Chapter 1127 - 1119: The True Culprit Emerges 4

Chapter 1127: Chapter 1119: The True Culprit Emerges 4

The slum is quite big, almost the largest one here, with tube-shaped apartment buildings of varying levels, some worker dorms, and flat-roofed tile houses.

Completely different from the world less than 500 meters away.

The people here seem petty and rude, each gaze lacking in goodwill.

And when a car passes by, those who see it will watch for a long time, staring at the car as if seeing a rare creature.

Perhaps, in their world, cars are owned only by the rich.

They gossip about which family’s relative has made money and returned home.

If they have time, they might even join in the excitement.

Tiana Thorne followed the madman all the way to the slum, observing the people living here.

Not alerting him, the car stops at the archway, without going inside.

"Miss."

Jesse Rivers didn’t want Tiana Thorne getting involved in this mess, so he called to her.

After all, this place is dirty and chaotic, and who knows what might be happening inside.

Poor places have their own reasons for poverty.

Too lazy, lack of quality, and low education levels.

Altogether different from them.

"No worries, let’s go in."

Tiana Thorne donned her sunglasses, as she spent too much time finding clues and didn’t want to miss a single detail.

The slum suddenly saw the arrival of such well-dressed important figures, and a look at Tiana Thorne’s demeanor showed she was anything but ordinary.

The men’s gazes were too hot, while the women’s were filled with jealousy and envy.

This is the wealth gap.

Tiana Thorne looked at the housewife and asked, "What’s the name of that madman just now?"

The housewife gave Tiana Thorne a look and said impatiently, "Who are you, and why should I tell you..."

Tiana didn’t want to waste words with her, directly taking out a wad of cash and placing it in front of her.

The housewife’s eyes sparkled with greed, a smile appearing on her face as she took the money, chuckling, "Him, oh, he’s just a madman, lived in that little house in the back for a long time, called, what’s his name... Alex."

"Girl, I see you’re wealthy too, better not look for trouble, that madman brings misfortune, running into him never ends well. They say he jinxed his father to death, about to do the same to his mom, tsk tsk, why doesn’t he just die!"

That housewife spoke venomously, as if afraid the madman would cause them harm.

"Alright, shut your mouth and accumulate some virtue!" Tiana Thorne found the housewife’s demeanor truly annoying.

The housewife pouted but didn’t speak further, given Tiana had paid her.

After Tiana Thorne and Jesse Rivers left, the housewife muttered to herself again, "Just because you have some money, what’s there to be so cocky about!"

Hands on her hips, she stuffed the money into her pocket, and left sheepishly.

The madman stopped at his own door, a less than twenty-square-meter tile house.

The exterior was tiled, but after many years, lots of the tiles had fallen off.

Some parts were blackened by soot, dirty, situated in an even more difficult part of the slum.

The madman, holding fresh flowers, chuckled as he called, "Mom, I’m back, look what I’ve brought you."

"Flowers!"

The madman had just opened the door, intending to present the flowers to his mother, when a bowl was thrown at him, "You madman, I’m not your mother, don’t call me mom!"

"Mom." The madman felt a bit aggrieved, standing at the door.

"Well? Did you do what I told you, don’t mess up my plan. If it’s not done well, we’ll have to beg in the streets!" The woman inside spoke maliciously, nagging at the madman.

"Alright, I listened to mom, I’ve done it, a game, a fun game, I played very happily. Mom, is there any more of such games, tense and exhilarating!"