Chapter 92

Chapter 1024

Although more than a hundred years have passed, the layout of the city has completely changed.

However, Isaac can barely find traces of the past... After all, this port city was originally the place where he was born.

Annan followed behind him, watching Isaac get into the alleys that were familiar and unfamiliar, thinking and recalling, looking for long-lost memories.

"I still remember here... This should have been a broken wall."

When Isaac led Annan through the alley, he stretched out his hand and gestured in the middle of the alley: "It's only about one meter high, and there is a depression on it for some reason. It looks like it was smashed by a long-handled hammer." trace."

"Break down the wall, but not completely?"

Annan asked jokingly: "That being said, it is very suitable for turning over when escaping. If you lie in ambush under the corner, you may be able to kill a few back."

"Maybe that's true."

Isaac nodded instead. He stretched out his hands to the beautiful and clean white stone walls around him, feeling a little nostalgic: "If I remember correctly, this place should have been the houses of the residents. The walls are full of dirt, except for dried blood, and Excrement. And the marks drawn on the walls by thieves and pirates - in addition to being used to convey information, they will also be used by undercover agents to exchange information.

"But now, it's turned into a bakery. The one next door has turned into selling shell products... What's that called, a souvenir shop?"

Isaac hurried forward as he spoke.

He was not seeking an answer from Annan.

It's just because of everything around me that the city in Isaac's childhood impression has undergone a huge change.

Only then did Isaac realize one thing clearly.

That is, since Isaac left the city...until he died and was reborn, he never came back.

Everything in "Black Sail Town" in front of him is different from the "Red Sail Town" in his memory.

The people of the past are gone, the buildings are gone, even the name of the town has changed... Except that it is indeed the same place geographically, Isaac can't even find any traces of the past.

Annan turned his gaze to Isaac who was walking in front, and stared at him intently.

But Isaac ignored Annan.

He just looked at everything around him... as if trying to dismantle the old projections from it.

But the harder he tried to recall the past, the more pale his words became: "I still remember here... ah,

Yes, that's right. This was not a square at first. There were originally two walls blocking it, forming an acute-angled alley, and a pile of garbage was piled here. We call it 'Smelly Alley'. Those gangs would just dump the corpses here, and it would stink very badly after rotting.

"I still remember here... Yes, in this alley, there used to be an old man with a sick mind living here. The children in this street are very afraid of him. Some people say that he eats children, and some people say that he has a life in his hands. Others said he was an old assassin who failed to assassinate wizards.

"But I'm not afraid of him, because I've heard that he used to be an inventor, and then because of something I think he might have offended someone and got down here and went crazy, or maybe he was faking it but anyway... who knows. "

Isaac speaks very fast. And faster and faster.

His pupils trembled slightly, as if he was a little confused and a little flustered.

Excitement, nervousness, nostalgia, sadness, uneasiness... The ever-changing strong emotions plunged Isaac's brain into chaos.

Even Isaac himself didn't know what the surging emotion in his heart was.

In a sense, "Black Sail Town" is not much different from "Red Sail Town" more than a hundred years ago.

The fish market is still the same rotten smell. Gambling stalls are still doing the same business of life. Gangs and gangs of pirates are still running rampant. There are still so many people coming and going.

Some people get rich overnight, while others become penniless in an instant. On the one hand, under the deterrence of the mounted police and gang "supervisors", everyone enjoys a relatively safe and stable life in the sunny area... but after the night falls, it will become a chaotic and noisy lawless area.

None of this has changed from before.

but……

The dilapidated alleys became tidy, and the old and dirty houses were bulldozed and rebuilt. People no longer wear shabby clothes like they did a hundred years ago, and there are no more children walking around on the streets pushing iron racks with various fish hanging on them, and the children controlled by gangs, begging or stolen are also gone.

At least on the bright side, "Black Sail Town" has indeed improved a lot.

However, it is completely different from the "Red Sail Town" in Isaac's impression.

Isaac suddenly fell silent.

Without saying a word, he carefully took Annan around the streets and alleys of Heixan Town. It seems to be lost, and it keeps turning back and forth; it seems to have a clear goal, and it is looking for something.

Suddenly, Isaac stopped in his tracks.

Appearing in front of Annan was the middle-aged man who was dragging behind his horse after being beaten up.

The man's face was already bloody and bloody, and his original appearance could hardly be seen. The grit was embedded in the flesh, and perhaps in the bone as well.

He may be dead, or just comatose. He was tied under a street lamp with his head bowed.

And a little boy whose ankles were loosely tied with a rope, and another little girl whose feet were also tied were being held together by a tall, thin man with a white mask wearing an exaggerated smile. Take the left and right with you.

The tall man put his hands on the shoulders of the two children. Or it can be said that it is placed on their necks.

His hands were so big that it looked as if they could easily break the necks of the two children. His brown pupils seemed to be coagulated and dried blood.

And the two children didn't cry loudly, nor did they act hysterically.

The little girl just lowered her head and sobbed quietly, while the little boy stared at the middle-aged man who didn't know whether he was dead or not with a complicated look - mixed with sadness, resentment, and pain.

Surrounded by a circle of people.

Surrounding the innermost are all men with thinner stature and relatively dark skin. They were all wearing baggy jackets with lots of metal zippers, hands behind their backs, expressionless faces.

There are also a few men and women who are more than two meters tall and look very fat. They seem to be hung with machine gun bullets, and a strange spike board is hung on each shoulder.

And behind the tall man, there were some croupiers who were both men and women in good shape, with mysterious temperament and good looks.

Although Annan saw this scene for the first time.

But thanks to the "childhood" Isaac had told him earlier, he recognized it right away - it was what Isaac had called the "gambling stall".

...But the owner of the gambling stall, hadn't his entire family been killed?

"Are they still open?"

Annan exclaimed, "That's really a century-old store."

"……No."

Isaac spoke suddenly.

His voice was low: "We have passed by that gambling stall before...he has now been converted into a clinic.

"And here... here, a hundred years ago...

"...It's my home."