Chapter 49 Path (3)

"You mean, yesterday in the cafe, I saw Zhou Ye and a guy with unstable talent almost fighting?"

"Yes, the recording is here, you can listen to it." The noble attendant knelt down on both knees and respectfully held the recorder to him.

Dimula followed his hand and turned on the recorder. A noisy recording sounded in the room.

Most of the content at the beginning was covered by the idle chatter in the cafe. Soon the background sound turned to the roadside. Dimula gradually became interested and listened attentively.

When he heard the young man say that Zhou also hated the nobles, he sneered: "How can he hate the nobles? He is very close to Siming."

At this time, the recording played "He hopes to establish a society without hierarchy..."

He could no longer sit still, and hurriedly took the recorder from the servant who had been kneeling, and took a rickshaw to the association.

The journey was not long, and he did not ask anyone to help. He pushed open the door on the second floor marked "Assisting the President".

A scream suddenly rang out inside, and a naked-breasted woman suddenly covered herself with the coat draped over her shoulders, shrinking her head and feet and turning her back.

The woman was lying limply on the huge sofa chair with her back to the door. It was a rainy day with no sunlight. The gloomy white tile lamp shone on her head, and the shadow of the sofa was stretched very long, extending from the foot of the chair to Dimula's feet.

"I... didn't disturb you." Dimula stood awkwardly at the door, in a dilemma for a while.

The woman opposite did not respond, and did not even move. In the small room, only the breathing of Dimula and the naked woman could be heard.

No one moved rashly, and Dimula's hand began to wander awkwardly on the door.

Wow! Wow!

A loud cry pierced the heavy silence, and the sound came from the naked woman's arms.

The woman stood up suddenly as if awakened by the crying, and grabbed the crying child from her arms. She hugged him tightly, and whispered comfort as if she didn't see anyone.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Her face finally came out of the darkness, and Dimora could see the woman's face clearly. She was ten or a hundred times older than yesterday, and she had turned from a middle-aged woman into a dying, decayed old man.

Only her face was like this, her arms and thighs still maintained the tightness of a young person.

"My lord." Dimora was distracted, and had no idea how to deal with the scene in front of him.

"What's wrong?" The woman, who had been concentrating on the child, suddenly raised her head, staring at him with a pair of cold eyes.

"I have a recording about Zhou Ye here." Dimora's back trembled in fear. He couldn't retreat, so he stepped forward and respectfully handed over the recorder in his hand.

The naked woman who had been standing next to him was still trembling, covering her body.

The child in the woman's arms started babbling again, and stretched out her frozen blue-purple hands to the naked woman. The woman touched the child's head lovingly and put her in her arms again.

The child still closed her eyes, as if she was unaware of the outside world.

As soon as he leaned against the woman's chest, he immediately bit and sucked like some kind of little beast. The woman was obviously in pain, but she suppressed her fear and did not escape.

She held her head high, not daring to let go of the child in her arms, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Good little baby, bite gently, bite gently, it hurts mom."

Perhaps this was the words she used to coax her own children before, but this time the one in her arms was no longer her own flesh and blood, but a monster with a purple body and sharp teeth, which became more forceful when hearing her words.

Blood slid down her protruding ribs onto her clothes, which made Dimula, who had always been selfish, shudder.

He raised his feet and sat opposite the woman, actually wanting to avoid the infiltration scene just now. As soon as he sat down, Dimula motioned to the naked woman to get out.

The woman glared at Dimula and asked the naked woman to squat down. While the blue and purple child was eating, she listened to the recording and stroked the child's head affectionately.

"Just by listening to this recording, I know that Zhou Ye is not on the right track and cannot stay in the association for long. Moreover, what reason does he have to target the nobles? I think he has already understood that matter."

"That matter?" Dimula was stunned, and then realized that this was probably not something he could understand, and quickly shut up.

"The association sent me here for that matter." The woman sneered, "Do you want to know?"

"No, no."

It happened that the child had already opened his mouth at this time, and blood flowed from his lips that had not yet closed, but it was not his blood, but the woman's blood.

Looking at the naked woman again, she was already pale and almost unsteady.

"Go away." The woman took the child from her arms and held him in her arms affectionately, not looking at the woman who had been used.

In a panic, the woman did not have time to button up her clothes, and only pulled up her clothes on both sides. Blood stained her clothes and pants, but she seemed to be unaware, nodding her head and backing away.

"The most important thing for us right now is to contact this so-called Ronnie."

"He should be the work of another association. Haha, unlike our mutual aid association, their protection foundation likes to use some shady means the most."

"That side has always been rich and powerful. The pharmaceutical, mining, construction, land and other industries are all managed by them. It's not surprising that they can do such a thing." Dimula nodded, took out his mobile phone and began to look through the list.

"No need to contact them. I think we can start with Zhou Ye. Ronnie will definitely show up again. You should arrange more people around Zhou Ye."

"If they find out, just say it's your duty to protect the president."

"Well, this..." The wrinkles on Dimula's forehead deepened one by one. Didn't he want to? He was afraid that the disaster gods around Zhou Ye would kill him. If he

fell into the hands of those people, he could even imagine how many ways he would die.

Bang! Just when he was in trouble, the woman slammed the table and stood up. "Are you afraid of death?"

"I can solve your problem today."

Dimula didn't dare to look at the woman directly, and gave in again. He understood the principle of living a life of misfortune, so he lowered his head and responded.

He looked down with hatred, but found that the blue-purple baby in the woman's arms had opened his eyes and was looking at him.

When their eyes met, the baby, whose blood was still on his side, looked at him and opened his mouth straight, pretending to suck milk, and the blood that was not drunk up mixed with milk flowed from his mouth.

Dimula was disgusted and nauseous but dared not say a word. He could only pinch his palm tightly, smiled awkwardly and turned away.

With more hurried steps than when he came, Dimula stepped into the rickshaw driver's carriage.

While waiting to set off, he saw the woman with blood on her body squatting at the door, counting the point cards in her palm one by one. It was a

cool day today. Passers-by were wearing short coats and jackets. Most of the nobles walking here were even wearing long and gorgeous clothes, which were layered and lewd.

The women only had a thin shirt, which was half open at this time. The men on the street, whether they were nobles or servants serving the nobles, would glance over here from time to time.

He sighed and didn't want to look any more, and wanted to tear down the carport.

The curtain was stuck at the edge and couldn't be pulled down. After

struggling for a long time, he had no choice but to let the driver stop first, stepped out of the car and walked to the woman. The woman's first reaction was to hold the money in her hand tightly, and then raised her head.

When she found that it was Dimulan, she was obviously relieved and timidly said two words: "Sir."

"This money is a reward for you, take it." Dimulan took out two small-denomination point cards from his pocket and threw them at her feet.

"No need." The woman shook her head and covered the only money in her hand.

"Take it, this is not even enough for a meal for me." Dimulan didn't smile at all, and was full of disgust for her, and urged her.

"Okay, thank you, thank you." Hearing his words, the woman opened her eyes wide, looked around at the crowd, covered her ragged clothes and ran away.

She avoided the various prying eyes along the way and walked to a basement.

After unlocking the door, there was a wooden box inside. She took out a fairly neat leather coat from it, changed her shoes into a pair of exquisite high heels, wiped her face with a towel and turned away.

Leaving the cramped and dark basement, she soon arrived at the gate of a small school that looked very clean and orderly.

The school gate used facial recognition, and she showed an especially happy smile in the shooting area of ​​the camera.

With a beep, the school gate opened, and her identity was identified as a parent. Even though her steps were a little unsteady, she still forced herself to move forward.

Louisa sat in the first row of the classroom, surrounded by children from noble families with ID cards. She was the center of the children's gathering. Now she was surrounded by seven or eight children and could hardly cope with them.

"Louisa! Ignore them." A little blonde girl shouted at the school gate.

She was wrapped in gorgeous clothes from head to toe. What was exposed under her sleeves was not her skin but more expensive fabrics. She looked like she was spoiled in her thoughts and life.

Even if the people around her looked at her sideways with displeasure, she didn't care. She just used her hands to push away a few children closest to Louisa and sat next to her.

"Belle," Louisa saw her coming, her tense face relaxed, "You're finally here."

"Of course! I'll be your deskmate even if I get beaten and scolded. You're my hero, saving me twice, otherwise I wouldn't have waited for Master Tan Yue to come." She smiled cheerfully, and the sense of distance brought by her clothes was weakened a little.

"By the way, tell me more about Master Tan Yue's daily life." Belle leaned close to Louisa affectionately, but after just one sentence, the topic turned back to the resurrected witch she had been thinking about.

"Alas." Louisa sighed in distress, but she also told her with great interest. Only

when the two of them started chatting could others interject a few words: "Luisa, you are not familiar with your classmates in the class, right? Let me introduce them to you."

"Your introduction? Louisa, let me tell you!"

The group of people started chattering again, except for a little boy who was sitting alone in the corner. Louisa was a little impatient because of their noise, and pointed at the little boy and said, "I know all of you. Who is he?"

"Ah? Him," the originally excited children looked at each other for a moment, and some of them looked out the window. In short, they did not answer Louisa's question.

Just then, a woman in a fur coat and high heels walked past the window. The child shouted, "That's his mother! The debt collector mother is here to school!"

"Bran, your mother is here to ask the principal again. How many semesters have you not paid your tuition?"

"What?" Louisa was confused. The others had already started laughing like crazy. Belle noticed that Louisa was not laughing, so she held her hand tightly under the table.

"Are you unhappy?"

"Why are you laughing at him?" Louisa's eyes were clear, and she held her hand instead.

"Because..." The little girl tilted her head and thought, "His family is very poor and hasn't paid the tuition for a long time."

"Yes, Louisa, his mother also called him a debt collector. We don't want to bully him." Standing by, the first child who laughed out loud looked serious.

"Is that so?" Louisa, who was originally prepared to ask them not to do so, felt confused and an unspeakable emotion came up.

She didn't ask any more questions, hoping to finish school as soon as possible so that she could ask Zhou Ye why he felt this way.

Belle saw it, she looked around, held Louisa's hand tightly, and stood up with determination.

In the surprised eyes of all the children, she shouted: "I declare that I will not call Bran the debt collector anymore!"

"You too, no one is allowed to." Her face was red with shame, and her voice became smaller and smaller as she spoke. She sat down next to Louisa, her heart pounding.

"What? If you don't want to call me, then don't call me. Why are you making such a loud noise?" The other children complained a few words, but did not react much, and continued to talk about their own topics.

"Now, you must promise to bring me something used by Master Tsang-yue!" Belle's face was red and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"What?"

"Don't be naughty, you must bring it to me."

"Okay." I don't know what happened. Although she promised to do something troublesome, Louisa suddenly felt her mood brightened.

Until school was over, Louisa and Belle stayed together. They talked about everything without much effort. More than once, Belle pestered Louisa to play the most childish games and then made fun of her clumsiness.

It seemed that she would enjoy the highest honor if she beat Louisa in these games.

"Remember to bring it to me!" Belle's hand was already on the side of the carriage, and the elegantly dressed lady in the carriage urged her repeatedly.

"Okay!" Louisa shouted to the carriage going away.

Aixina strolled along the street with Louisa, who was going to school the next day. The school was very close to the small western-style building, so there was no need to take a car.

The air was humid, and it seemed that one could smell the scent of rain with every breath. More rain clouds gathered in the sky, which was already covered with dark clouds. The sky was getting darker and darker. After the first thunder, the rain poured down.

Just as they were about to get soaked, Aixina felt a certain energy coming along the arm connected to Louisa. She did not resist. The rain was getting heavier, but the two of them felt dry and refreshed, as if they were insulated from the rain.

Even though the nobles on the road had servants holding umbrellas, their heavy and luxurious clothes were still soaked with rain, and they moved as clumsily as an elephant with one leg.

Louisa burst into laughter, and the two of them walked briskly back to the second floor.

"Go back and take a shower. Even though you are not wet, you are still prone to catching a cold." As soon as Aisina stepped into the door, she quickly handed the towel to Louisa, but the little girl opposite did not respond. She

just stared at a place on the second floor, which was Zhou Ye's bedroom.

"The power is flowing..." She was stunned for a moment, dropped her schoolbag and ran up the stairs.