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Audrey stood by the window, watching the light yellow and iron black mist dissipate quickly, watching the heavy rain that was not winter falling in a majestic manner, and her mood became much calmer.

After an unknown amount of time, she and Susie finally waited until Earl Hall came home.

"Dad, how's it going?" Audrey asked with concern.

Earl Hall gave his coat and hat to the waiter while showing a gentle smile:

"Solved, but the specific process is still unclear. My little princess, you really helped a lot this time. You deserve a ton of medals!"

That's good, that's good... Thanks to Mr. Fool's reminder, and thanks to His Favorite's adventurous investigation... Our Tarot Club once again prevented the evil god from coming, and once again saved the world! Audrey's heart was full

Proud.

Earl Hall took the towel from the maid's hand, wiped his face, and sighed:

"But this time it still caused relatively serious casualties. The smog in Backlund could become so deadly... Although the statistical results have not been released yet, I estimate that more than 10,000 people died in the East District, dock area and factory area.

, and the plague is still spreading, you should try not to go out recently."

More than ten thousand people? This is a number that Audrey can understand but cannot imagine. Only during the float parade every National Day, she can see thousands of people gathering together.

However, this did not prevent her from feeling heavy in her heart and becoming depressed.

…………

Daisy stood outside the apartment, watching doctors and nurses in white coats and large masks entering and carrying out corpses one by one.

She already knew the result, her expression was numb, her eyes were empty, and she subconsciously moved closer to the door.

At this time, the policeman in charge of the cordon stopped her:

"Don't go there, do you want to catch the plague?"

Daisy stopped there, watching the two bodies being carried out, watching her mother Liv hug her sister Freya tightly, watching them being carried to a temporarily commandeered delivery carriage wrapped in black cloth, watching

Covered with white cloth, they disappeared before his eyes.

The carriage drove slowly towards the other end of the street.

At this time, Daisy seemed to wake up from a dream. She turned around, ran quickly, and chased the carriage.

The ground was extremely muddy after the rain. She fell down and got up several times, leaving stains all over her body. However, she still failed to catch up with the carriage and watched it disappear around the corner.

Daisy slowed down, her body swayed slightly, and her expression was extremely dull. She held on to the trees beside the street and stared at the place where the carriage left.

Suddenly, her whole body softened, and a cry escaped from her throat:

"Mother……

"Flea..."

The voice was thin, low, sharp and weak, lingering and endless.

At this moment, in the East District, the dock area, and the factory area, tens of thousands of people were also mourning and crying.

…………

After being fed a whole bottle of specially formulated spiritual stabilizing potion by Dr. Black, Sean's pale face finally looked a little better. He looked at the two people present, one was covered in cold sweat like himself, and the other was already sitting on a chair and starting.

He rolled his eyes and couldn't help laughing.

"I have long said that you need to exercise more and don't rely on taking medicine to regain your strength! Look at my muscles and your thin arms. You almost collapsed during this visit! Hahaha! You are a Sequence 8

Extraordinary people almost collapsed!"

After laughing for a while, he strangely patted something in front of him: "But Feinuo, why is there a streetlight in your clinic?"

The street lamp spoke: "Mr. Sean, I am Admissor."

"Your spiritual overdraft is a bit serious. It seems that you have hallucinated. But there is no danger now. You can just take more rest these days." Dr. Black wiped his sweat. He felt like he had just run a marathon and was so hot.

You have to want to take off your coat and only wear a shirt when the temperature is less than 10 degrees Celsius.

He looked around: "Where did Miss Maria go?"

He asked as he walked upstairs to the clinic. The second floor was already full of patients. The beds and cabinets were all placed aside. The beds and chairs on the floor were filled with weak people one after another. Admissor followed and gave

Oral solutions were distributed to patients one by one.

Doctor Black sighed with emotion:

"With my ability, it would be impossible to prepare a potion that can combat this kind of toxin."

"Thanks to you, Admisor! The Path of Destiny is well-deserved. Those bottles of potion you accidentally knocked down actually turned out to be effective after mixing! Without you, I can only watch everyone die in pain. You are really us

Lucky star!"

Admissor scratched his head in embarrassment, but his mood was slightly depressed: "But there are many patients..."

"That's not your fault (Dr. Black patted Admissor on the shoulder). You have done your best. You touched the potion. Gavin's potions are all in perfect proportions. He will probably brag about it for the rest of his life.

, if you can blow it.”

The little monster scratched his head again, thought for a while, and said rather complicatedly:

“I don’t know how this vicious poisoning incident will be classified by the Kingdom... Miss Maria said that she encountered a Sequence 4 witch, so this should be a terrorist attack by a cult organization, right? I hope that after this incident, the Kingdom

It would be nice to pay a little attention to slum areas like East District and East District...even if there are no subsidies or compensation, there would be some environmental improvement."

As he spoke, Dr. Black approached the patients lying on the bed - these were patients with severe symptoms, and the poisonous mist had severely damaged their respiratory systems. The damage to body organs was fatal, and even the top doctors were unable to do anything.

Unless they can afford the ventilator in the hospital. After checking the conditions of several patients, Dr. Black gradually became depressed.

However, as a doctor, he was used to seeing separations between life and death, let alone in the East District. He tried his best to tell the bad news to several patients who were accompanied by their family members as gently and calmly as possible, and the patients and their families, who had long been numb from pain, also

They did not show excessive sadness. Despite their grief, they accepted the death notice from the doctor. While grateful, they expressed embarrassment that they were short of money and wanted to leave the clinic immediately.

"Lie down a little longer, sir, ma'am."

In this regard, Dr. Black could only sigh secretly: "The patient needs enough rest. You can lie down for another hour. When you have strength, go to a nearby church to pray..."

Then, go home and wait for death, or wait near the church.

Generally, homeless people will choose the latter, because if they go early, they may be able to queue up for the collective requiem in the church earlier.

"Admissor," he greeted, "go boil a pot of water. Be sure to boil it so that the patients can drink some hot water."

"OK."

Admissor ran downstairs, took a full pot of water from the tap, and put it on the stove to boil.

When a small amount of white steam began to emit from the spout, the door of the clinic was pushed open, and Maria walked in with her right arm bandaged and splinted.

Her face was very ugly, even worse than Dr. Black's, but the moment she walked under the light, she controlled her facial expression and tried her best to make a relaxed smile:

"Thank you for your hard work."

She turned to look at Sean: "Have you met your wife and daughter?"

The navigator, who was slumped on Dr. Black's exclusive single sofa, immediately nodded vigorously: "I've seen them before coming here! They are all fine. Mira is still very energetic and asks me for sweets. I am going to leave from Feinuo."

Here are some sugar pills... They are all staying well in our temporary shelter, great, great! Miss Maria, you are the savior of my whole family!"

Maria smiled and nodded: "I also want to say thank you to you on behalf of the unharmed children in the school."

"Next, we have to help Dr. Black avoid being tracked by the Church of Storms. The clinic will be closed for a while and the place will be converted back into a grocery store. I will go up and talk to him later."

Then, she found Admissor who was guarding the kettle and looking here: "By the way, it seems that the matter is over. Do you want to buy a ticket back to Tingen now? It's still too late."

Admissor shook his head: "Alia has gone back. I will stay here this year. I think everyone..."

He looked around the room and looked at the exhausted people.

"I think maybe everyone needs some good luck," he said politely.

Maria couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Gavin, the collapsed living corpse, uttered a burst of unexplained murmurs, and the atmosphere in the room became much lighter.

The water boiled and the lid began to beat. Admissor quickly took the kettle and put it aside. He also took out the disposable paper cup and prepared to wait for it to cool before serving it up.

Aaliyah...Daisy...Maria sighed, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Gavin and Sean had already started chatting, joking about how long the big shots would let the East End issue stay on the front pages of newspapers, how many powerful-sounding but meaningless debates the congressmen would use this time to hold, and what would happen next.

No matter how many charitable funds are established, how many can be distributed to the East District. Admissor brought each of them a hot glass of water to warm their hands.

Two grown men were lying on the sofa talking nonsense, making the narrow reception area on the first floor of the clinic very crowded. Maria was about to sit down and rest for a while, but Gavin quickly moved his legs to make way for him.

"Gavin, how much money do we have left this year?" she asked.

The living corpse who is not responsible for accounting but often claims and reimburses scratches his head: "Shouldn't I ask Ms. Yalian about this?"

"..." Maria's lips twitched, "I gave her a holiday, and she died of illness at home along with her little grandson."

"Well……"

"Forget it, I really shouldn't ask you."

Maria sighed and looked at Admissor again: "Mr. Machine, do you still remember how much balance we have this month?"

Admissor immediately reported a series of figures: "There are forty-five pounds six soles and two pence left in the funds this month. It is expected that after all wages are paid, there will be three and a half pounds left." He hesitated, "But I don't know.

…How many people can get these wages…”
To be continued...