"Simon, is this the report you intend to submit to the regional management office?"

"Yes, Lord Rasma. This report has actually been submitted to the region, but the region management office has not processed it. I submitted it to the Whip of Order, but after submitting it, I failed to get any response.

Respond."

Rasma flipped through the report in her hand with a smile on her face and said with a smile:

"So, you take this opportunity to hand over this report to me?"

"Yes, Lord Rasma, because my subordinates believe that Judge Dis is suspected of abusing the "Ordinance of Order". According to the handling report he submitted afterwards, it can be said that he barely concealed it. It can be seen that he is deliberately exaggerating

The attack on the target had a great impact on the social order of Luojia City and directly interfered with the mayoral election in Luojia City."

"A local financial group spokesman died, a reporter died, a councilman died, a mayoral candidate died, four people died."

"He died overnight, and there was also a middle-level member of the Berry Cult. Of course, he deserves to die."

"Are they conspiring together?"

"Yes, this is confirmed based on the report submitted by Judge Dis and the subordinate's own verification. They did conspire together using the ability of the middle-level Berry cultist."

"Well, so are there any questions?"

"My subordinates believe that there are conditions under which Judge Dis's handling could be more calm while minimizing the negative impact, but Judge Dis' did not choose to do so."

"As a human being, you will always understand when you are in a bad mood."

"But……"

"There's nothing better to do. Even if you hand this report over to me, it's still useless. Will you accuse a person of killing innocent people just because he killed a few ants while walking?"

"My subordinates feel that this analogy should not be made."

"It shouldn't be compared like this. It's unfair to people. Because he walks normally, which is actually the best way to maintain order. He even doesn't resist order and knows how to read out the "Order of Order" before doing things. After doing things,

Even knowing how to submit a report is enough to move the relevant person in charge of the district and even the general association to tears."

"Subordinate..."

"Have you met Dis?"

"Yes, my subordinate is responsible for delivering documents from the regional management office to the surrounding areas these days. I have met with Judge Dis several times, and even handed over an imitation Source of Sin copper coin from him."

"Then what kind of person do you think Dis is? Put aside this report."

"He is a very rigorous and serious judge. Putting aside the improper handling of this report, Judge Dis's professional level and responsible level are higher than the average level of other local judges that I know today."

"Ah That's good."

Rathma handed the report back to Simon, the leader of the Whip of Order standing in front of him.

"Lord Rasma, does this report need to be destroyed?"

"No, you can keep it and collect it first. Such small mistakes, even small mistakes that cannot be counted as small mistakes, cannot bring down an elephant, but if one day the elephant really falls, these can

Take it out and pour some sewage on the elephant's body.

Okay, you can go and go about your business."

"My subordinates resign."

Simon respectfully left the rooftop of the hotel building.

The great priest Rasma, with his short hair and neatly trimmed beard, stood here alone for a long time.

"well……"

Rasma spread her hands and rubbed her face vigorously until her face turned red.

"I've been trying my best to restrain myself, but there's really no way, Dis.

Every time I hear your name, I can't control my emotions.

Especially when I came to your city, this emotion has been haunting me."

Rasma took out a small knife from her cuff, with a bead rope attached to one end of the knife's handle;

immediately,

He walked down the building while swinging the bead rope.

When he walked out of the lobby on the first floor, Rasma, who was previously dressed in solemn black attire, turned into an old man wearing a worn-out leather jacket. The small dagger shaking and the naughty mouth corners made him look like an old man.

Rogue image.

He just walked in the city. He didn't walk very fast. He walked slower than a lady who was addicted to shopping and didn't buy anything.

But his figure superimposed quickly, as if he appeared at the end of the street at first, and the next moment, he appeared on the street.

he is taking a walk,

He is relaxing;

On weekdays, it takes nearly 30 rupees to take a taxi, which he quickly saved.

The soles of his rubber boots stepped into the puddles under his feet, splashing a lot of sewage.

In front of you is Kuangjing Street, the most famous flea market in Luojia City.

There are dense crowds and complex personnel here. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the most lively place in the entire Luojia City, but it cannot match the prosperity.

Rasma took a deep breath,

Yes,

right here.

He needs this kind of place, where he can recall his childhood and where he can gain inner peace.

He walked to a pastry shop;

There are many dim sum shops with small facades like this on Kuangjing Street. The dim sum shop has only one door and short eaves. Under the glass counter next to it, there is basically only a plate of the cheapest chicken cakes.

Some dim sum shops are reluctant to put even one plate, only two or three, and it is visible to the naked eye that they have already become moldy.

It has never been sold, but I am too lazy to replace it. A few chicken cakes are conscientiously acting as the most persistent old actors in the cabinet.

Luojia City prohibits the pornographic industry. To be precise, the entire Ruilan City prohibits the pornographic industry.

But the prohibition is a legal prohibition. In terms of social atmosphere, Rui Lan, which has always been influenced by Wayne, still maintains a certain degree of openness. In addition, this industry has always had clear market demand;

Because of this, new presentation models have generally formed in Rui Lan, such as... dim sum shops.

From the dim sum shops that exist in the form of densely packed small workshops in Kuangjing Street to the large shops with exquisite and splendid doors in the city, all they have "catering licenses".

Customers come into my store to buy snacks, which are filled with my "love" and strong "artisan spirit" flavor, so the price is much more expensive than ordinary snacks;

But one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, right?

After the customer bought the snacks, I, as a clerk, got to know the customer. We chatted for a while, and our relationship quickly heated up. We instantly confirmed the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend, and then I couldn't help but think about things that should happen between lovers;

After what happened, the relationship quickly broke down and we broke up again.

But love is difficult to completely cut off, and disconnection is the real normal state. So the next time my ex shows up at the door of my shop again, as long as I buy another snack, our relationship will be rekindled immediately.

Dalot, one of the greatest poets in Luojia history, once wrote this in a poem he wrote when he was middle-aged:

"My youth has long been stored in the dim sum shop in my hometown. I know very well that even when I am old, I can still come here to relive my lost youth."

Rasma came to the door of a small snack shop. The plate of chicken cakes on the counter was still fresh;

A woman was sitting on a small bench knitting a sweater. She looked up and saw Rasma standing at the door.

She put down her needlework, stood up, opened her coat, and showed off her figure.

Rasma took a look, smiled, took out five one-hundred-rupee notes and put them on the counter.

The woman frowned slightly: "Baotian?"

Rasma sighed and sighed: "Is it so expensive?"

The woman shook her head: "You misunderstood, there is no need for so much, I have to go home to help the children with their homework in the evening."

"Just this afternoon."

"Okay, come in, but if you take a few away and take them back, it will be too much including tips."

"Need not."

Rasma pulled out the plate containing chicken cakes from the cabinet. There were exactly five chicken cakes in it. He picked up one, took a bite, and walked in.

The woman skillfully lowered the door panel of the shop door.

It was very dark inside, so the woman turned on the light and it turned on.

It's a bit shabby, just a bed, a worn-out sofa, a squatting pit and a water pipe that doesn't even have a nozzle.

Rasma lay down on the bed, and the woman sat down next to him, stretched out her hand to massage his legs, and asked:

"Have you been drinking?"

Rasma shook her head.

The woman was relieved.
To be continued...