001, the overture of the cold ()

Dark city, dirty city.

Senag, such a small border city, seems to be the abbreviation of this world. Those who enjoy money and those who hold power all have gorgeous houses, surrounded by servants, delicious food, and warm beds that can be enjoyed at night. If there is no money and power, then you are a dog and a worm. Sometimes, you are not even as good as insects and dogs, and there is no difference between garbage. Such people can basically be deposed as poor by the rich who are above the top as poor, or - criminals.

Today, there is also a small figure hiding in a dark alley. A pair of cold and ruthless eyes are looking indifferently at the crowd coming and going outside. In his arms, he is holding a sharp knife.

This is a boy about ten years old. His long black hair almost covered his face, revealing only the pair under his hair, making everyone who has seen it tremble.

He was a beggar. A little beggar in ragged clothes, dirty body, and black dust on his hands. His obviously tender faces had a kind of experience and vicissitudes that ordinary boys of the same age could not match. Especially his eyes, these eyes had lost their childishness too early, and were now full of ruthlessness. These eyes stared at every pedestrian passing by, their wallets, pocket watches on men, and jewelry on women. All kinds of valuable things became the target of his eyes scanning.

"Guwu..."

The little beggar's belly was screaming. But the feeling of hunger made his eyes even colder and sharper. Now he is no longer a ten-year-old child, but a hungry wolf. All laws and morals are now left behind by him. Those things are just fallacies used by the powerful to suppress him, but they cannot fill his stomach at all!

Finally, the little beggar's prey appeared. His target was a fat woman in her thirties, dressed in decent clothes. At this moment, the woman stopped in front of a grocery store and leisurely selected the goods. After she chose the satisfactory goods, the fat woman took out her wallet from her arms and opened it...

At that moment, he moved!

Like lightning, the little beggar seemed to attack the wolf and rushed towards the fat woman! Before the fat woman could react, she grabbed the wallet in the fat woman's hand and was about to escape! The fat woman was shocked at first, and then immediately noticed that her wallet was snatched and started calling loudly!

The pedestrians around looked at each other, and a patrol soldier even more saw it. He stepped forward and grabbed the little beggar. The soldier laughed evilly, opened his hand as the big palm fan and pointed it at the little beggar's face with a palm palm, and immediately beat half of his face red and swollen.

"Boy, steal something? I'm not alive!"

The little beggar did not say anything. His eyes, which were covered by layers of long hair, were not afraid at all, but were filled with hatred. He pulled out the knife from his arms without hesitation, raised his hand and stabbed the soldier's thigh. The soldier felt a chill on his legs and hurriedly let go of the little beggar back! When he touched his hands, the blood in his hands immediately made his eyes red! But when he looked up again, where was the shadow of the little beggar?

There is nothing else in this town, but the dark alley will always be its main theme. The little beggar gasped, hid in the alley, and observed the situation outside vigilantly. After confirming that no one was chasing him, he wiped the blood-stained knife casually on his dirty clothes and put it in his arms.

He opened his wallet with excitement, but only found a magic crystal card from it. In response, the little beggar gritted his teeth and directly broke the magic crystal card with his hand. Without the owner's identity recognition, even if there is a million Sura hidden in the magic crystal card, it will be impossible to get a single son!

"Guwu..."

My stomach is even hungry.

The little beggar threw away his wallet casually, took a short rest, and began to look for new goals again. He was without father and mother, and he understood the truth that he could not fill his stomach when he was sensible. To survive here, in addition to your movements fast enough, your heart must be ruthless enough.

You must have...the ruthless spirit of being prepared to kill at any time.

The knife was taken out of a garbage can. So far, the knife has been stained with countless people's blood. There are the blood of other beggars who competed for food with him, and the blood of the owner who lost his wallet. Of course, there are also the blood of those soldiers. Because of the weak man's strength, the little beggar still cannot kill people with this dull knife. However, this kind of life is probably coming soon. As he grows older and his strength grows stronger, the moment of "killing" is not far away.

The little beggar pinched the knife in his arms and had already made it a good idea to give everything to survive. He had already made enough psychological preparations for "killing". As long as he could fill his stomach, he would be willing to do anything!

Time walked minute by minute. As the sun gradually reached dusk, the little beggar still did not find a suitable prey again. The number of soldiers patrolling the streets gradually increased, and some beggars who were rashly stealing and robbing for survival like him were caught by the soldiers. The most readily punished the thief for the thief was to draw out their swords and cut off their hands. The scene of blood gushing, the little beggars had seen them since they were young.

Calm, patient, careful and ruthless. This is the experience he learned from the bloody lessons of his "companions".

The sun has become more tilted. There are more and more patrol soldiers on the road. If this continues, I am afraid that there will be no harvest today. Without harvest, it means that you have to go hungry, endure the cold and hunger, and welcome the slowly coming of the night.

Cold and hunger are the prelude to death. The little beggar has seen too many people, and under the threat of these two things, he never moved again.

It is slowly falling from the sky. The snowflakes in the dark always have a hazy beauty...the beauty of murder.

The little beggar shivered, hunger was gradually depriving him of the little power he had left. He looked up at the sky, rubbed his hands, and sneaked out of the alley while night.

There were not many people on the street, and even the patrol soldiers hid in the camp under the threat of heavy snow, not daring to come out. However, in a blink of an eye, the street was covered with a thin white carpet. The little beggar rubbed his hands and stepped on a pair of thin cloth shoes that had been broken long ago and could not be broken, and walked to the other side of the road...

The fragrant bakery has the food he needs to survive tonight.

The little beggar rubbed his hands and hid in the corner. His calm eyes were staring at the bakery without any emotion. The toast placed in the glass window was emitting an attractive fragrance, which made his stomach scream even louder.

"Oh my god, welcome you again!"

A customer walked out of the bakery, and the paper bag in his arms was filled with bread. The shop owner sent him out with a smile, rubbing his fat hands on the apron.

The little beggar snorted, took out the knife in his arms and followed the guest. His eyes were staring at the man walking with a paper bag full of bread, looking at the paper bag, and his waist. He was thin and the guest looked tall. If he wanted to successfully seize the bread, he had to put the other party down with one blow.

The little beggar followed the man and walked slowly. The snow in the sky was getting bigger, so big that it almost completely frozen the man. The man tightened his fur coat, put his hand into the paper bag, took out a round bread, and took a bite happily. Seeing him eating the bread, the little beggar's eyes became colder, and his hands holding the knife were tighter. Finally, when the two walked to a small alley with no people, the little beggar suddenly activated his speed, thrust the knife in his hand, and stabbed the man's back!

"Puff!"

With a light sound, the knife was not at the handle. A hint of joy flashed in the little beggar's eyes. But before he could be happy, the man suddenly shouted and jumped forward, and all the bread in his hand fell to the ground! He turned around, looked at the little beggar holding the blade in horror, and reached out to touch his waist. After he took out the blood, his eyes were immediately filled with hatred and curses! He picked up a wooden stick on the side of the road, waved his hand and called the little beggar!

It turned out that the man was wearing a thick fur coat. The little beggar's knife was too pale. The stab just hurt the other party's flesh, but did not completely put the other party down! The little beggar was shocked. Facing the wooden stick he hit, he hurriedly rolled on the ground and avoided. Looking at the person waving the wooden stick in front of him, he knew that if he was caught by the other party, he would definitely be beaten to death immediately!

At this moment, the little beggar turned to escape first. However, his steps stopped immediately after taking a step. His eyes fell on the bread that fell all over the ground. If it weren't for them, even if he escaped, he would be destined to die tonight! After thinking about the fleeting lightning, the little beggar turned his head and rushed over, and forced himself to pick up a piece of bread on the ground under the pursuit of the man, stepped on the snow, and flew away like flying.

The little beggar grabbed the snow-covered bread and hid in the dark alleys panting. At this moment, the sky was completely dark and the snowflakes were getting bigger and bigger. He held his breath and listened to any movement outside. After confirming that the person was not chasing him, he was truly relieved and collapsed on the snow.

The most dangerous time has passed. The night will provide him with the best refuge. The little beggar walked into the depths of the alley and sat down behind a pile of garbage. It was dirty and messy. But the more dirty it was, the more it was guaranteed that no one would come here to disturb his food.

The little bread was frozen and stiff, and the little beggar whose fingers were already numb could not even detect the softness of the bread. But it didn't matter. He looked at the prey in his hand, swallowed, opened his mouth happily, and was about to bite it...

"Wooah-! Wooah-! Wooah-!"

Suddenly! A baby crying sounded aroused the spirit of the little beggar! He put the bread in his arms like a wild dog protecting food, and his alert ears and eyes looked straight in the direction of the crying. With the hazy snow light, he could vaguely see a man shrouded under a black cloak sitting deeper in the alley. The baby crying sound seemed to be coming from the man's arms.

Hearing the baby's cry, the man in the black cloak immediately seemed a little nervous. From the sound of humming songs and comforting, it seemed to be a woman. Moreover, it was a woman not old. The woman kept comforting the crying in her arms, and her voice seemed a little anxious. Through the black cloak, the little beggar could vaguely see a small body exposed from the cloak.

A baby.

The little beggar looked at the woman silently, alert. The bread in his arms was his food. If anyone dared to rob him, he would never be stingy with the knife in his hand! Even if the other party was a woman!

After a long stalemate, the little beggar found that the woman did not seem to come over to steal her bread. She just kept coaxing the baby in her arms, but her voice became more and more choked, as if there was something sad in her heart and she could not let go.

The little beggar breathed a sigh of relief and did not care about that woman anymore. In this world, countless people starved to death on the streets. As long as you take care of yourself, others will die or live, what will they do?

He took out the bread from his arms again, looked at the oily crust and swallowed greedily. The bread was not big, he had to chew it slowly and eat it, and he must not waste any detail worth savoring. After appreciating, he opened his mouth again and was about to bite it...

"Wooah--!Wooah--!!!"

The baby's cry became louder than before! This cry also made the little beggar's hand that was about to be sent to his mouth stop! He turned his head and looked at the woman over there. She saw that her face was more anxious and coaxing the baby in her arms, as if she was trying her best not to let her cry! But the baby was crying louder and louder, without any intention of stopping.

The little beggar looked at the woman and then at the baby in her arms. Finally, his eyes were focused on the bread in his hand.

This piece of bread is really small... almost the size of a ten-year-old slap... If you eat it, you may not be hungry. But if you share it with others...

The little beggar shook his head fiercely, turned his back to the woman and the baby girl. He put the bread into his mouth as if he was cruel and took a big bite.

"Woo--! Woo-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The bread was very fragrant. It was completely cold and the frozen hard bread was so sweet when eaten in his mouth. But after just one bite, the little beggar found that the baby crying from behind was slowly weakening. At the same time, the woman's increasingly anxious tone sounded.

The little beggar swallowed the bread in his mouth and became hungry. But before continuing to bite, he turned around and looked at the woman behind him. She saw that her expression was obviously panic, and the baby in her arms was getting lighter and weaker and weaker...

The little beggar turned his head and looked at the bread in his hand. Then he turned back again to see the woman over there and the baby in her arms...

The little beggar turned his head fiercely, squatted there without paying attention, and continued to hold the small piece of bread. He kept reminding himself that there is no warmth in this world. Everything depends on himself! If he starves to death, he must not blame others for not giving him charity, but for not being able to shoot, steal, or cheat! When he was hungry and cold, has anyone given him a piece of bread or a Sura to himself? No, no one! Since he became sensible, he has come here and seen it this way! He has seen this world clearly. This is definitely not a world that allows people who give alms to others to survive!

The baby's cry finally disappeared gradually. The little beggar showed a cruel smile on his lips, and he took another bite of bread as if he was revenge.

The bread... is still so sweet. Its skin is still so crispy and its taste is still so full. But why is this mouthful without the satisfaction brought by the one I just now?

The little beggar looked at the bread in his hand with confusion. It was still half left. At this moment, the crying of the little baby girl behind him finally disappeared...

The little beggar raised his head suddenly! He turned around quickly and looked at the direction where the woman was almost unbelievable! The woman had cried into tears, and her dry fingers stretched out from under the cloak trembled and stroked the little baby's cheeks. The falling snowflakes had dyed her black cloak white.

That was…desperate white.

The little beggar stood up suddenly and rushed to the woman at a speed faster than before! He leaned over his head and looked into the woman's arms, and saw that the little baby lying in it was pale, his eyes closed, and he stopped crying. The little beggar was shocked, and a sense of inexplicable guilt immediately ignited in his chest. Then, he handed the remaining bread in his hand to the woman without thinking.

"Eat it and feed him."
Chapter completed!