busy season.""Rasma's gaze fell on the young man speaking. He was very handsome, even in the black and white background, his delicate features stood out and gave off a sense of being out of place with those around him. However, Rasma wasn't interested in these things. After confirming that there was nothing unusual about this young man other than his good looks, he looked away and let go of this "ordinary" young man."

At the same time, Rasmar, lying on the bed in the snack shop, sat up and reached out to grab the dagger in his hand."That girl, she also died from falling.""Yes, didn't I just say it? Their whole family died, a man, an old mother, a wife with their only daughter, all committed suicide overnight. Ah, what a pitiful family."As Rasmar listened to the woman's words, he looked at the small knife in his hand and said, "Originally, it shouldn't have been their family."———I've been updating too much lately and my body and sleep schedule are a bit exhausted. There won't be a second update today, I need to take a break.

"Hold on tight, everyone!"