Chapter 386

This winter seems particularly cold. The cold wave has hit most areas north of the Tropic of cancer. Even Amsterdam, which has always been mild, has fallen a rare heavy snow.

Fengdel park is covered with snow. The usual lively lawn and open-air theater are quiet and no one cares. Only a few birds who are not afraid of the cold are foraging in the snow.

The top of the tower of the central railway station is covered with white snow, and the dark red walls are like blood solidified in the middle ages, stubbornly emitting residual temperature in the cold white world.

The canal around the city has not frozen yet, but the water flow has become slow and quiet due to the cold, losing the enthusiasm of the past, just like the twilight old man with lower extremity arteriosclerosis.

Out of the clock tower building of the central railway station, Huang Liang looked into the open street, and then took out a note from his down jacket pocket with an address on it. That's where he's going today.

He tried to enter this address in the mobile map, but Google map didn't find the street called haicucumis, and only recommended him a few places that might be relevant. He checked them one by one and found that they were all related to eating. It seems that Google's intelligent push ability has been matched to a certain degree.

Huangliang stopped a man who just came out of the railway station like him and asked him if he knew where haicucumber street was. The man shook his head after seeing it, indicating that he had never heard of it.

He had to walk along the street, hoping to meet street cleaners or old people who came out to bask in the sun. Only these people would remember the old streets whose names had been changed long ago. He doesn't want to ask for help from the police, because of his current identity and things to do, it's better not to deal with the police.

After escaping from Wuzhong prison, he came to Amsterdam with his new identity and stayed in a suburban hotel arranged for him by the organization.

This note was put under the door last night. When he found it, the person outside the door had left. He knows that the organization is now in a period of high tension, because the world is catching alien parasites. Although they can't catch them at all, it's not a good thing if someone suspects they have been parasitized. The organization said there must be his reason for hiding. It is said that the channel is closed and everyone is waiting for the new channel to open again.

Amsterdam is a very important stronghold of the organization in Europe, but Huang Liang has only contacted Howard and never participated in the organized party.

He knew that the organization was protecting him and testing him.

Howard told him that many comrades were troubled by human emotions because they had to fully accept human memory. Some even committed suicide and got rid of the pain by breaking away from the parasitic body and returning to the original state before parasitism. If there are many such people, it will have a great negative impact on the organization. Now, the organization is under investigation. They suspect that traitors have appeared in the organization.

At a corner, Huang Liang saw a tramp opening the lid of the cold garbage can and picking up the leftover food inside. Intuition told him that such people might know something ordinary people don't know.

He went over and asked in nederland, "excuse me, can you help me see where this place is?"

The tramp glanced at him, quickly turned his head and continued to pick up his garbage: "go away! I'm dying of hunger. Now I can't recognize anything except food!"

Huangliang saw a bakery not far ahead and ran to buy a bag of tiger bread.

The tramp was staring at him when he came out of the bakery. His eyes showed the green light of infinite desire, like a hungry wild dog.

"Give it to me!" the tramp's voice was hoarse, and the Adam's apple exposed outside his ragged coat moved.

Seeing his coat and messy hair, Huang Liang thought of Qingmu. He didn't understand why he was almost dressed up. Aoki never gave the impression of a tramp.

After careful comparison, he found that the original details were very different. Although Aoki's clothes are also very old, his hair is very messy, and even the pull plate on his feet is not as good as the cracked leather boots on the sole of the tramp's feet, Aoki never feels dirty. There was no stain on his clothes, no spot on his face, and no dandruff on his hair. His eyes were clear and deep, thinking of an ancient well with a new spring.

Look at the tramp in front of you. His whole body is dirty, his hair is sticky and greasy, his face and neck are black and oily, like soaking in soy sauce, his eyes are turbid and bloodshot, he extrudes a few grains of eye excrement from the corners of his eyes, and shows a mouthful of semi yellow and semi black teeth when praying for bread.

"Tell me where this is?" Huang Liang held bread in one hand and a note in the other.

The tramp looked sideways, read the words above: "sea cucumber... Hehe, hehe, hehe..." and then laughed.

Huang Liang judged from his expression that he knew this place.

He handed the bread. "Tell me!"

The tramp grabbed the bread and ran to the bench. Regardless of the snow on it, he sat down and chewed it desperately, as if he was afraid that if he ate slowly, he would be robbed.

Huang Liang has been watching him.

This is Amsterdam, the largest trading city in Europe. It seems that some people live very unhappy!

Huang Liang could have hypnotized him directly and entered his subconscious to ask, which would be much faster and would not waste these pieces of bread. He is not a charitable person, nor does he come to Amsterdam for charity. Moreover, he has always believed that it is the responsibility of the government to relieve vagrants, not the obligation of the people.

Since he met Aoki, he has seen the power of real spirit. In the past, he only heard that only powerful ancestors had such energy. But the descendants are just legends. For a race without memory like them, their legends are more unreliable than the myths of the earth people.

Since reaching strategic cooperation with Aoki, his spiritual cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. Especially the other life he experienced, the whole life, he saw too many things.

Yes, he is willing to use the word "strategy" to describe the cooperation between him and Aoki. They are all confused about their past and future. They all feel that they are being manipulated by some force that may be called fate, or other than fate. They are not willing to compromise and live mediocrely. They want to know the truth!

Aoki taught him a lot of spiritual cultivation methods. The scalpel in his dream has become more and more sharp and hidden. He believes that it will become an invisible blade in a short time.

Now, he can easily hypnotize an ordinary person. But he doesn't want to use such means on the streets of Amsterdam, which is one of the largest strongholds of the organization. A powerful parasite may appear nearby at any time.

Huangliang doesn't want to expose his strength too early.

He would rather exchange bread for the tramp's trust and slowly wait for him to tell him where the sea cucumber street is.