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Leif Keynes walked through the slums, the shadows of the alleys littered with the bones of dogs and cats, and even the occasional dead horse. The infected people groaned feebly. The dying man and the corpse lay on both sides of the road, bloated waiting to decompose.

Even though he was in such a bad state now, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose. I feel sick to my stomach at what I see in front of me.

He came to a sturdy building, the finest building in the central slums he had seen along the way.

The building looks like it was designed by a real architect, rather than the more common ad hoc construction.

However, like everything in the Central Slums, the building also exudes monotony and drearyness. With every step Mr. Keynes took up, the floor creaked like a chirping mouse.

Some smelled of alleys and sewers, dressed in dirt-stained clothes, and walked around the first floor. They stared at Keynes with a certain savage hostility.

He cautiously walked around them and headed for the top floor.

Finally, out of breath, he climbed to the top floor, where he saw a tattered sign with the words "Rat Catcher Association" fluttering in the wind.

Keynes knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response, he took it upon himself to unscrew the doorknob, he dared to swear to God, he was not such an impolite and reckless person in his usual life, but now he was facing a situation that made him unable to wait for a minute!

The heavy wooden door creaked like a slight scream.

"Hello, anyone?" said Keynes, surveying the ratcatcher society's room, which was a mess, with desks haphazardly arranged, papers piled on top of each other, and even scattered all over the floor.

If Mr. Hermann Oslin, the head of the Chamber of Commerce, saw all this, he would be furious! Keynes couldn't help but think of his former boss.

"Hello!" a young girl came out of the cubicle and instantly caught Keynes's attention, she was young and beautiful, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her small nose, and a long embroidered dress, which was so out of place with everything that Keynes had seen in the slums before!

"I'm so sorry! please take a seat!" the girl put down the egg roll sandwich in her hand in a panic, and then beckoned Keynes to sit down at the desk, "May I ask if you are here to consult with the rodent infestation or the insect infestation? Our association is the most reasonable company in the whole reincarnation town, and if the rat infestation is removed, the initial price is only 1 chamber of commerce, and it also comes with follow-up maintenance services for half a year!".

"Sorry, beautiful lady!" Keynes interrupted the girl's pitch with great embarrassment, "I'm not here to consult with rats or insects, I'm here to find someone, may I ask, is Mr. Philippe Vieri here?

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"Miss!" the girl suddenly became reserved when she heard that the other party was not a customer who came to the door, "Miss Lavinia!".

"I'm sorry, Miss Lavinia!" Cairns wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, his body had become very weak, "I want to see Mr. Vieri!".

"Do you have an appointment?" Miss Lavinia buried her head in the reservation book.

"No," explained Keynes, "but it was urgent, and it was Mr. Morvach who introduced me, and I am now working under him!".

"If you don't have an appointment, please make an appointment first, and I'll arrange a time for you!" Miss Lavinia looked up, "You know, we're busy here!".

Keynes looked around at the empty office and raised a frown.

"They're all busy getting rid of rodents outside!" added Miss Lavinia.

"But I really have something very important to see Monsieur Vieri!" said Keynes, anxiously, "my life is at stake!".

"Everyone's life is at stake!" Miss Lavinia muttered.

At this moment, the door of the association was pushed open again, and two adult males entered, one blonde and one gray.

Keynes looked back and saw that it was Philip Vieri, who had rescued him that night, who had walked in beside the blonde man, and quickly stood up, "Mr. Vieri!".

"Who are you?" said Philip Vieri, looking at Keynes with a puzzled expression.

"Leif Keynes!" Keynes introduced himself, "you saved me in the cemetery three nights ago!".

"Oh! Philippe Vieri finally remembered, "Haven't you quit yet?"

"No!" Keynes shook his head, "that's why I came to you, and Mr. Morvach introduced me!".

"Come in!" Vieri nodded slightly, and walked straight to the inner compartment, not paying the slightest attention to Miss Lavinia, who was glaring at him madly.

Keynes hurriedly followed, and André finally entered the room and closed the door casually, leaving Miss Lavinia alone in the hall sulking, "No business today!".

"Coffee or tea?" said Philippe Vieri, sitting down behind the messy desk, while André sat on the desk, squeezing a stack of papers to the floor.

"Coffee, thanks!" Cairns felt he needed a desperate pick-me-up.

"Little Jasmine, thank you for three cups of coffee!" Andre said with a raised voice outside the door.

After a while, Miss Lavinia walked in with a cup of coffee, placed it in front of Keynes, and said to André with puffed eyes, "The coffee is out of stock, the last one! Also, you are not allowed to call me little Jasmine!

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"Got it, Miss Lavinia!" replied Andre with a grin.

Little Jasmine puffed out of the room.

Vieri lit a cigarette and looked at Keynes, "What's going on?"

Keynes took a sip of coffee embarrassed, and the cheap instant coffee instantly lifted his spirits and began to ramble on about what had happened!

"Mr. Jeffrey Crane, dead!" he said.

Since being rescued by Philippe Vieri that night three days ago, Leif Keynes has taken refuge in the cemetery's keeper's cabin and has never come out.

It wasn't until dawn that the cemetery staff came to work in shifts, and he came out of the hut where he was hiding with a sigh of relief, dragged his mental and physical exhaustion home, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

But he didn't expect that even in his dream it was not peaceful, he dreamed that he was trapped in an extremely dark place, the cramped environment made him unable to move his body at all, and in front of him seemed to be a cover made of wood, and he banged on the lid desperately, but never got any response.

When Keynes woke up, it was already evening, and the first thing he did when he got up was to get dressed and go out to the cemetery to resign, and the daily salary of 1.5 billion coins was not enough for him to entrust his life there!

But it took only five minutes for the head of the cemetery, Mr. Morwach, to dismiss Keynes's resignation.

Actually, the head of the cemetery, Mr. Morwach, only said three words

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes, for what a great help you had last night!

"These 3 Chamber of Commerce coins are your reward for the night shift!".

"What is the matter with you coming to me?Mr. Barnes?".

Mr. Keynes, who held 3 Chamber of Commerce coins in his hand, swallowed the resignation rhetoric with a grunt, when he was the accounting supervisor of Mr. Hermann Oslin's steel factory, the daily salary was only 2.6 Chamber of Commerce coins, and he could get 3 Chamber of Commerce coins after working overnight, which was double the salary of the daily shift

"You are simply too generous, Mr. Morvach!" Keynes clutched the banknote tightly, not even caring that Morwach had mispronounced his name again, "I will familiarize myself with the working environment and try to take over the work as soon as possible!"

"Mr. Barnes, you are such a true man!" said Mr. Morwach, "it is my honor that you are one of us, damn it, Jeffrey should have listened and studied here!

Mr. Morvach said a few swear words in vain, then turned around and patted Keynes's thin shoulder familiarly, "The rules of the canal cemetery, the last night shift is a day off, Mr. Barnes, you should rest well at home, and come back tomorrow!!"

This "but" made Keynes wary of Monsieur Morwach's generosity, and he maintained his courtesy, quietly waiting for Monsieur Morvach's turn.

"Jeffrey Crane, old fellow, old drunkard, he hasn't shown up yet, he should have done his duty, damned fellow, I should have gone looking for him, maybe he's drunk in his own toilet!" complained Mr. Morwach.

Keynes listened silently to Mr. Morwach's complaints, and had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, Mr. Morvach, the head of the cemetery, smiled at Keynes, "Mr. Barnes, you are a kind clerk and have an admirable good character, can you continue to help Jeffrey tonight?"

No! I refuse! Keynes cried out in his heart, but the real touch of the Chamber of Commerce Coin in his hand made him agree.

"People die for money!" André chuckled when he heard this, interrupting Keynes's narration, "So the second night, what happened again?".

"With Ross in the cemetery, nothing will happen!" said Philippe Vieri, puffing out a puff of smoke from his nose, "the point is not the cemetery, but the dream, is it? Mr. Keynes!"