Chapter 914 The Old Friend in the Slums

"Click—"

Maca raised his right foot and pushed aside the corpse of a mouse under his feet.

Since entering this neighborhood in a corner of London, this is already the third skinny mouse that Maca has trampled to death.

Judging from the size of these three mice, we can know that their life here is also very hard.

I remember that people used to say that if you want to know whether the people in a certain area are rich or not, you can get a rough idea by going to see if the rats there are fat or not.

Feeling the slippery feeling of the wet mouse just now, Maca shook his head.

Of course, he doesn't have any idea of ​​eliminating the four evils. The reason why they have to step on the mice while walking is entirely because the three mice all have some kind of suspicious magic fluctuations faintly.

But to be honest, he didn't dislike these methods, because as soon as he came to this street, he released many "cute" little spiders as early as the first time.

Glancing left and right, Maca continued to walk along this snow-covered, but uncleaned old street, taking any movement around him into his ears.

Speaking of which, the environment of this old neighborhood may be regarded as the worst in London.

It can be seen that the left and right sides of the street are black brick apartments.

It stands to reason that since they are all built four stories high, they should at least look neat.

But in fact, their wooden doors and windows have become slightly swollen and twisted due to years of wind and rain.

Now with the gray and black wall bricks,

And some of the walls that have been painted by the head of the household, but now they are mottled and peeling off, are far from being "tidy" no matter how you look at them.

Up to now, who would have thought that these houses were all built with clean red bricks?

And it is in this old neighborhood China that survived from the early years that the clues Maca pursued all the way were finally completely interrupted. Instead, it was the first of the three mice that he trampled to death.

"Is this where Hai Erbo wants to 'invite' me over?"

In fact, he has long known that there is such a small area in the East End of London.

In fact, as early as when he was still in Torpoint, he knew about this poor place in downtown London.

Back then, I heard that this place was bigger than in the past two years, and there seemed to be more poor people staying here—at least it would not be as empty as it is now.

But because London has been clearing slums, the place is shrinking almost every year. It is conceivable that in just a few years, this place will be completely transformed into a new neighborhood.

However, where the poor people who originally lived here and lived here ended up going, this is something that may not be clear...

Suddenly, Maca paused, turned around suddenly, and walked towards a more gloomy alley beside the street.

In the past, as a gray population in the port city of Torpoint, he had only heard of this slum neighborhood far away in London. But now, as a wizard with many information channels, he knows that there are also some bottom-level guys in the magic world secretly hiding here.

Once entering this alley, the surrounding area suddenly became narrow. The brick walls on both sides looked damp and dirty, with black mud stains accumulated in the cracks of the bricks, and some unknown moss that was darker than the wall bricks silently clinging to them.

Walking in this alley, although the feet are covered with pure white snow-it seems that it is much cleaner after all. But when I actually walked, I could feel something sticking to my feet at almost every step, and few steps were solid on the ground.

Maca didn't feel uncomfortable with this rotten environment. He walked unhurriedly as before, and his destination was somewhere behind the corner in front.

But suddenly, his forward steps suddenly stopped, and then he raised his foot and stomped down to a certain position full of snow.

"Click!"

"It's quite a lot, this is the fourth one?"

After muttering something calmly, he took a step forward and then turned a corner not far ahead.

This is undoubtedly a dirtier and messier alley than the outside, and the aisle between the walls is obviously narrower, it is the kind that can wipe a hand with stains by waving your hands to the side.

But it was in the middle of this alley that there was only one back door open, and it was a dilapidated metal grille door that even Muggles could see.

Looking inside through the rusty gray fence, there is nothing but a dim corridor full of waste bricks.

But Maca turned a blind eye to what he saw, opened the unlocked gate and walked in. But just when he was about to bump into the pile of bricks that almost blocked the corridor, he passed through.

It wasn't a wall leading into Diagon Alley like the wall in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, or a shop window into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds.

If I have to say, everything here is real, except that pile of bricks is an inconspicuous illusion.

Such a setting is nothing more than to prevent Muggles from straying into this apartment building while avoiding the Auror's alchemical detection items as much as possible.

Through the pile of bricks that were only phantoms, Maca soon saw an upward staircase. I saw that he had no intention of going upstairs at all, instead he bypassed the stairs and came to the back of it.

"Click—"

With a soft sound, Maca lifted a floor, revealing a downward staircase.

Looking at the darkness below, he knew that Hai Erbo would definitely not be here. It's just that that guy may not be there, but some of the opponent's subordinates are probably indispensable.

As for the small group of "grey residents" who gathered here... Maca can only hope that Hai Erbo has not discovered this poor little place.

After a short pause, he stopped worrying too much, bent down and went down this passage.

...

"Click—"

Don't worry, it's not like stepping on a mouse this time.

Maca found a door at the end of the dark descending passage, and the sound just now was the sound of him reaching out to twist the doorknob.

And at the next moment, when he pushed open the wooden door with a "squeak", the dim light inside poured out immediately.

"Oh?"

As soon as he stepped into it, he saw dozens of pairs of eyes facing him, and the expressions on the faces of those men and women were as different as their gazes.

"Who are you?"

One of the burly men closest to the door had sharp eyes. He stared at Maca's face, as if he wanted to pluck a piece of flesh from Maca's face.

But Maca didn't pay much attention to the gazes of these people. He turned around to close the door first, and then turned back to face the crowd.

"You wouldn't believe me if I said I was just passing by," he shrugged. "Okay! Actually, I'm here to see if you're still alive—"

In fact, he hasn't finished his sentence yet, but this sentence alone seems to have angered the big man in front of him.

At that moment, the other party grabbed his collar, showing a little ferocity on both sides.

"Do not talk nonsense."

"Okay," Maka patted the strong man's strong arm casually and said, "I'm not talking nonsense... Maybe you don't know that a powerful black wizard just came to this block. Seriously, You guys are still alive until now, which rather surprises me..."

"wait!"

The strong man was about to punch Maca in the stomach, so that he would stop talking nonsense, but unexpectedly, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the innermost part of this slightly cramped small room.

"Crue, let go of Mr. McLean!"

"Brother?"

"I said, let him go!"

As soon as the voice fell, Maca loosened his front placket, and then he turned his head sideways and looked into the room.

"Logan," he said with a casual smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

At this time, at the door of the innermost room, a man who was taller and stronger than the strong man named "Kelu" beside Maca appeared.

"Yeah! I thought we would never see each other again soon..." I heard the shirtless man walking through the room and walking in front of Maca, he just said hello and then asked Said, "Are they... all right?"

"Except that it's not suitable for running around at the moment, everything else is fine," Maca nodded and said, "Eat well, sleep soundly, have fun, and the older sister always spoils her younger sister...or can you finally listen to me?" A few words, maybe the roof has been lifted off!"

"Oh, this sounds a bit bad!" The other party laughed, "A girl's family has also reached the age of school, so she can't be as... um, so 'naughty' like when she was a child."

"Who says it's not?" Maka spread her hands, feeling a little helpless.

In fact, it can be seen from these conversations that this burly man named "Logan" was the man who made up his mind to let the werewolf group have a place in the magic world.

Unfortunately, as far as the current situation is concerned, although he is obviously working hard, his prospects are still bleak.

"Speaking of which, what did you just say?" Logan thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "A dark wizard has entered the block above? Who is it?"

"Brother, who is this? Do you believe what he says?" Kelu on the side finally couldn't hold back any longer. When Logan asked this question, he couldn't help but interrupt.

But Logan immediately glared at him.

Just kidding, the Maca back then was already terrifyingly strong, as soon as he raised his hand, the room was full of big spiders crawling around. Up to now, just his small shabby house can be filled with just one!

To be honest, don't look at Logan talking and laughing with Maca now, but he is secretly vigilant all the time. After all, he never really saw Maca's mind clearly from the beginning to the end.

"Shut up! Go away—"

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