The windows of the room are wide open, and there are low and compact houses outside. The alleys are narrow and cramped, and even if there are open windows, no sunlight can come in. The room seems to be extremely dark everywhere, just like the people living here.
This is the edge of the slums, and everyone is trying their best to fight for a little space to live. There is no room left to think about sunshine. Occasionally, they look up at the bright high-rise buildings in the center of Yokohama, and their numb expressions may flash across their faces. There is a trace of envy, but then the envy will disappear, and it will be pressed by the weight of life in this dark swamp.
There are humans who are trapped in the darkness and unable to struggle, and there are also beasts that live in the darkness.
Mori Ogai raised his hand to cut off the sutures, told the Jace Port who was accidentally shot during the turf war, what to pay attention to, and urged his companions to carry the person out.
They quickly put down all the money they had on them, nodded hurriedly and helped the person out.
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