Durin's Diary

Chapter 614 Setting Sun
Joseph sat on the street corner. With the arrival of spring, Nice, as Sydney's southern port, felt the warmth of spring.

However, as the sky gets darker, the warmth provided by the sun is gradually fading away.

The death of the crown prince was a spectacular event, but the clues were so detailed that no one could find out that there were a few young people who had crawled down from the sewer entrance next to the clock tower. They walked three kilometers and finally left from the exit by the sea.

At this time, Miss Vladimir came over in a wheelchair with a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

She is the backbone of the Nice military orphans. They all have some conflicts with each other. Some think the other is conservative, and some think the other is radical, but everyone thinks that if Miss Vladimir is the one in charge, there will not be so many conflicts.

"You are still the same, liking to sit here." She looked at Joseph and smiled freely.

"It's great here. There's no cold wind in the winter and the sun shines in the spring. To be honest, you shouldn't come out, Miss Vladimir." Joseph muttered as he calmly hid the cigarette box.

The cigarettes cost one dime a box, were strong and hard to smoke, but cheap.

When Joseph was little, he didn't understand why his brothers liked it.

Later, when he grew up and became an older brother in the eyes of his children, he finally understood.

It’s not too late.

"Why didn't I come out? Marseille was so tightly organized that after losing its leader, they lost their core. They haven't recovered in all these years." The girl in the wheelchair smiled at Joseph. "But Nice is different. I have you, Yuri, and many others. You can all replace me at any time."

"No one wants to replace you, Miss Vladimir." Yuri whispered as he pushed the wheelchair.

"This land won't stop without anyone. Let's go." The girl in the wheelchair said with a smile, "Joseph, don't sit like an old man. Get up and walk with Yuri and me."

Joseph stood up and walked outside the wheelchair, looking at the flowers in the girl's arms: "You really plan to give her flowers."

In recent days, I don’t know which unlucky guy came up with the idea to stick a large portrait of the crown prince on the outer wall of the bell tower, and then people started to put flowers and candles there.

There is such a scene in Mr. Du Lin's movie, and everyone has put it into practice.

"Of course I'll send flowers, but the recipient won't be the person in the photo."

The girl said this and looked at Joseph: "Go to Chang Tang Pastry Shop over there and buy some glutinous rice pastries for me."

"Why don't you let Yuri buy it?" Joseph looked at the girl.

"Because I know you have a secret stash of money." The girl replied with a smile.

"That's my cigarette money." Joseph was unhappy.

"Smoke less, you're all pickled." The girl retorted with a smile.

There was no choice but for Joseph to walk to the snack shop across the street.

He pushed the door open and was immediately welcomed by the boss: "Little brother, you are here again today, what do you want to order?"

The middle-aged boss stood up and looked at Joseph with a smile on his face and asked.

At first, Joseph didn't like this middle-aged man who had a professional smile on his face all day long, but he was young at that time. Later, when he grew up, he found that being able to smile so standardly every day was also a skill.

He shouldn't make fun of a man of his ability.

"The same old rules, glutinous rice snacks, three pounds." Joseph said as he heard the sound of a car braking suddenly.

He turned his head and saw that a car had hit Yuri and the fallen wheelchair had crushed the girl.

Some people in windbreakers got out of the car. One of them shot Yuri again, one grabbed the girl's hair, and one squatted in front of her, as if checking something.

Joseph subconsciously wanted to run out, but a big hand grabbed his arm. "Don't go out. That license plate is your Department of Homeland Security's black-edged license plate."

Joseph's eyes widened as he looked at the pastry shop owner, as if he was seeing a completely new him for the first time.

"I'm from Chang Tang. Isn't it normal for me to serve Master Du Lin? They came here to kill people. The car braked only after hitting someone." The middle-aged man grabbed Joseph's arm tightly. "If you go out, you will only add another innocent soul. Survive and avenge them."

The middle-aged boss, who had died young, became extremely cold and ruthless at this moment. He watched the man in the windbreaker torturing Yuri outside the window. The young man's howling could even penetrate Joseph's bones: "They didn't look at you, they all look good. Remember their appearance and her appearance. These are the faces you should never forget in your life. In the days to come, you will live for these faces and their owners."

"...You are right. I will peel off the faces of every one of these people so that I will never forget them in my life."

Joseph looked out the window, at the faces of the men in black windbreakers, at the girl laughing as she looked at the pistol pointed at her, until the gunshot rang out and she fell to the ground.

On the other side, Yuri, who had lost his ability to move, was stabbed and fell in a pool of blood with his neck cut.

Until the end, neither he nor she looked over here once.

Joseph's fingernails dug deep into his palms. Someone began to ask around, and it was obvious that they were looking for him!

"Go through the back door. I'm from Changtang, and they don't dare to do anything to me. But someone must have seen you walk into the store. Your itinerary must have been betrayed, and someone must have reported you. I don't know what you did to deserve such a fatal disaster." The boss said, pointing to the back door.

He drew a revolver from his waist.

"Take it with you, protect yourself, and don't forget to save the last shot for yourself."

"I will never forget your kindness until I die." Joseph took the gun, turned and walked towards the back door.

The boss listened to the door open and close.

He watched as someone pointed this way.

So he pushed open the shop door.

At this moment, the honest middle-aged man once again appeared in the eyes of the world. He smiled flatteringly, as always: "The young man just now ran away through the back door, and I couldn't stop him."

The back door leads to many places. It is the most famous slum area in Nice, with many sewer entrances. If the young man is really stupid enough to be caught, he deserves it.

The man in the windbreaker looked at the young man with freckles who was leading the group.

He shook his head.

So the man in the windbreaker pushed the boss away.

He fell to the ground and listened to the back door being opened again.

What a nasty guest! He didn’t even close the door.

He held his waist and sat up, then stood up again.

Finally, he looked at the bag that was already filled with snacks. He didn't know who had knocked it over, and now the bag and the snacks were scattered on the ground.

The young freckled-faced man walked through the shops, his leather shoes trampling over them.

Gradually, the smile on his face disappeared.

Mr. Yan is right. This world... has always been full of stories. There is nothing new to say.

(End of this chapter)