After about an hour and a half, Esme Crane, who had taken a hot shower in Ann's apartment and changed into a neat and clean dress, finally sat down at the table to eat her breakfast. Hungry, she resisted the urge to gobble up all the beans, mashed potatoes, bacon, and fried eggs on her plate in small bites, and finally poured a large cup of fragrant milk tea into her belly, feeling her soul out of her body and finally having a sense of the reality of being alive.
She searched her memory as she ate, remembering that Esme Crane didn't have many suitors, instead she had been bullied growing up and didn't seem to have many friends except Ann. Everyone else disliked her and insulted her as a freak.
The woman's looks were beautiful, at least from Esme Crane's own aesthetic point of view extremely good, mixed-race face always outstanding. Her skin is pale but delicate and smooth without blemishes, her eyebrows have the picturesque quality of oriental beauty, a pair of beautiful almond eyes under long, slender eyebrows, but blue eyes are typical of Westerners.
During the time she was showering and eating, Ann and Isaac were having a private conversation in their bedroom, and they could hear an argument break out between them through the door, but it didn't seem to take long for Isaac to be convinced by Ann.
"Do you remember what it was like to die?"
Ann immediately interrupted him and said, "Don't listen to him, he's just a fool's head. I tell you, the immortals are the most special existence among the dependents. For a long time, there has been a saying that the real dependents are the immortals, who awaken from the grave and obtain the strongest divine favor, and their mortal bodies are replaced with the real holy bodies after death, so that they can walk on the path of God."
Esme Crane explained: "It has been following me since I woke up from the cemetery, and if it hadn't distracted the graveyard keeper, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to crawl out of the tomb unnoticed."
"Ann, that is all a legend, how can you take it seriously?" Isaac said helplessly from the side.
Within twenty years, he created a complete sewerage system in Zocta, and invented all kinds of sanitary facilities to encourage all people to bathe regularly, which revolutionized the living condition of the whole empire and the world.
In her previous life, she had a mediocre appearance and was not tall, never thought that one day she would become such a great beauty when she crossed over to the other world. It is too thin, affecting the overall beauty, she needs to eat more, but also need to exercise. In her previous life, she was a sports and fitness expert with a fit body and did not want to see herself thin like this.
"Isaac and I have discussed it. Isaac is on the late shift today, so you will go with him to Zocta on the latest steam train. Maybe Isaac can even find a way to work. You'll need a job to support yourself and settle down in Zocta, which is the most realistic thing to do."
In the memory of Esme Crane, the original owner, her family still bathed in the river water, and only once a fortnight during the cold winter months would they boil water to wipe their bodies and still use dry toilets.
"I know an old man who delivers newspapers, I was drinking with him at the station bar three days ago and he said he couldn't do it anymore and was thinking of retiring. I could introduce you to him, and maybe you could take over his job." Isaac said in a jarring voice.
"Since I was a child, I thought you had the potential to be a witch, but now you're really getting more and more like it."
Could it be that her looks are not really appreciated in this world? Or is it that people in this world are out of the low class and don't judge people by their looks at all anymore? She tilted her head strangely.
Esme Crane broke into a smile and said gratefully, "Thank you for your help, that's very kind of you." As long as there was a job, no matter what it was, she accepted it, and right now she had to take every opportunity to survive.
It is worth mentioning that Esme Crane finally saw the full face of this body of hers in the full body mirror of the bathroom. This is a tall, thin woman, visually estimated to be nearly 5'8" tall, long arms and legs, but a thin body to the point of visible ribs, flat chest looks malnourished, but at least the waistline is beautiful. No wonder when she met Ann, she thought she was a little short, but she was actually very tall herself.
Ann pulled a chair and sat next to Esme Crane, came closer and said mysteriously: "Listen to me, after you settle down, you need to try to find out where the hunter group is, they are extremely mysterious and hidden in the city. But they always have their way of recruiting and assembling, you just have to be careful and you will definitely find clues."
"You really can't stay in Emerson for long. Everyone here knows you, and word of your suicide by jumping down the chimney has long since spread. Now you can't go home either, although Calvin, Sofia and Reuben are pathetic, but you are indeed a dead man, and will never return to them.
"I would consider writing to them afterwards and politely informing them of what happened to you. Just letting them know that you are alive and living far away will make them feel a lot better.
Ann glanced back at her husband before addressing Esme Crane.
"How can I remember, it was a moment. I can't even remember now why I jumped down the chimney, and I'm confused about the fact that I will come back to life. I really had nowhere else to go before I came to see you." Esme Crane laughed bitterly.
Listen to Esme Crane said, Isaac came out of the back can not help but shiver, the height of a few meters, full of bearded men very afraid of such things, and his wife who loves the occult is the opposite. Ann, however, asked with great excitement.
It is said that these things are the contribution of the Mechanical Society and a sanitation expert. About fifty years ago, a doctor named Moore with a serious cleanliness problem embarked on the road to politics, he first became the Imperial Minister of Health, leading the Empire to fight epidemics successfully, and then elected the Prime Minister of the Empire under the extremely high reputation, and vigorously promote the transformation of the Empire's health.
When Ann opened the door and came out, she saw the black cat jumping on Esme Crane's legs and getting down to rest while Esme Crane gently stroked the cat. She stared for a moment and exclaimed.
Under the upturned bridge of the nose, a pair of somewhat discolored thin lips, even if not deliberately do expression, but still gives a slightly pursed feeling, through a cold air. She has a cloaked, waist-length long black hair, slightly curled, naked body standing in front of the foggy bathroom mirror, all over a kind of Aphrodite dream bubble-like beauty, Esme Crane himself are looking dumbfounded.
Esme Crane felt the urge to shed a tear when she saw the familiar modern bathroom fixtures in the apartment's washroom, including the shower head, hot water pipes, toilet, sink and faucet. At least... At least in this world, there is no need to worry about the horror of facing excrement all day long and not knowing where to take a bath to the point of growing fleas on her body.
Esme Crane, confused, asked, "What is the Favourite? What hunter?" And Esme Crane made a disguise, hours before, she was in Ann and Isaac's apartment room in Emerson town center. Ann told her that since she was going to Zocta to make a living and work in a job like delivering newspapers, she had better look sharp. Esme Crane couldn't help but feel the money pouch in her inside jacket pocket, and felt it bulging inside, so she felt a sense of security. Esme Crane smiled and replied with the same pull, "Thanks for your advice, I'll think about it." "I speak badly, but I still want to advise you to go to Zocta and live honestly, do not think about going to any hunter group. If there really is a Hunter Order in this world, so shiny, why does the Church not want to let people know about their existence? There must be a reason for keeping them hidden, and the existence of hunters must not be a good thing." "You shut up Isaac, you fool, you don't even know that you are being deceived by
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