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When Roland yawned and climbed out of bed, the ladder from which he had fallen was still on the side, and it was already bright outside the shutters.

Is this the result of subconscious inertia? It seems that after I get out of the dream, I will continue to sleep for a while, until I fall asleep normally, and ensure that every time I enter the dream world, it is exactly when I wake up...... This is too formal, isn't it?

He decided to pick the detachment at midnight to see if he could get rid of the unconscious act that bordered on sleepwalking.

In addition, the after-effects of not getting enough sleep also came, and Roland felt that he did not feel like a person who had just woken up from sleep, his eyes were astringent, his forehead was swollen, and he couldn't help but yawn - counting the time over there, he had not closed his eyes for more than twenty hours in a row.

Maybe we'll have to make up for a nap later.

Putting on his short sleeves and walking into the living room, he saw the small figure again.

"Why did you wake up so early today?" Jie Luo looked a little surprised, "I haven't started making breakfast yet...... You wait for me in the living room, and I'll go. ”

It can be seen that she has just gotten up, and her long, untidy white hair is messily scattered on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair are upturned, which is similar to the usual Lisuo appearance. She was still wearing the pale teal dress and white stockings, and if memory serves, the little girl hadn't changed her clothes for three days—judging by her clean and tidy bedroom, it wasn't because she was lazy or dirty, but because she didn't have much to change.

For some reason, Roland's heart suddenly swelled with a sad feeling.

Not only for her, but also for herself.

I think of the three hundred ...... in my purse No, two hundred and fifty dollars, he felt incredible. One is the main trigger for the appearance of dreams, and the other is the creator of the dream world.

Money is not an essential thing to do, whether it is to buy books or explore the world. He had to find a way to earn a steady income, otherwise more than 200 yuan, aside from food and utility bills, would not even be enough to go out and take a taxi.

While Roland was thinking about how to make money, Jieluo was already busy.

She lit the stove with her hands and feet, heated the pan with oil, broke the eggs with one hand, and sprinkled the flowing egg liquid into the pan. Although the strength is not enough to shake the pot, a small shovel in his hand is not much worse than shaking the iron pot.

With the sizzling sound of hot oil, the tantalizing aroma of the omelette soon fills the living room.

Due to the cost of living, breakfast has not changed much, and this time it is still two fritters and a fried egg, and Jieluo's own one is less.

"You bought the fritters yesterday?" Roland took a bite and found that they were not so crispy.

"Of course," muttered Jieluo, "the last batch of the stall in the evening is very cheap, and sometimes the boss will give me unused flour dumplings, and I can make several fritters." ”

He was surprised, "Are you the same when you're at home?"

"Almost," the little girl shook her head, not saying much, as if she didn't want to mention her family. After eating breakfast, she briefly dressed up, picked up her schoolbag and walked to the door, "Old rules, uncle, I won't come back at noon, and the bowl will be washed by you." ”

"Ah, go ahead, be careful on the road. Roland nodded.

Jieluo couldn't help but be stunned, and after a while, she answered with a hum, closed the door and left.

Okay, now it's time to take a good count of your family property.

Roland went back to the bedroom and rummaged through the bedside tables and wardrobes from head to toe to put all the belongings in order.

The first is the wallet, in addition to the two hundred yuan, there is also an ID card and a bank card, how shabby and shabby it is. Of course, he threw those expired tickets directly into the trash - and even if he could, it would have exceeded the redemption time, not to mention that he didn't believe that such a small probability event would fall on him.

The second is a mobile phone, the contact list is actually empty, and the only valuable information is the income and expenditure reminder of the bank card. It can be seen that at the end of each month, Jieluo's family will call over a sum of 1,500 yuan for living expenses. Now there are only twelve dollars left in the card, and there are four days left before the next remittance date, and I can't say that I will starve to death, but I don't have any savings to do anything else.

Finally, there are a few pieces of jewelry, the material looks like gold, I don't know if it's true or not, probably for marriage? If you sell these to a gold store, you can probably recover about 1,000 yuan, which is an emergency payment.

These were all the wealth he had at his disposal.

It didn't help the current situation, Roland sighed, and looked at the furnishings of the utility room again.

He opened a door at the end of the house and looked at the few old items inside.

A dusty and cobweb-strewn bicycle and a sewing machine combined are estimated to sell for thirty or forty yuan, after all, they are cast of iron, especially the latter, and it is very difficult to move alone. And that big iron gate, if counted as scrap iron, can probably buy more than 100 yuan? Maybe he doesn't usually take this money in his eyes at all, but now it is precious.

If you go to a second-hand bookstore to buy obsolete textbooks, more than 100 yuan is enough to buy a set of old books on all subjects.

Thinking of this, he decided to do just that.

In the small advertisement posted in the stairwell, Roland remembers that there was a phone number for the recycling of the waste, but before that, he had to wipe it down.

If it looks cleaner, you might be able to sell it for a little more.

After panting and dragging the bike and sewing machine to the living room, he noticed something was wrong.

The thick iron door didn't seem to be leaning against the wall of the utility room, but was built into the wall!

Hell, which bastard did this? You know, this wall is the outer wall of the tube building, and the door is placed here to facilitate suicide?

And there's a lock on the door!

Wait a minute...... He remembered that there were indeed two keys on the keychain?

Roland immediately took the key and inserted the other piece into the lock hole, which actually fit perfectly.

With a click, the rusty lock snapped up and fell off the latch.

He didn't bother to pick up the broken lock, pulled open the pin, and broke the iron door with all his might.

A cold wind mixed with snowflakes poured into the room, making him shiver a few times in short-sleeved pants.

Behind the iron gate was a snowy scene!

Against the backdrop of the rolling snow-capped mountains in the distance, a gray-brown city looms, building along the mountain walls on either side, enclosing itself in a large gap. In the center of the city stood a majestic building, standing like a pillar to the sky in the howling cold wind.

Even if Roland was witnessing it for the first time, he immediately realized where this place was.

"Hermes New Holy City".

A fortress city built on the ruptures of the Desperate Mountains.

It is also a symbol of the strength and indomitability of the church.