I became the golden finger of the indigenous people

Chapter 23 23. I don't pick up customers during the day, please go back!
West End, Northumborg.

Downtown area.

"Master Smith..."

"Kurt, call me Brando—now I'm Brando, a history buff; and you, my classmate!"

"Okay, Brando!"

Kurt was kind.

You are the boss, you pay the wages...

Of course, you have the final say!
"very good!"

Smith nodded with satisfaction: "Go on!"

"According to Dr. Herbert's family: Ever since Dr. Herbert returned from exploring the ruins, his whole personality has changed drastically, and he rarely goes home..."

"According to the investigation, there are two other people who entered the ruins with Dr. Herbert: Craig and Tal."

"Tal is a theologian and has no family. Shortly after returning from the ruins, he mysteriously disappeared..."

"What's interesting is that even with our strength, we can't trace the slightest clue!"

"And Craig, a historian."

"After he returned from the ruins, about two months later, he went crazy!"

"As for the time of death, it was about three months ago..."

"Coincidentally, Craig's wife is in our Northumborg right now. According to your instructions, we are going to visit her now!"

As Crow spoke, he led the way ahead.

"It's very weird! The three people who went to explore the ruins either went crazy, disappeared, or changed their personalities..."

Smith rubbed his chin, thinking.

"really!"

Kuro had lingering fears on his face: "Fortunately, that relic has disappeared!"

Yes, just disappear!
Not damaged, not collapsed...

Literally: literally gone!

If it wasn't confirmed by multiple parties, before the three of them explored the ruins, it did exist...

Smith would have thought it was a hoax!
If before...

He may also be shocked by this 'unscientific event'.

But now, after experiencing the zombie outbreak and the turntable of doomsday, Smith can accept it calmly.

"Right now, Craig's wife is almost the only clue!"

Smith asked, "What do you know about this man?"

"Awful!"

Kuro's expression was exaggerated: "It's hard for you to imagine that the wife of a historian and a university professor is actually a dancer... It's really embarrassing!"

"Is it?"

Smith said, and snapped his fingers: "Kote, here, you don't need to use honorific names, just call them normally!"

As he hurried on his way, he looked around.

Under the dim light, there are prostitutes begging for money by cursing like shrews, drunkards who talk big, and children who rob passers-by and run away...

In the shadows where the lights can't reach, more crimes are happening every moment.

Chaos, disorder!
Smith frowned.

Speaking of...

This was his first time in downtown.

When it comes to the lower city, we have to talk about the history of Northumborg:
Fort Northen, originally an underground nuclear fortress, has been expanded by the Northon family from generation to generation...

Up to now, there are more than 20 square kilometers.

What concept?
Almost equivalent to a county!
Such a large area is divided into: the upper city, the middle city, and the lower city.

Uptown is the Northam family, other nobles, and some big capitalists, who have brought a lot of resources and are the controllers of the entire Northumborg;
Midtown is the backbone, doctors, scientists, senior electricians...these people maintain the operation of Northumborg;

In the lower city, the lucky ones sneaked in!
Yes!

You heard that right: the lucky ones!

Zombies are raging outside...

Only a very small number of people retreated from the federal organization!
Most of the rest were left in the city where loss was raging, and they lingered...

Not only have to try their luck to find food, but live a life of hungry and full;

Also face the threat of zombies!
For these people...

Northumborg is paradise!

Even, everyone in the lower city of Northumborg is worthy of their envy; and the quota to enter Northumborg is the doomsday ticket!

……

"Craig's wife, Della, lives at No. 220, 34 Street, Downtown!"

Kurt reports on the investigation.

but--

The next moment, he was dumbfounded.

In the dark alley, a row of low houses stands, exactly the same...

There is no house number either.

"Brando, I..."

Kurt opened his mouth to apologize.

"It's ok!"

Smith shrugged and didn't take it seriously: "Professional things should be left to professional people..."

"Hey!"

He waved not far away.

There are a group of 'brokers', the younger ones are eleven or twelve years old, and the older ones are three or 40 years old...

As the name suggests, their job: is to matchmaking and build channels for buyers and sellers!
On the understanding of downtown...

These people are definitely experts!
What?Why don't they take the initiative to solicit customers?

Because: Behind the two of Smith, there are a few bodyguards with 'guys' in their mouths!
——Of course, what they see is only the surface, there are more in the dark!

No one would think that the two of them got here safely by relying on their faces, right?
The moment the 'comrades' are still hesitating...

A freckled man in his 20s mustered up the courage to walk over.

"Damn it, let Bell take advantage of it!"

"That's right! Look at those two... I'm afraid they are some big shots!"

“Tips must be a lot!”

"If you do a good job, you might even have a chance to be favored by a big shot!"

"Isn't it? That boy Henry was promoted to Midtown just because he worked for a big shot once!"

……

The rest regretted it greatly, but they had no choice but to wait for the next guest.

……

"Two gentlemen!"

Bell bowed deeply and gave a 'pat on the chest': "Excuse me, is there anything I can do to help?"

——'Chest patting ceremony', before the cataclysm, he saw the etiquette done by the 'noble waiter' on the Internet.

to be frank.

It was the first time Bell did this etiquette.

Because he didn't do it up to standard, and his attitude was extremely serious...

It seems nondescript.

——There is also some inexplicable contrast!
In the eyes of the two experts in Smith, it was as funny as 'parrot learning'.

Kurt was about to speak...

Smith spoke first: "What can you do?"

"A lot, sir!"

Bell said seriously:
"I can help you find the prettiest nightingale in this street;
It can also take you to the 'Arena';
If you want to go to the black market, I can also lead the way;

even--

If you have friends outside and want to connect them to Northumborg, I can also introduce channels to you! "

"Well, it's really a lot of business!"

Smith got back to business: "I need to find someone, named Della, Professor Cratch's wife... Do you know where she lives?"

"Lady Della? Of course!"

Bell was a little disappointed: "Chenghui, one Norson point, or two pounds of black bread!"

Just looking for someone...

Not much profit.

As for the Nordson point?
Its full name: Northumborg Credit Contribution Points, issued by the Northumborg family, is the hardest currency in Northumborg!

"Is federal currency okay?"

"Sir, stop joking!"

Bell smiled wryly: "You know, that thing is just waste paper now!"

"All right!"

Kurt took out a note: "Ten Northon points, the rest is your tip!"

As a subordinate with high EQ...

Naturally, you can't let the boss pay for it.

"Thank you for your generosity, sir!"

Bell's eyes lit up: "Please follow me!"

……

Turn left and turn right, through two alleys.

A quarter of an hour later.

The three came to a low hut.

"Mrs. Della, live here!"

Bell said so.

Boom boom boom!
He knocked on the door.

"Ms. Della, someone is looking for you!"

"Who?"

A pungent voice sounded from inside: "We don't pick up customers during the day, please go back!"

Smith: ...

Kurt: ...

There was embarrassment on both of their faces.

——As noble upper-class people, even if they are hmm, they will hmm...

Where have you seen such an unladylike woman?
Can't let the boss on...

Kurt could only speak by himself: "Ms. Della, we are Professor Kretch's students, and we want to come to express our condolences..."

this time.

The voice inside was even more rude: "That lunatic is dead long ago, get out!"

"Let me do it!"

Smith shook his head and said loudly: "Ms. Della, we are willing to buy the manuscript of Professor Crane's relic. If you are willing, please open the door!"

"how much is it?"

There was a lazy voice from inside.

"One hundred Nordson points!"

It was quiet for a second...

Then--

Deng Deng Deng!
There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

After three seconds.

squeak-

The door opened.

A woman with big wavy hair, a hot body and a gorgeous face appeared: "It's you, you want to pay [-] Northum points, and you want to buy that damn ghost... No, my husband's manuscript?"

……

(End of this chapter)