Chapter: 355

Among them, "Yuhu Street" was scratched with stones, and the name "Chaotic Street" was added next to it.

Lumian carried the calcium carbide lamp and went up the stone steps.

Not long after, a light appeared in front of him, and noisy human voices came. Come. For those who walked out silently, it was like the whole world came alive. Lumian quickened his pace, and with his right hand holding the suitcase, he turned the valve on the surface of the calcium carbide lamp, so that the water droplets on the cylinder above would no longer drip onto the ground. In the calcium carbide pile below.

As the acetylene gas burns out, the flame in the metal bell mouth gradually dies out.

At this time, the outside scene also came into Lumian's eyes: the high or low buildings seemed to solidify at the moment they were about to collapse, maintaining a state of leaning or crumbling, but also standing tenaciously.

The clothes of pedestrians on the street are either old or tattered, and there are people arguing and unilaterally cursing each other everywhere, and the resulting noise seems to never subside.

Lumian stood at the exit of the underground area, glanced left and right, and found a five-story building called "Golden Rooster Hotel".

The top two floors of this brown-beige building seem to have been built later, and the bottom three floors are completely different from the style of column walls, arches, large windows and decorative patterns in the Roselle period.

Lumian, carrying a suitcase and a calcium carbide lamp, passed between the children squatting on the ground looking for orange peels and the adults arguing loudly, and walked to the door of the "Golden Rooster Hotel".

He looked up and found yellow phlegm, scraps of paper, spilled ketchup, and alcohol-smelling stains on the floor of the hotel, and a large number of bedbugs lined up on the ceiling and walls from time to time. If he hadn't been holding something in his hand, Lumian would have applauded for such a scene.

The old taverns in Kordu Village are much cleaner than this!

He searched for a route without any filth, and came to the front desk at a leisurely pace.

Sitting there was a fat middle-aged woman, her off-white long skirt was stained with a lot of oil, and her brown hair was simply coiled behind her head.

She raised her head, glanced at Lumian with her blue eyes, and was not surprised by the disgust and resistance on his face: "It's the best and cheapest in the chaotic streets and in the market area. A hotel, except that the owner is a disgusting miser, and he can't bear to hire a few regular cleaning maids, and only finds someone to clean it once a week."

"He's also stingy with your salary?" Lumian asked in a youthful and curious tone.

The middle-aged woman was angry: "Do you want to rent a house?"

"Yes." Lumian seemed to be frightened, and spoke quickly to express his attitude, "I want to know the price." The middle-aged woman eased her emotions, "It depends on what kind of room you want. The top two floors are 3 Filkins per week, and the bottom two floors are 5 Filkins per week. If you still think it is expensive, you can go up and knock on the door one by one, and ask who is willing to share half of their bed with you, or sublet the vacant space on the ground to you. It is about 1 to 1.5 Filkins a week.

"Give me the rooms on the two floors below." Lumian chose the reason because it was easier to escape than the two floors above, no matter jumping out of the window or taking the stairs.

The overweight woman looked at Lumian. If you choose to pay the whole month's rent in advance, you can only pay 15 Filkin. ""Because too many people only stayed for a week or two and had to move elsewhere, or left Trier.

"This is heaven and hell."

Lumian took out the stack of banknotes just now, and took out three light blue banknotes from it.

They all have a denomination of 5 Filkin. On the front is the bust of Levanks, the first president of the Republic of Intis, and working farmers and herdsmen, and on the back is the Hornages Mountains.

After receiving the whole month's rent, the overweight woman's expression obviously eased a lot. She took out two brass-colored keys that were strung together, and threw them upwards to Lumian, "Room 207 on the second floor, there is a small restaurant on the first floor, and a tavern in the basement. There is sulfur in the drawer of the table in the room, which can help you drive away those damn bugs. My name is Fels. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

"Thank you, Mrs. Firth." Lumian took the key, carried the suitcase and the calcium carbide lamp, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

On the way, he saw that many places on the walls were covered with newspapers or that kind of very cheap pink paper, layer after layer, but some of the paper had come loose, revealing the cracks covered by them and a large number of bedbugs.

There are eight rooms and two bathrooms on the second floor, each room is very narrow, with a bed on the right, a table by the window against the edge of the bed, and a chair with a broken leg in front of the wall.

There was no furniture of any kind, but there were rows of bedbugs crawling around the ceiling.

Following Aurora, Lumian, who was used to being clean and tidy, put down the suitcase and calcium carbide lamp, opened the drawer, took out some sulfur, and lit them with a match.

The bedbugs in the strong and pungent smell moved away from this room and moved to other places.

Within a few seconds, Lumian sniffled and smelled the same sulfur smell coming from the next room.