Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

"Then be gentle, I still need to ask some questions."

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

Chapter 2023 Innocence 08-02-12 00:02:

Alyosha proved through her actions that fists can also be an effective form of communication.

A punch to the face and a punch to the abdomen, the reporter lay on the ground with a bruised face and nose, bent like a shrimp, his body twitching, gasping for breath, tears mixed with nosebleed flowing down, his mouth unable to speak properly:

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything."

"Bah, you spineless thing." Alyosha spat and walked aside with disdain.

Miss White Wolf originally only intended to ask about the whereabouts of the military police, but after hearing the other party's "telling everything", she changed her mind on the spot: "When was the first time you came to the scene?"

"Yesterday, last night."

"You came with the military police?"

"We came together."

"Did you write that news this morning?"

"It was me. I wrote it early this morning and it was printed this morning."

"Tell me what happened to this case?" White Wolf asked calmly. "By the way, you must have some paper and pen with you."

"What, paper, pen and paper? I don't have any..."

The reporter avoided his gaze and replied tremblingly. Alyosha saw this and immediately stepped forward, grabbed the reporter by the collar, and almost pressed his cheek against the reporter's face:

"You're still trying to be cunning at this time. Be honest."

"I'll pay it, I'll pay it, please don't, don't hit me, don't hit me."

The reporter hurriedly pulled out a notebook from his bosom, and then took out a fountain pen from his trouser pocket, and handed it to Bai Lang in a flattering manner: "Pen, the notebook is my press release, and it needs to be returned tomorrow and published in the newspaper. After you have read it, can you, return it to me?"

Miss White Wolf ignored the other party and turned directly to the latest pages of her notebook, quickly browsing through them. Then, her face darkened.

"Is the above news true?" She stared at the reporter coldly.

"Yes, it's true." The reporter said anxiously, "When I was cleaning the scene today, I found the victim's recorder. What I deduced from the recorder is absolutely true."

"What does it say?" Alyosha asked curiously.

"Two things, a detailed description of what happened, and a press release to be released. This was originally a robbery, and the victims had intended to hand over their belongings to get out of trouble, but the robbers suddenly became attracted to the women, which led to a conflict between the two sides, and in the end, all the civilians were killed."

After listening to Miss White Wolf's brief explanation, Alyosha's face also turned ugly.

"Where is the recorder?" asked White Wolf.

"Here, here, I secretly hid it in order to get exclusive information. If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself." The reporter took out a recorder from his pocket.

Bai Lang picked up the recorder, put it to his ear and listened for a while, then turned it off and continued to ask calmly. "Do you know who the murderer is?"

"Yes, no, I don't know." The reporter said sadly, "Logically, I shouldn't know, but the military and police said that the murderer is from the slums."

"The following press release was entirely written by you?"

"Yes."

"Do you have a copy?"

"No, no."

"Is there one or not?" Alyosha roared on behalf of the white wolf. The reporter was so scared that he shivered and almost cried again.

"Master, sir, the ink is not dry yet. I just finished writing it this afternoon. How can I have time to make a copy?"

Miss White Wolf carefully examined the handwriting on the notes, believing what the other party said, and then tore off the relevant paper.

"Was it known beforehand that one of the victims was the Baron's daughter?"

"No, I don't know. We originally thought they were all commoners. Later, after investigating their identities, we found out that one of them happened to be the daughter of a baron. The baron had no money or power, and his daughter had always stayed with the commoners."

"But your press release clearly states that the infected bandits had long planned to launch this terrorist attack in order to defile the noble lady."

"Master, this, hey, newspapers, newspapers have to be written like that, so that people will like to read it."

Before Miss White Wolf could say anything, Alyosha angrily swung her fist and hit the reporter hard in the face. The latter's body flew into the air in an instant, then hit the ground heavily, rolling twice before stopping.

"Bastard, you want to kill everyone in this slum!" Alyosha rushed forward angrily and raised his fist again, but was stopped by the White Wolf.

"Alyosha, wait a moment, let me ask you a few more questions."

Of course she understood Alyosha's anger.

The more you understand the aristocratic system of Ursus, the more you will understand the terrible power of this kind of news. It is using the hands of the infected to severely humiliate the entire aristocratic group. Once announced, the effect will inevitably be sensational, and the consequences will not be as simple as a bloodbath in Ebony Town.

Before that, the newspapers had mentioned the words "Integration Movement"...

Sometimes, people are shocked to find that major events that could change the fate of millions of people are actually controlled by an unknown little person at a certain time.

If Alyosha had listened to the advice and left without following the White Wolf's lead, she would never have been able to reach the scene before dark, and would not have met the reporter or gotten the press release.

If White Wolf plans to go back to Koros City after talking to the Marquis...

If White Wolf had missed this piece of news when he was watching the news this morning...

Any mistake in any link may lead to catastrophic consequences, and all the coincidences woven together make the uncertain reality seem eerie and terrifying.

However, she has already grasped the most crucial thing in her hands.

White Wolf pulled reporter Wolper to sit up. The latter covered his cheek, glanced at Alyosha, and immediately shuddered.

"Why do the military police think the murderer is in the slums? Do they have evidence?" White Wolf continued to ask.

"No, no, whatever the adults say is what it is."

"I saw footprints leading deep into the mountains. Why didn't the military and police team follow them?"

"The adults never investigate. If there is any problem, they can go to the ghetto."

"Has it always been like this?"

"One. Always."

“So after they left the scene, they went straight to the slums?”

"Yes Yes."

"You just heard what my friend said. The article you wrote will kill everyone in the slum. Do you understand?"

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me. Someone else told me to write it that way. The military police department directed me to do it. He wanted to do it that way a long time ago."

"He told you that himself?"

"No, but I understand, I understand what he means, sir, please, I am innocent, sir, I, I will die if I don't obey."

"You secretly hid the recorder without telling the military and police team."

"Yes Yes."

"You want to make a big story and let people know your name."

The reporter came to his senses and began to tremble, his eyes wide open and he was speechless.

White Wolf stood up, glanced at the press release in his hand, and said coldly:

"Are you really innocent?"

A terrible premonition surged into the reporter's brain. He fell to the ground, broke down and cried, and kept trying to hold the white wolf's feet: "Yes, I am, I am really innocent, I have never killed anyone, never done anything bad, and I have never even touched a knife in my life."

Chapter 2023 Life 08-03-12 00:02:

The earth was covered with dusk. It took White Wolf and Alyosha about an hour to go down the mountain and arrive at Ebony Town.

This was the first time that White Wolf came to the town. The town was quite large, with an estimated population of two to three thousand. After all, it brought together the infected and poor people from the entire city, so it was normal to have a large population.

The air was filled with the smell of rust and post-disaster cigarette ash. On the simple, bumpy streets, pedestrians walked with their heads down, like helpless wandering souls. Their eyes were filled with fear, and they might be frightened by certain sounds or shadows at any time.

The military police came to the town during the day, did some things, and have now left. Tomorrow, they will come again in armored vehicles.

The White Wolf followed closely behind Alyosha, who walked quickly through the narrow and smelly streets, looking for her 'business partner'.

They entered a run-down tavern, a basement selling old daily necessities, and a living room that was half stone and half tent...

Along the way, Alyosha forced himself to smile, greeted those who looked frightened, asked different people about the situation, and said mostly meaningless comforting words that everyone knew.

In the dim light, the dull air almost suffocates people.

The two left the slums and went to the place where the car was hidden. Alyosha kept her head down and remained silent the whole time.

She visited nine people in total and met four of them. Of the other five, two were taken away by the military police, two fled and were missing, and one had disappeared many days ago.

Alyosha lit a bonfire and took out water and biscuits from the carriage and shared them with the White Wolf.

"The food is not tasty. Please be more particular."

White Wolf took the food and said, "It's okay, as long as it can fill my stomach."

After the simple dinner, Alyosha tore off a piece of linen and carefully wiped the blood stains on the chain in the light of the fire. The White Wolf silently observed each other on the side.

Perhaps noticing the White Wolf's gaze, Alyosha's movements became slower and slower, until he stopped completely.

“Miss.” She looked at the chains, the flickering flames on her face. “You saw it all today. I’m not a good person. If it happens again, I will do the same thing.”

"That's what he deserved. He should have thought this day would come when he used that pen to play with human lives."

Alyosha put her forehead on her knees and lay there in silence for a long time. After a while, she raised her head, threw the blood-stained cloth into the fire, and watched it twist and burn.

"Thank you," she said.

“In fact, you have a very special relationship with the slums.” White Wolf whispered.

"You finally figured it out." Alyosha nodded with a wry smile.

"The way you addressed the military and police, your familiarity with the slums, your resentment towards that reporter, and the attitude of the people of Ebony Town towards you are enough to prove this point."

"You are like the Longmen police officer in the movie. The thieves' actions cannot be hidden from your eyes."

"I'm not a police officer, and you're not a thief. Even if I were a police officer, I wouldn't want to catch a thief like you."

Alyosha smiled and said, "You look weak, but there is something about you that makes people feel at ease."

"Alyosha, you can actually say such a thing." Miss White Wolf added a piece of firewood and smiled to ease the atmosphere. "Tell me about yourself."

"You want to know?"

“I’m curious that you’re a city person, yet you have such strong connections with the ghetto.”

“That would be a long story.”

"We have no shortage of time now."

"I grew up in an orphanage. Almost everyone in the orphanage ended up in the slums. Basically, everyone I grew up with," Alyosha pointed in the direction of Ebony Town, "is in the slums."

"Why are you different?"

"I guess you may doubt that I'm working hard to improve myself, but I'm not, not at all. When I was thirteen, the orphanage was demolished and turned into a golf course for the nobility. The lives of the children were definitely not as important as the golf of the nobles, so we were all driven into the slums.

"At that time, the slums were not completely separated from the city, so we started to be gangsters in the slums. Many children couldn't adapt and died not long after. In those years, I did a lot of bad things to survive. In the end, because I was good at fighting, I was taken to the underground to fight black boxing and barely made a living.

"Later I found out that I really like boxing. Others may have various reasons to do black boxing, but I don't. I really like it. I don't know how much money I made for my boss, but I only know that other black boxing bosses want to poach me, so my boss gave me higher and higher salaries.

"A few years later, the slums were forcibly relocated, and I used the money I had saved to buy an old house in the city. I also found someone to get a full set of identity documents for me, so I was able to make it.

“Although the slums have been removed, the black boxing matches have never stopped. Many of those who go to watch are respectable people. They pretend to wear sunglasses and masks to make themselves unrecognizable, and then go to the underground boxing ring to gamble.

"One day, when it was my turn to go on stage, the boss suddenly found me and asked me to lose on purpose. Of course I wouldn't agree. I didn't fight for money, and I wasn't short of money at the time, so I beat up my opponent.

“The boss didn’t say a word, but then I started to have bad luck. I was investigated by various people and was exposed for fighting illegal underground black boxing. In short, it was all over and I couldn’t go boxing anymore.

"I thought the boss was deliberately picking on me, but later I realized that the mastermind was actually a noble in the city. He wanted a lackey who could only fight, and he specifically set his sights on me, so he tried to force me away. As soon as I was free, he sent someone to look for me.

"I hate nobles the most in my life, but I also know that nobles are not easy to mess with, so I wanted to refuse them in a nice way. What I didn't expect was that the people he sent would be so excessive that they would ask you to be a dog and you would have to kneel down and bite the collar with tears of gratitude.

“I think I endured it for a hundred years, but then I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I beat up the guy he sent and threw him out of the window.

"Later, I lost my house, my money, everything, and became a nobody, hiding in a friend's basement.

“My luck seems to have always been good. That noble suddenly moved away on his own initiative. I don’t care where he moved to. Once he left, no one else bothered to care about me.

"I went to see my former boss and wanted to continue boxing, but he said it was no longer possible. Maybe it was because of our old friendship or maybe he felt guilty, so he gave me some money and we stopped doing business.