Chapter 1648 Frogampfog (Thirty-Six)

No. 1g&fog (36)

For many poor boys, I am afraid that they dream of such a day.

Wearing decent clothes, holding hands with beautiful female companions, attending grand banquets, and nodding politely to people who are also well-dressed, just like Jack who broke into the first-class party of the Titanic.

But for most people, such a dream is just a dream. They will still be "woke up by poverty" the next morning, and then drag their bodies that have not been fully rested to go to work to start a new busy day. This cycle repeats day after day, and life feels dull and boring.

But such a life is still much better than that of children wandering on the streets. Plants grown in wild environments are different from those grown in greenhouses. The cruel environment does not give them much time to be innocent and romantic. Children with parents can beg their parents to buy their favorite toys, but these fatherless and motherless children must find food by themselves to avoid freezing to death or starving to death on the busy streets on Christmas Day like the little match girl.

Felix is ​​also 13 years old, but he is much more mature than other children of the same age. The only time he can show a "childlike innocent smile" is when he wears rich people's clothes or uses things used by rich people. He knows that he got all this by his own "work", and even his parents' current jobs are also because of him. But what he doesn't know is that his life is counting down, which means that his "success" is short-lived. However, there is a British proverb that the sun doesn't always come out, so hurry up to bask in the sun. He doesn't need to consider "long-term" and "eternal".

As for their parents from Eastern Europe, Haji is adapting to the new life anyway. When others are wearing evening gowns, Haji puts on the driver's clothes very consciously. Alessandro can drive a boat but not a car. Haji has even driven a tank, not to mention a stretched car.

The streets in the center of Paris are actually not wide, and it is difficult to expand. Coupled with those stretched cars, traffic jams are common. Holding the banquet earlier can avoid the evening rush hour, and the people attending the party are all rich people, and they don't need to punch in like the working class.

It takes a lot of money to maintain the gilded Versailles. Tourists and ticket fees alone are definitely not enough. How can the taxpayers' money be squandered by the people in power like a king?

France has a high crime rate. Although it is not as high as that in Britain and the United States, thefts often happen. Not every artifact in the Louvre is a national treasure and must be recovered. The salary of the police is so low, and the work is more tiring than that of dogs. They don't even investigate when people are missing, let alone when one or two pieces of rags are stolen. In comparison, the sensation caused by the guy who dressed up as a sculpture and stayed in the Louvre for a day and a night is much more eye-catching.

Why did he do that? Is it performance art or a protester of a certain organization?

When Zodiac appeared, the media also tracked him. Everyone wanted to crack the code he left behind, solve the case before the FBI, and catch this criminal.

This is more like a rabbit-catching game, or a treasure game. People who are trapped in collective thinking will find it difficult to get out of that thinking unless a "devil's advocate" appears.

Moreover, even if the devil's advocate said something, they would not listen. They would not stop until the excitement disappeared or a new stimulus replaced it. At this time, the only agents who still insisted on catching Zodiac were those paid by the federal government and a few people.

Many people would adopt kittens, puppies or other small animals because they liked them for a while, but when the novelty wore off, they would dislike them and abandon them.

It is not difficult for some people to abandon children, even if these children are their own flesh and blood. Social ills need to be corrected, and national progress is achieved in the process of improving ills and ruling, not just sending them to an orphanage as Harry's uncle Vernon said.

In fact, Severus could have used the example of Voldemort murdering baby Harry to prove that some people would believe in prophecies to eliminate "hidden dangers", but Monica and Alessandro were both Muggles. To them, Voldemort was even stranger than the distant Queen of the East. At least they knew Attila, and they were not from the same world, so it was good enough that they could understand.

Years of teaching experience made Severus not as awkward as he was when he was young.

But the person in the mirror no longer had the tight skin he had when he was young, and he even saw that he had white hair. Standing next to the half-blooded Veela, people would suspect that he was her father, and no one would think that he was younger.

"Where is the scar on your neck?" Alessandro said as he tied his tie.

"I covered it with makeup." Severus said, "Do you need help?"

"Yes, thank you." Alessandro stopped fighting with the tie, and Severus reached out to take it, but did not teach Alessandro how to tie a tie.

"Did you understand what Gianluca meant just now?" Severus asked.

"What?"

"Two girls from the United States were kidnapped from their place of residence in Paris. The father of one of the girls rushed to France to rescue her. Fortunately, he was an agent. If he was an ordinary person, there would be no way, and he could only wait for the police to deal with it, but I think the girl had been sold to the Middle East by then. You have to protect your sister before everything gets worse." Severus said in the rustling sound of silk.

"You're overthinking it." Alejandro said.

"Monica only wants to play. You are her only protector, but I think she definitely doesn't want you to protect her. She even thinks she should protect you. You are younger than her, right?" Severus said and tied his bow tie. Alessandro twisted his neck a little uncomfortably.

"He didn't want her to hear it, so he made such a metaphor?" Alessandro asked.

"Like I said, she is not vigilant enough. The city adventurer named Bruni she found today is also untrustworthy. Maybe they will throw us into the maze, so I need you to watch it, understand?"

Alessandro nodded slowly.

"In addition to the reservoir, have you found anything else?" Severus asked.

"If you come to Paris, you will lose something most precious." Alessandro said, "Do you believe it?"

"Who told you?"

"It's written in the magazine, ah!"

Alessandro covered his beaten head and wailed.

"It seems you are ready." Severus smirked.

"There's another thing." Alejandro said, "I heard there's a National Seal Park nearby, which has the same name as the National Seal Line, and the cherry blossoms there are very beautiful."

"Maybe you didn't notice, it's the end of June now, and it's too hot for cherry blossoms." Severus hissed.

"Don't you think it's strange? National Seal Line, National Seal Park." Alejandro said, "It was where Louis XIV held royal banquets, and the French attach great importance to French cuisine."

Severus pondered for a while and asked, "Who told you that?"

"Magazines." Alejandro said and took a half step back.

"You know, 'frog' in English means not only frog, but also railroad switch. Two rails that are almost impossible to meet each other briefly intersect at the switch and then go their separate ways, because from the beginning, their destinations are chosen separately. When the passengers boarded the train, they had already made their choice." Severus stared at the mirror and said, "We can't pretend anymore. You chose your way, and I chose mine."

"What do you mean?"

Severus looked at the Muggle and smiled and said, "Believe me, it is necessary to treat others differently. You are not a saint, and you don't need to be fair to everyone."

Alessandro still didn't seem to understand, and Severus ignored him.

He came to Haji and whispered something to him.

"How do I look?" Monica came to Alessandro in a gray evening dress with great pride.

"Very good." Alessandro said perfunctorily.

Then he was beaten. Coincidentally, Monica hit him in the same place as Severus. Alessandro touched his head, not knowing what he had done wrong.