People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 235 Dosores

The Patriot didn't say much, but just followed the Doctor silently.

Seeing that both of them had given up setting up their stalls, Ji had no choice but to follow them, even though he felt a little unwilling.

The three of them left the hotel and strolled along the neon-lit streets under the night sky.

There was a crowd of people surging around him, and the doctor's eyes silently swept across their faces, his steps steady without the slightest pause.

Ji looked at the doctor with some surprise.

This was the first time he saw the doctor so serious. There was an inexplicable temperament exuding from the doctor.

He was wearing a black coat and looked so out of place among the crowd of people who were dressed coolly.

But suddenly, I had an epiphany.

It’s not that the Doctor cannot integrate into this city, but that the Doctor deliberately stands above this city, looking down on everything from a high vantage point with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Very lively."

The doctor suddenly spoke and turned to look at Jie: "What do you think of this city?"

After a moment of shock, he answered subconsciously:

“It’s very prosperous. Maybe because it’s a tourist city, people have a high desire to spend.”

"Then are you willing to settle in this city?" the doctor asked again.

Ji shook his head without hesitation:

"No, I still prefer Longmen."

The doctor didn't say anything, but just looked at Ji silently, waiting for him to explain the reason for his choice.

Facing the doctor's inquiring gaze, Ji organized his words for a moment and said slowly:

“Maybe this city can make me a lot of money, but I don’t really like it here. It’s too exaggerated and everyone is so fanatical.

Maybe Longmen is not as prosperous as Dosores, but under the management of Governor Wei and the Rat King, Longmen is very stable. Longmen people can live their lives there without worry, sleep peacefully at night, and walk on the street during the day without worrying about being attacked by thugs. "

"Yes, you are quite right."

The doctor looked up at the neon sign on the tall building on the roadside and chuckled:

“This city is too exaggerated. Behind the seemingly prosperous city lies a chilling indifference.

When our stall exploded, passers-by's first reaction was that someone hired someone to do something, rather than an accident. When a store was blown up by Eureka, they didn't think of looking for the law enforcement team, but instead chased after it aggressively and solved the problem themselves."

A look of realization flashed across Jie's face.

At the beginning, because Qi Yan and the doctor were by his side, he habitually followed their instructions and did not pay close attention to this aspect.

When the doctor pointed it out to him, he was shocked to find that there was a huge gap between this place and the dragon gate he was used to.

Even though there are gang fights and troublesome Penguin Logistics in Longmen, there are rules for chaos, and everything is under the control of Wei Yanwu.

But in this city, Candela completely let things take their own course, leaving everything to the conventions of the people in the city.

Ji turned his head and looked around, observing the city again with a scrutinizing eye.

He saw someone throw money directly in the street vendor's face and walk away.

He saw a drunkard lying on the street, his bloodshot eyes staring at the casino betting receipt in his hand, his face hideous and terrifying.

He followed the doctor, looking away and no longer paying attention to these things.

He is just an ordinary person who can see but cannot do anything about it, so he can only choose to turn a blind eye and silently warn himself not to become like this.

The doctor walked ahead without saying a word.

The Patriot and the Jet followed behind him, accompanying him all the way.

The road surface continued to extend under the feet of the three people, slowly changing from a clean and tidy stone road to a bumpy dirt road.

The lights around him dimmed, and Ji narrowed his eyes and looked forward.

It was an industrial area, very large, also part of Dossores, but it seemed isolated from the bustling city behind it.

"There are still workers working at this time." Ji was a little surprised.

Even though the lights in the industrial area are very dim compared to the bustling city blocks, the factories are clearly in operation.

As soon as Jie finished speaking, he saw a large group of workers pouring out of the gate of a factory.

The doctor and his two companions stood on the street, watching the group of workers walk by, and their conversation flooded into their ears.

"I'm so tired, but I made some extra money today. I'm going to go to the casino and have some fun. I have to win back the money I lost before."

"It's better to go to the casino and bet on the latest Ironman Grand Prix. I am optimistic about a team. Although it is inconspicuous, I have a hunch that they may be the dark horse."

"What are you betting for? I think you just haven't lost enough. You might as well go drink with me, go to sleep after you get drunk, and come back to work the next day."

The sound of conversation gradually faded away from the three people.

Jie frowned and asked in confusion: "Don't they save money?"

"It may be the local customs and practices," the doctor said calmly, "or it may be a deliberately guided consumption concept.

When people are living a life of drunkenness and dreaming, they will not have any wild thoughts and will be very honest.

Some people are happy to see this scene, which will make them feel at ease, because these people have forgotten what it means to resist. "

Jie's eyes widened slightly: "You mean... Candela?

But according to what you said before, Candela should not care about the life or death of these people, why did she do this?"

This time, the doctor did not answer him.

The man, who had been wearing a black coat and hiding himself under the hood, stood on the dim roadside and raised his head silently.

He stared at the starry sky above him, lost in his own thoughts.

……

……

Mostima stuffed the clothes she had specially selected into Fiammetta's hands and pushed them into the fitting room.

After doing all this, she turned around to look for Yaer and found that Yaer was holding a piece of clothing in a daze.

"You don't seem to be in a very good mood."

Mastema walked over and said.

"Qi Yan told me on the way to Dosores that I am a god." Yaer put the clothes back on the hanger and smiled, "These things hardly interest me."

Mastema nodded in understanding.

The devil's little tail behind her swayed gently, and suddenly asked curiously:

“There was a guy with me, but he had a bad temper and I couldn’t get answers from him for some questions.

Can you help me answer this question? "

"Of course." Yaer's blue lips curled up slightly, and her tone was gentle.

Mostima seemed a little excited and asked:

"What do you think of us mortals?"

Ya'er was not surprised by this question. She smiled and pointed to the street outside the clothing store:

"You are a group of walking, talking, thinking creatures who constantly make decisions that amaze us and create relationships that we cannot understand.

For example, this city is just like Kjerag, it is just a community where you live, but it is so different from Kjerag.

I founded Kjerag and used my power to protect Kjerag from natural disasters, so they live together to survive.

But this city is different. They live together to pursue those illusory pleasures, even if such pleasures are based on the sacrifice and death of others, people are still happy to do so. I am very curious, so I have been observing this city. "

Mostima seemed to understand a little, but not completely.

She looked Ya'er up and down, wondering, "But didn't you come among us just to have fun?"

"I appeared in Kjerag in my incarnation because I was born there. I chose to protect that land. I feel close to the creatures who were also born there. I came here because Qi Yan invited me."

As Yaer spoke, she lightly tapped her fingers, causing a passing tourist to feel a chill all over his body, causing him to sneeze several times.

After doing this mischievous act, Yaer continued:

"Of course, we also have our own joys and sorrows, so you're not wrong when you say I'm just having fun."