Chapter 181 The Lamplighter
“Did you catch any unscrupulous businessmen who disrupted the market rules this time?”
Milo saw Yan who was distracted in the lobby of the law enforcement office on the first floor.
“Something really happened this time, I’m not kidding you.”
Yan was still wearing the uniform worn by the guards in the prison city. The difference from the past was that this time he didn’t There was no hint of a playful smile on his face, and his expression was a bit unnatural.
With Milo's understanding of Yan, he could tell at the first glance that something was wrong with Yan.
“Go upstairs first.”
Milo did not ask about the situation in the lobby, but led Yan back to the office upstairs.
He knows very well what kind of virtue Yan has. Although his life style is a bit...well, he is extremely unruly. He likes to play tricks and is a carefree person without any ambition for advancement. He is addicted to tobacco, alcohol and all kinds of contraband, and to some extent. With a bit of a rebellious and competitive spirit, apart from the above problems, Yan is still a good person. In his own words, he is a righteous person, but not completely righteous.
Getting into trouble is part of Yan's life.
But most of the minor troubles can be solved by the elders in his family. After all, some minor street fights are handled by the prison guards. Don't forget that his brother-in-law is the prison guard in the area. managers.
However, since Milo became a member of the black trench coat sequence, his brother-in-law’s status in Yan’s heart has plummeted.
Although Milo's promise of a trip to the Fun House has not been fulfilled, Yan knows that he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so he has been eating other cold tofu to satisfy his craving.
But there seems to be something wrong with the tofu today.
And it should be a big problem.
Otherwise, he does not need to go to the law enforcement office to find Milo.
Seeing his distracted look, Milo could probably guess that Yan's affairs this time could not be handled by the City Guards Department.
When he led Yan to push open the door and enter the office, in the empty room, a notebook that was clattering around on the desk fell to the ground with a bang.
Milo glanced at ADHD Bones without any trace, and did not bother to explain anything to Yan. He pulled a stool and motioned for him to sit down, and then began the questioning session.
“So, what’s going on?”
Milo lowered his head and rummaged in the drawer for a long time without looking at his pen. When he turned his head, he found that the pen had floated to his hand, followed by the shadow of the four-eyed Henry.
"I tell the truth, but promise me, don't be impatient after listening." Yan rubbed his hands and asked, "Can I light a cigarette?"
"The ashtray is with you. Take it for yourself on the table at the back.”
Milo took out a relatively clean and complete piece of white paper from a pile of waste paper and spread it out on the table, preparing to make a simple note. Then he asked:
“Why do I feel anxious after listening?”
"Because strictly speaking, I may have done something that warrants imprisonment." Yan lit up the cigarette and took a deep breath. This puff burned almost a quarter of the length of the cigarette.
"Uh... I think your judgment may not be correct, so it's better not to talk nonsense and explain clearly first." Milo shook the pen in his hand gently to confirm that there was ink in it, and then continued Added: "Even if it's really serious, I have to figure out the situation before I can find a way to get you, right?" As soon as Milo finished saying this, he saw the little officer Eric on the wall moving towards He made a "seriously?" gesture.
Milo chose to ignore this.
“Good father!”
Yan, on the other hand, was very excited. He was about to put the cigarette into Milo's mouth as he spoke, but he soon realized that Milo had already quit smoking, so he sat back down and slowly began to talk about his trip. Purpose of coming:
“First of all, you know that my life has not been very smooth recently. My family used my own savings to pay for the bail, and they also made it clear that they would not bear any other expenses for me. My current The finances are in a state of pure negative."
"No need to talk about borrowing money, I still have children at home." Milo narrowed his eyes.
"Of course I know how much little Finn can eat, so I racked my brains and came up with a new way." Yan said, holding a cigarette in his mouth: "I want to pull a thread to connect people inside and outside the city. Some...well, some traders have reached cooperation."
"Selling what?" Milo asked the question at the pause of Yan Yan's words: "Contraband? Stolen goods? Arms?”
"I prefer to call it the 'magic leaf'." Yan said a little shyly.
"You know that your profession is to be a city guard, right?" Milo scratched his scalp with the top of his pen and asked painfully: "Also, next door to this office is the Anti-Drug Team."< br>
"No, no, no, no, listen to me first. Listen to me to finish. Oh, I asked you to stop being impatient. Wait for me to finish." Yan shook his head and spoke faster to explain. : "First of all, the line has not been connected. This is just a plan. The magical leaves have not entered the city. I don't even know if they have entered the Nanwei coastline. In short, this is just an idea. Before I tell you, only two people know about it. This matter."
"You, who else?" Milo held the pen and prepared to record it, waiting for Yan to give the name.
"Aiya, Aiya Ferguson." Yan explained honestly: "She...well, her identity is more complicated. Most of the time her job is - lamplighter, you know me. Meaning.”
"I understand what you mean, I'm just a little surprised. After all, there are very few women in this industry." Milo tilted his head.
Before the invention of kerosene lamps, urban streets were dark at night. During that "dark period", wealthy people would hire some boys to walk in front of them, holding burning rags and tar. Using sticks to provide light, the boys were often criminals themselves and would lead their employers into dark alleys to rob them.
After kerosene lamps were applied to the streets, thousands of lamps needed to be lit on the streets of Nanwei City. A profession called lamplighters came into being. They carried ladders and held wicks. Scissors and cans of whale blubber appear on the streets of the city, with lights turned off at sunrise and lit at sunset.
This kind of special workers who appear at the two most tired times in the city are the group with the highest probability of encountering criminals. Of course, just like the children and men holding torches in the old days, At the right time, lamplighters can also become robbers. After all, it is they who decide which blocks are lit and which areas are dark.
To put it bluntly, this is a gray profession.
Even more unpopular than the city guards.
......
"So, you two hit it off immediately?" Milo is familiar with Yan's style.
"That's about it." Yan nodded very honestly. He also put his hands on his chest to make a gesture and said, "It's about this big."
In the office After looking at it, the seven shadows nodded appreciatively.
(End of this chapter)