Isaac seemed to have said everything he wanted to say at once and relapsed into silence. Esme Crane didn't try to talk to Isaac either, she could feel Isaac's kindness and equally his detachment. Zocta South Station is the largest train station in Zocta, and the huge dome design gives Esme Crane a strong sense of the King's Cross station. After the train entered the station, Isaac instructed Esme Crane to get off the train and wait for him at the bench by the conductor's lounge, as he still needed to finish his work before he could leave. Isaac joked with the two while pushing open the saloon door and walked into the bar. esme Crane watched coldly the whole time without saying a word and then also stepped into the bar. The smell of bad tobacco, sweat, body odor, and alcohol made Esme Crane's brain hurt. She frowned and followed Isaac, all the way to the edge of the bar. Suddenly there was a slap on the back, "Ah!" Esme Crane cried out in shock, and her whole body jumped up. "Heh!" E
She thought she couldn't remember so many roads at once, so she just searched for the location of her current hotel and then for the address of the magazine barn given to her by Old Owen, marked them out, and then memorized the way to the magazine barn through the map in advance, in preparation for tomorrow. "Haha, that's true, but Brielle Campbell's job is not a job that many people want to do, and they have to run up almost a hundred flights of stairs every day, and they're exhausted and don't make much money. What... You have someone to introduce?" Old Owen said. "Hey! Owen, remember me?" Isaac greeted familiarly. "Oh, remember, of course I remember, Isaac, the good lad who even bought me a drink last time." The old man chuckled, "I've been Brielle Campbell for so long, my memory is the only thing I have going for me." Esme Crane was not fussy, and after dropping off her luggage and looking at her room, she planned to go downstairs to prepay for her stay, but to her surprise, Is
Esme Crane could not help but feel good as she ran out of the distance with a strong breeze in her face. Esme Crane had been an athlete before, but she had never run with her legs as fast as she did today. When she finally stopped, a strong feeling of hunger grabbed her nerves. By the time she got back to her hotel room, Esme Crane had already eaten her fill at a small restaurant next door to the hotel, which was closed at night because of the curfew in Zocta. In addition to pen, ink and paper, she also bought some miscellaneous but very practical gadgets, compared to pen, ink and paper is really very cheap. For example, a military kettle-style backpack iron pot, the capacity is very considerable, on the back of the body can always be hydrated. A small dagger for cutting things and a pair of scissors will certainly come in handy. Without thinking about it, every cell in Esme Crane's body leapt to its feet, desperate to test out the new powers she had acquired, so she headed straight
A huge clock hung above the front door of the magazine barn, the time read 3:17 and Esme Crane was just in time. She stood still for a moment to catch her breath and surveyed the scene around her by the faint illumination of the sky. Simon was taken aback, for there were few women in this business, and he could not help looking Esme Crane up and down, and then said to Owen, very ungraciously, "Man, I advise you to find a more reliable candidate; how can a woman do our business? Not physically fit to begin with." She couldn't help but wonder if Brielle Campbell's were using this ride to deliver the newspaper? Esme Crane washed up quickly, put her hair up, put on the not-quite-fitting men's clothes again, and walked quickly downstairs. She was hungry again by now, and her eyes were glazed over. All that food she had eaten last night had disappeared to who knows where, and when she got up this morning she noticed that her body seemed less skin and bones, and seemed to have gained some
"May I ask if you allow pets in this house? I have a cat." Esme Crane asked before signing the rental agreement. It is a district library run by the church, not a huge collection of books, but enough to meet Esme Crane's current needs for knowledge of the new world. She stays in this library every day until noon, learning the basics of history, geography, religion and philosophy, culture and even technology. Esme Crane deeply agreed, and she too felt so lucky, as if she hadn't met anything bad since she had climbed out of the grave. She'd found Ann without incident, gotten Isaac's help and met Owen, inexplicably awakened her physical abilities the night before the interview and used them to pass Owen's test, and now she'd gotten a rental without incident. "I've brought you a new tenant, she's my catch, very upwardly mobile girl, I hope you have room for two more rooms." Owen seemed a little unconvinced and said, "You will deliver the evening issue today alone. Don't you give me any
Because the wooden floor in her room rattled with noise at the slightest movement, she arranged her workout on the rooftop of the apartment she rented, which was open for residents to dry their clothes every day during the day, although basically no one would go up there to dry their laundry, and Fuller, the apartment's elderly caretaker, remained diligent and followed the rules. Amelia works odd jobs for little income and her daughter Helen is still out of school. With long brown hair and freckles, Amelia is not a good-looking woman, excessively thin, with an intimidatingly slender body and legs, a protruding belly that adds to the incongruity, and a somewhat nervous look that makes her unapproachable. The following day, November 20, Obsidian Day, Esme Crane was awakened by her alarm clock at the usual time of 3:45. Dazed, she went to the washroom and finished washing up, and after a quick breakfast, she grabbed her Brielle Campbell uniform jacket, threw on her large cummerbund, and
Then she turned the tables and said, "But just two months ago, everything changed. Actually, I'm not sure when the real change occurred, maybe earlier, at least it was two months ago when I noticed it. That day too, as today, Amelia was not feeling well, but it wasn't Louie Fletcher who came to me, it was Amelia herself, she said she had pains in her lower body and her whole body was sweating. She had just found out she was three months pregnant at the time, and the day before, her husband Jefferson had just left home for the mines." "The Davises would have been a very amicable family, and they seemed so nice when they rented a room from me two years ago. Though poor, the family loved each other, and the Davieses were both devout believers in the Church of the Earth, and they were a good family." Mrs. Sutton seemed to be trying desperately to justify something. "I then asked her if she had intercourse with Jefferson, and she admitted that they did intercourse the day before, but that
Checking her kitchen basket of vegetables and rice, there was still one carrot, two potatoes and one cabbage left, and Esme Crane planned to make it all and cook a pot of stew with a piece of chicken breast she had bought and marinated yesterday, and cut two meals' worth of bread to make do with. This pot of stew would probably last her until tomorrow. "And what about Mr. Davies? Is he aware of his wife's current condition?" "I have tried to get in touch with Jefferson, I have telegraphed the mine and written letters, but there has been no reply to the stone. Two months ago was the last time Jefferson returned home and we haven't seen him since, the last time I contacted the mine was seven days ago and the mine people said there had just been a collapse and Jefferson was missing down the mine and may have met his demise." Mrs. Sutton was clearly wary of Jefferson's disappearance; it was too much of a coincidence to feel like a premeditated assault. "What will the Church of Good Coun