Chapter 641: The Gate of Connecting Fragments

But now, he is in charge of raising the newborn.

When Roland yawned and got up from the bed, the ladder used for the fall was still on the side, and it was already bright outside the blinds.

He was obviously wearing clothes when he fell, but now only a pair of boxer shorts are left. Is this caused by the inertia of the subconscious? It seems that the dream will continue for a period of time after I leave, until I fall asleep normally, and make sure that every time I enter the dream, it will happen when I wake up... This is too formal!

He decided to choose midnight for this departure, to see if he could eliminate this unconscious action, which was similar to sleepwalking.

In addition, the sequelae of not having enough sleep also came. Roland felt that he did not look like a person who had just woken up from sleep. His eyes were astringent, his forehead felt swollen, and he couldn't help but yawn all the time. Counting the time over there, He has not closed his eyes for more than twenty hours.

Maybe I'll have to take a nap later.

Putting on his short sleeves and walking into the living room, he saw that small figure again.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Zero looked surprised, "I haven't started making breakfast yet...you wait for me in the living room, I'll go right away."

It could be seen that she had just woken up not long ago, and her long, unmanaged white hair was messily scattered on her shoulders, and a few strands of her hair were curled upwards. She looked completely different from her usual neat appearance. She is still wearing the light blue dress and white stockings. If I remember correctly, the little girl has not changed her clothes for three days. Judging from her clean and tidy bedroom, it is definitely not because she is lazy or not too dirty, it is only possible There are not many clothes to change.

For some reason, Roland suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

Not only for her, but also for myself.

Thinking of the three hundred... no, two hundred and fifty dollars in his purse, he felt incredible. One is the main cause of the dream, and the other is the creator of the dream world. The two people who can be called the creators have fallen to such a point, which is beyond description.

Going on like this is not an option, whether it is buying books or exploring the world, money is an essential thing. He had to find a way to get a stable income, otherwise more than two hundred yuan, apart from food and utilities, would not even be enough to go out and take a taxi.

While Roland was thinking about how to make money, Zero was already busy.

She ignited the stove nimbly, heated the pan with oil, cracked the eggs with one hand, and sprinkled the liquid egg liquid into the pan. Although the strength is not enough to shake the pot, but moving a small shovel up and down in his hand, the effect is not much worse than shaking the iron pot.

With the sizzling sound of hot oil, the tempting aroma of fried eggs quickly filled the living room.

Due to the limited cost of living, the breakfast has not changed much. This time, there are still two deep-fried dough sticks and a fried egg, and Jie Luo's own one is missing.

"Did you buy the fritters yesterday?" Roland took a bite and found that it was no longer so crispy.

"Of course," Zero muttered, "the last batch at night is very cheap, and sometimes the boss will give me unused flour balls, so I can make several fried dough sticks."

He was surprised, "Is it the same when you are at home?"

"Almost," the little girl shook her head and didn't say much, as if she didn't want to mention her family very much. After breakfast, she briefly dressed, carried her schoolbag and walked to the door, "Old rules, uncle, I won't come back at noon, and you will wash the dishes."

"Ah, go, be careful on the road." Roland nodded.

Jie Luo couldn't help being stunned, and after a while, she answered with a hum, closed the door and left.

Alright, now it's time to take a good look at your property.

Roland returned to the bedroom, went through the bedside table and wardrobe from head to toe, and sorted out all the belongings.

The first is the wallet, in addition to two hundred or so dollars, there is also an ID card and a bank card, how shabby it is. Of course, even if he threw those expired lottery tickets into the trash can, it would have passed the redemption time, not to mention that he didn't believe that such a small probability event would happen to him.

The second is a mobile phone, the contact list is actually empty, and the only valuable information is the reminder of the income and expenditure of the bank card. It can be seen that at the end of each month, Jie Luo's family will call a sum of 1,500 yuan for living expenses. Now there are only 12 yuan left in the card, and there are still four days before the next remittance date. It is not enough to starve to death, but there is no balance to do other things.

Finally, there are a few pieces of jewelry. The material looks like gold. I don’t know if it’s true or not. It’s probably prepared for a wedding? If you sell all of these to a gold store, you can recover about a thousand yuan, which is considered an emergency fund.

These are all the wealth at his disposal.

It didn't help the current situation at all. Roland sighed and turned his attention to the furnishings in the utility room.

He opened the door at the end of the residence, and looked at a few old items placed inside.

The dusty and cobweb-covered bicycle and the sewing machine can be sold for thirty to forty yuan together. After all, they are made of iron, especially the latter, which is very difficult to move by one person. And that big iron door, if it is counted as scrap iron, can probably be bought for more than a hundred yuan? Maybe he would not take this little money seriously at ordinary times, but now it is very precious.

If you go to a second-hand bookstore to buy obsolete textbooks, more than one hundred yuan is enough to buy a set of old books in all subjects.

Thinking of this, he decided to do just that.

In the small advertisement posted in the stairwell, Roland remembered that there was a recycling phone, but before that, he had to wipe these things down.

If it looks cleaner, maybe it can be sold for more money.

After dragging his bicycle and sewing machine, panting, to the living room, he noticed something was wrong.

The thick iron door didn't seem to be leaning against the wall of the utility room, but was built into the wall!

Hell, which bastard did this? You must know that this wall is the outer wall of Tongzilou. Is the door installed here for the convenience of suicide?

And there is a lock on the door in a serious manner!

Wait... he remembered that there were indeed two keys on the keychain?

Roland immediately took the key and inserted the other key into the keyhole, and it fit perfectly.

With a click, the rusty lock head popped up and fell off the latch.

He didn't bother to pick up the broken lock, so he pulled the lever and forcefully opened the iron door.

A gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed into the room, making him shiver a few times in short-sleeved pants.

Behind the iron gate turned out to be a snow scene!

Against the backdrop of the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance, a gray-brown city can be seen faintly. It is built along the mountain walls on both sides, enclosing itself in a large gap. In the center of the city stands a majestic building, standing like a pillar reaching the sky in the howling cold wind.

Even though it was the first time Roland saw it, he immediately realized where it was.

"The New Holy City of Hermes".

A fortress city built on the break of the Impassable Mountain Range.

It is also a symbol of the strength and unyieldingness of the church.

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