The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

The pistol lay forever in the inside pocket of Kemp's clothes. He transformed himself into a newspaper boy and walked through the streets and alleys of Lavis, fantasizing that one day he would meet the murderer who killed his father.

Then, he was shot to death.

"One day..."

"..."

Walking on the muddy road in the alley, Kemp found his destination with ease: a slightly short bungalow. In his hand was a bag of food he bought from the city of Lavis. Although the food looked average in quality, it was still quite rich.

"Cough cough..."

After clearing his throat slightly, Kemp pushed open the door of the bungalow and shouted:

"Jessica, here I come!"

"Little Camp!"

Hearing Kemp's voice, a girl ran from the house into the yard, stepped barefoot into the mud, and stirred up some muddy waves. The girl ran to Kemp, as if to hug him, but Kemp dodged her.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful!"

Kemp protected the bag in his hand and looked at Jessica with a little caution.

"This is my salary from three days of delivering newspapers. Don't drop it!"

"Okay, okay, cheapskate," Jessica said cheerfully, her short light blue hair swaying slightly, "Mom, Kemp is here! He brought the ingredients, so we can cook!"

"okay."

A female voice responded from the house. Jessica smiled and reached out to grab the bag from Kemp's hand, but Kemp dodged:

"I'll go get the ingredients to Auntie," Kemp hugged his bag tightly, very alert, "you go get the firewood!"

"You're so stingy," the girl pouted slightly, and walked away uninterested, "Little Camp stingy, stingy..."

"Daredevil...Alas..."

Kemp sighed slightly and walked into the bungalow. It was a small house with simple furniture piled up in the narrow space. The only valuable thing in the house was probably the old TV that was about to fall apart. Kemp walked carefully through the narrow space and soon found the small kitchen.

"Auntie, I'm here."

"Hey, little brat, you're so hardworking," a woman in a headscarf in the kitchen turned her head slightly, a smile blooming on her wrinkled face, "How was the city? Did you get into trouble?"

"It's still the same, but there are more people coming in recently, probably because of the [competition] or something," Kemp muttered as he placed the ingredients he bought on the stove. "Aunt Enlia, are you feeling well lately?"

"It's the same as always," Enlia smiled, her face kind, "Okay, go help Xiaoxi, I'll cook you a big meal right away."

"Thank you for your hard work, auntie."

Kemp smiled at Aunt Enlia, then turned around, tiptoed through the narrow furniture, and returned to the hall.

Ever since Kemp escaped to the slum called "Skinny Lane", he has been taken care of by Aunt Enlia, who grew up with him. Enlia's daughter Jessica is his childhood sweetheart. A group of people depend on each other on the edge of the world, and a family-like bond has already been born.

But the current situation is not that easy.

When he met Enlia just now, Kemp noticed the bandage on her right wrist: through the gap in the bandage, he saw blue crystals, even with blood inlaid in them.

She couldn't hold on for much longer, this thought flashed through Kemp's mind subconsciously, but he quickly dismissed it.

No, there is always a way.

When they arrived at the courtyard, Kamp met Jessica head-on who was holding firewood. He shared half of the firewood with Jessica, and then the two of them went to the boiler room with the firewood and started to make a fire.

While making complicated preparations, Jessica and Kemp chatted about many things. For example, the eldest son of the Bowen family in the next alley owed a few bills for drinking after fooling around outside, and was chased through three or four alleys and beaten; for example, the soldiers of Lavis began to impose martial law on the nearby jungle to prevent anyone from causing trouble during the competition. After Jessica finished speaking, Kemp talked about a lot of things he had seen and heard in the city in the past few days, including a sister he met when delivering newspapers to the "Steam Pipe" Youth Hostel: white hair and red eyes, looked very beautiful, but had a very bad personality.

"Where's Yu? How is he doing lately?" Kamp asked Jessica who was making a fire nearby.

"Same old, staying in the bell tower every day. I don't know why he likes that bell tower," Jessica muttered softly, "His broken thing is about to fall apart, but he still looks around the bell tower every day..."

“Maybe he wants to participate in the [competition], hahahaha…”

Kemp blurted out subconsciously, then froze for a moment and immediately changed the subject. He did not talk to Jessica about the competition anymore. After listening to what the pink-haired sister said, he was very hesitant.

It is better to kill this idea as soon as possible, Kemp thought.

Soon, with the joint efforts of the three, a large pot of stew was placed on the small table in the middle of the living room: fresh lamb plus a few slices of orange peel for removing the fishy smell, a little bit of soy sauce that Kemp brought back, and finally a sprinkle of pepper, it became a pot of lamb soup.

They took small bowls and used spoons to scoop up the mutton and soup from the pot, then began to eat the meat and drink the soup happily. Jessica looked like a wolf eating, not like a girl at all, but like a tomboy, which made Kemp feel ashamed.

But he could understand that in Shouma Lane, let alone eating meat, it was already good enough to have three meals a day.

"Eat slowly," Kemp looked at the meat stains at the corners of Jessica's mouth with disdain, and wiped them with a rag, "Can you at least act like a girl?"

"No, no, image is not as important as food!" Jessica refused, then took another big bite, with meat stains all over the corners of her mouth again.

"Really..." Kemp sighed helplessly, "Let's see how you're going to get married in the future."

"I will definitely get married! What do you care~"

When talking about getting married, Jessica raised her head slightly, her eyes full of stars.

"When I get married, I want to wear a white wedding dress like the one worn by Wilkins! It's so beautiful, like a fairy from heaven!"

"The Wilkins are not good people," Kemp said with a gloomy look on his face. "That thing is very troublesome to wear, and it's white, which looks like the color of a dead person."

"Marriage is the grave of love. If you put on a red rose, everything will be fine." Jessica winked playfully. "As for it being hard to wear, you can help me put it on. I'll invite you to be my best man then."

"No, I won't go if you get married." Kemp turned his head away slightly.

"Hey~ Are you jealous~" Jessica touched Kemp's nose with the tip of her index finger, causing Kemp to shrink back slightly.

"I didn't!"

"You must be jealous. Look at your face, it's dark."

"Idiot... it's not because of this..."

"Hey, little brat, why don't you marry Jessica?" Aunt Enlia suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two. She narrowed her eyes and smiled gently, "It's been so long, and you two have a good relationship, why don't you just..."

"The relationship is not good!" The two people refuted Enlia's words almost in unison, making her laugh stumblingly.

"Hahahaha... Look, isn't this great~"

Enlia smiled softly, and the mutton soup in the bowl in her hand leaked out slightly as her body trembled, spilling onto the table. The bandaged right hand looked a little stiff, as if it had been petrified.

"I won't live long. I'll be relieved to see Xiaoxi being entrusted to a reliable man before I die..."

"Mom, don't talk nonsense."

Jessica's face became a little worried, and the sharp-eyed Kemp had already discovered something was wrong: not long after the meal started, white foam suddenly appeared at the corners of Enlia's mouth. It was not meat foam, but...

"Xiao...Xiaoxi..." Enlia's shoulders were trembling slightly. Kemp had already stood up and quickly walked around to her side.

"Aunt Enlia!"

After a sudden twitch, Enlia's legs kicked straight up, and she half-lay on the sofa, violently. Jessica was shocked, she didn't know what to do for a moment, she just murmured softly:

"Mom! Mom!"

"Help her onto the bed, quick!"

It happened suddenly, and Kemp grabbed Enlia's back and lifted her up. Jessica was slightly stunned, and quickly helped, and together with Kemp, she carried Enlia to the room.

When she was lifted up, the bandage on Enlia's wrist finally fell off, and Kemp was able to see the condition of her wrist for the first time:

The place where the wrist should have been had long been replaced by bloodshot blue crystals.

......

1) Rain Addict (Part 5)

After putting Aunt Enlia on the bed, Kemp asked Jessica to apply a head massage to her, and he quickly ran out of the house to the nearest clinic to find a doctor.

Along the way, he tried his best not to think about anything and just quickened his pace.

Although Shouma Lane was remote and poor, it also had senior doctors from the Federation stationed there. When the doctor with a raised nose was persuaded by Kemp to come to Jessica's house, Enlia's breath was already very weak.

The doctor quickly took out a bunch of equipment from the toolbox and began to examine Enlia's wrist that was corroded by crystals. His brows were furrowed and his nose was upturned so high that Kemp even doubted whether he was looking carefully.

Soon, he took out a box of ointment from the medicine box. He first used a knife to slightly cut the hardened skin, then squeezed the ointment on the wound, and gently spread it with tweezers and cotton. After doing all this, the doctor wrapped the wound with a new bandage, clapped his hands, and the job was done.

"Okay, this will provide some temporary relief."

After a while, Enlia's breathing did become much calmer, and she held Jessica's hand tightly, as if she was holding on to a life-saving straw.

"Who is in charge?" The doctor turned and looked at Kemp and Jessica who were waiting anxiously on the side.

Jessica didn't answer. She squeezed Enlia's hand tightly and kept muttering something.

So, Kemp took the initiative to stand up:

"I."

"It's a late stage of carpal tunnelitis," the doctor's words made Kemp's heart skip a beat. "Unless you do a large-scale resection, there's basically no cure."

"Can't it be cured with medicine?" Kemp was a little anxious.

"It can only relieve the pain. It's fine to use this thing to delay it for a few more months. If it lasts longer, it won't work."

The doctor handed the ointment to Kemp. When Kemp was about to take it, he retracted his hand:

"It costs money. I'm not providing free medical treatment."

Kemp sighed slightly, searched his pockets, and gave all the money he earned from selling newspapers to the doctor. The doctor took the money and counted it carefully, and nodded after confirming that it was correct.

"I'll be honest. The hospitals that can accurately remove crystal carpal lesions are mostly in Weiser. The medical expenses are not affordable for ordinary people. If you don't want the old lady to suffer, send her away early."

"You!" Kemp clenched his fists excitedly, "What did you say..."

"Don't get excited," the doctor waved his hand, then stood up and packed up his things. "This is the most practical advice. Most people who come out of the mines have some kind of disease, and I've never seen a good cure."

After saying that, the doctor waved his hand and left Jessica's house as if fleeing.

Before the figure disappeared, Kemp heard the doctor sigh.

"Damn it...at least don't let me see it."

Kemp looked at Jessica, who was standing by Enlia's bed. Although she looked dazed, she clearly heard every word the doctor said. Tears slid down her cheeks, causing Kemp to feel a pang of pain.

But...what can they do? They are already abandoned by the world when they live in Shouma Lane. The "senior doctors" who are stationed nearby by the Federation as a superficial project are just there to get by. How can they really change the fate of the poor?

In the end, everything turns to ashes in the dust, covered by mud, carrying the civilization built on it.

The great Academi Federation.

"..."

The atmosphere in the room was very gloomy. Jessica just leaned against Enlia's bed and sobbed slightly, as if she had lost the ability to speak. Kemp clenched his fists and trembled with gritted teeth.

We finally got together to have a meal of meat, why did it suddenly turn out like this?

Why should Aunt Enlia die?

Why don’t poor people have the right to survive?

Kemp recalled a report he had read in the newspaper, which probably explained the origin and symptoms of crystal wrist inflammation: This is an inflammation caused by infection of Vo1d crystals. The general way of infection is that broken crystals pierce the body. If they are not cleaned in time, they will cause infection. The symptoms of infection are hardening of the wrist, and in severe cases, it may even gradually crystallize, accompanied by various physiological symptoms including but not limited to fever, fainting, vomiting, headache, etc.

And this is just the beginning. Once crystal wrist inflammation develops to a certain stage, the blue crystals will drain the patient's blood and inhibit blood regeneration. When the entire blue crystal turns blood red, the patient's life will come to an end.

The lesions of crystal carpal tunnel syndrome can appear anywhere on the body, but since most patients are miners in mines, the infected area is generally between the wrist and the fingertips, hence the name crystal carpal tunnel syndrome.

Every year, there are a large number of new patients with crystal wrist inflammation in the Federation, and most of them cannot get good care - that is the privilege of the rich, and the poor do not have that capital. Most of the dismissed miners spend the rest of their lives in the slums, and eventually face their own death that matches their status.

Even after they died, the federals did not allow patients with crystal wrist inflammation to be buried, but instead transported them away for "centralized processing."

Kemp was very angry when he thought that Aunt Enlia would also be sent to centralized processing after her death.

Why, why should he witness all this?

Why should he endure such a life stained by mud?

He clenched his fists, and the previous thought flashed through his mind again.

What if... you could compete?

If I can get a rank, then I can...

Helping Aunt Enlia treat her illness is the first priority, and secondly, on this basis...can he live a better life?

Kemp remembered the days when his father was still alive, and he had vague memories of his childhood. He had a good life and lived a carefree life, so why did he need to struggle in the mud like he was now?

He didn't want to live like this anymore, he wanted to live a better life.

And...yes, it's mainly to treat Aunt Enlia, that's it.

For some unknown reason, Kemp patted Jessica's back gently. After looking into the girl's tearful eyes, he motioned for her to step aside and talk.