After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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Not long after, they entered the slums.

The foul smell of sewage seeped into their nostrils, and the gray building blocked out the sunlight, casting dark shadows.

Spah moved his head, carefully examining his surroundings, and faintly heard sobbing sounds in his ears.

He looked toward the source of the sound and saw a woman kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and weeping in front of a black and white photograph.

The man in the photo is a woman.

Ugh!

war!

Spah sighed inwardly, hearing cries that sounded like funeral music at a memorial service.

Spa also saw countless people with severed hands and feet walk past him, casting strange glances at him.

Those people's eyes lingered on him, on every possible place where he might have put his money bag.

really...

It's unclear whether they were disabled due to the war... or simply wounded by the governor for theft.

Spall squinted and pulled out the cigarette butt.

Even though he had witnessed many tragedies, seeing the miserable state of the natives still made Spa's heart ache as if it had been hit by a hammer.

"Spa! Spa!"

The robin called out and hooked its arm around his shoulder.

Spall was getting impatient, but upon listening closely, he discovered that the robin's song was not as cheerful as it had been when it first appeared.

There was even a hint of crying in her voice.

"you……"

Spah turned his head, about to say something, when he suddenly saw a strange graffiti.

In an instant, his fist hardened.

……

PS: The timing was messed up.

Chapter 145 Are we monsters?

The painting, applied to a yellow earthen wall, used the most direct mineral pigments to depict the image of a woman.

A sky-blue long dress, short wings, and that signature halo.

Although the style is somewhat abstract, Spall immediately recognized that the main subject of the graffiti was a robin.

However, the most important thing is not the figures in the painting.

In the graffiti, red and green paint was used to smear circles and crosses, covering the girl's bright eyes, nose, lips, chest, and even the microphone in her hand.

However, the most conspicuous thing was the blood-red paint used to smear words such as "devil," "hypocrisy," and "cute little devil."

These words... are just too...

Spare gritted his teeth and snapped the cigarette in his mouth. He took a deep breath, took out another cigarette, and lit it gently.

As the smoke rose, Spah's brow relaxed.

He understood perfectly well that these were not the graffiti artists' fault.

Spall thought to himself: In this kind of closed planet, people don't know the truth and just follow the rumors blindly.

Whenever those men in black robes, or even the governor, secretly spread rumors among the people, it would cause a huge uproar.

but……

Can the robin withstand the criticism?

Spah pursed his lips, turned to look at the robin, only to find that the robin was also looking at him, its eyes gently shimmering.

"Don't worry about me... little Spa."

The girl's voice was like still water on a windless day, without ripples: "When I tour all over the universe, I always encounter people who dislike me. That's okay, isn't it?"

The robin grinned. However, Spall could still read a hint of bitterness in the corner of her mouth.

And who would truly not care?

Comfort her.

Spa patted the robin on the shoulder, pulled out a packet of mints, and without saying a word, stuffed it into the girl's hand.

He turned his head back and stared at the graffiti again, vaguely sensing something strange. It was clearly just an indigenous painting, yet it seemed to contain a faint, hidden energy of destiny.

Abundance, harmony, joy... what a mix!

Spah shifted his gaze to the area with the most concentrated energy, only to see a familiar symbol, which sent a shiver down his spine.

There, there is a white mask graffiti.

The corners of the mask's mouth are upturned into a V shape, but a single cone-shaped teardrop flows from the bottom of the right eye.

really!

Behind everything on this planet, there are traces of the fool.

Spah clenched his fists, but a smile played on his lips.

Once there's one sign, there will be a second.

I have to find them all.

Spas pondered, took a step forward, focused his mind, and sensed the surrounding walls, searching for murals and the energy of destiny.

Sunlight streamed down, casting long shadows on his back that stretched deep into the slums.

Before long, he found graffiti murals and scattered them on the earthen walls, making them part of the slum.

It seems the Fool's influence has already permeated Nalando's life; no other planet has encountered such a situation before.

Even if this isn't the Fool's stronghold, it's still a place of significant importance to him.

Spah pondered this and quickened his pace.

Considering the robin was nearby and the girl's safety needed to be ensured, Spah didn't rush to use "Melancholy Blues" to rewind. Instead, he spent as much time as possible traversing the slums to get a clear picture of the situation.

The two of them wandered around for nearly half an hour.

"Spa! Spa... you'll get lost if you keep running around like this."

The sound of a robin gently rang in my ears.

Spare paused for a moment, then turned around and found himself standing in the middle of the road, where the corridors crisscrossed and branched into more than ten paths.

I can fly, and I'm not afraid of getting lost.

Spall thought to himself, but then he saw the girl already moving, running around the corner and walking toward the nearest native to ask for directions.

But the other person looked at him as if he were a plague god, his eyes filled with fear, his body trembling, and he went straight to hide in his own room.

A hint of melancholy flashed in the robin's eyes.

But the girl quickly came to her senses, shook her head, stepped into another bend in the road, and asked passersby for directions.

The road twisted and turned sharply, and the girl's figure disappeared into the darkness.

Spall gave chase. He had intended to stop the robin, but remembering the bird's original intention of "observing the world with his own eyes," he refrained from doing so.

Let her experience it...

Spall considered himself a kind and helpful person. However, the robin's enthusiasm was still difficult for him to understand.

The robin asked several more people, but no one was willing to stop and answer the questions.

They either hid inside the house or stared wide-eyed at the two men as if they were looking at monsters.

As dusk settled, a dark cloud drifted in from afar. Fallen leaves, tinged with gray wall paint, settled on the ground.

The robin lowered its head, pursed its lips, and half of its body disappeared into the shadows, with only its right arm receiving sunlight.

The girl raised her head and continued walking forward.

She still didn't want to give up. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

Spall observed this and thought: This weather... it's probably going to rain soon, I can't let her delay any longer.

Let's take her flying.

Thinking of this, Spah reached out and grabbed the girl's wrist.

"Huh? Big sister and big brother, are you lost?"

Suddenly, a child's voice came from beside me.

Spah turned his head and saw a little girl standing at the corner, peeking out her head and looking timidly at the two of them.

The girl's face was sallow, her clothes were torn, revealing her skin and bones. However, what interested Spah was that although the girl was clearly frail, her eyes were like pearls.

Interesting girl...

They didn't avoid us like the others did.

Spall was intrigued. He rolled his eyes, walked up to the little girl, and offered her a piece of candy.

The girl trembled like a kitten, stretched out her arm, and refused to take the candy.

But Spall didn't care about any of that. He pried open the girl's palm, took the candy, and stuffed it into her hand.

"Don't worry! We're not human traffickers, there's nothing poisonous about us! We're just asking for directions, consider the candy as payment."

Spall squinted and chuckled softly.

The robin was slightly surprised to see this.

She had also heard that Spa had saved planets.

But the robin never expected that he, who was usually so rude to others, would have such a gentle side.

"Go straight ahead to the end, then turn right. When you see the green flag, turn left. After you see the graffiti, take the third road on the right..."

The little girl walked up to Spall, grabbed his sleeve with her left hand, and pointed to the dark road with her right. The robin noticed that Spall was clutching the candy tightly in his right hand.

So possessive of its food...wait?

Suddenly, the robin heard a "gurgling" sound coming from the girl's stomach.

She looks really hungry.

Thinking of this, the robin shook its head, put its hand into its left pocket, and pulled out a transparent bag.

Inside the bag were the bread and dry food she carried with her.

The robin took a step, walked up to the little girl, opened the package, tore off half of the bread, and handed it to her.

"If you're hungry, have some bread."

The robin curled its lips into an angelic smile.

The little girl froze, as if bathed in a spring breeze, her trembling stopped, and she reached out her hand to grab the bread.

But she pulled her hand back halfway, shook her head, and murmured, "I'm sorry, sister, I'm not hungry."

The girl shook her head and took a few steps back.

What a special girl

Spall and Robin exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

"stop!"

"What are you going to do to my sister?!"

A rude male voice came from behind.

Spah paused for a moment, turned his head, but didn't see anyone at first glance. Instead, he saw a cane emerging from around the corner.

Chapter 146 Let's begin the hunt!

It was a boy.

The boy was short, only reaching Spa's chest, with dark skin and gray clothes riddled with holes.