003, Night Frost ()

Sand...sand...sand...sand...sand...sand...sand...sand!!

The footsteps gradually approached. The little beggar slowly shrank into the alley, lifted up the veil of the trash can, and hid in the dirty stench.

Sand...!!! Sand... Sand... Sand... Sand...

But strangely, the footsteps gradually moved away again. Just as the little beggar breathed a sigh of relief to be able to continue living—

"Haha! You are here! Big bad guy, see if I don't deal with you well today~~~!"

The girl's tender voice sounded on the spacious street. In addition to the girl's voice, four or five more children began to laugh.

The little beggar did not come out immediately. He knew that patience and carefulness were the best way to test whether the other party had set a trap. After waiting for almost thirty minutes, the sound of the little girl still playing with her companions outside came in, and he slowly crawled out of the trash can, leaning against the wall, and moving to the entrance of the alley.

On the street where more than a dozen adults holding lamps stood, a girl wearing a big fluffy coat, tall warm shoes, and brown hair, about ten years old, was playing outside with a group of children of similar age. It seemed that she was the center of the game, and everyone followed her commands, and even the adults laughed and followed her orders.

It turned out to be a game.

The little beggar's heart was relieved. He inserted the knife into his arms, walked out of the alley silently, facing his back to the children of wealthy families who had no border with him, and prepared to step on...

"Hey! Look at me! Look at you, the villain, don't surrender! Be obediently to the spokesperson of justice, Miss Hu Tao will surrender!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Madam... Miss, please spare me, spare me~~~!"

A slightly older boy ran towards the little beggar while avoiding the snowball thrown by the girl. As the boy moved, the little girl immediately bent down, picked up a large piece of snow with both hands, slapped it, and chased the boy. She looked at the boy's body, and with a fuck, the snowball flew out.

The boy avoided it, and with a bang, the snowball smashed open on the wall in front of the little beggar. The pop-up snowflake hit the little beggar's face.

Cold.

Snow is just an interesting toy for the rich, but it is so cold for those who struggle to survive.

The little girl smiled and pinched another snowball and ran past the little beggar. When she smelled a stinky smell in her nose, she turned her head and a disgusting expression immediately appeared on her little face. She stopped, took three steps back, then took a big circle with the little beggar as the center, ran away again, and chased the boy who played the bad guy.

As soon as the little girl moved, the others also moved. The luxuriously dressed man ran past the little beggar and formed a playground in front of him again, blocking his way home.

There was no expression on the little beggar's face, and his eyes were still as sharp and cold as before. He didn't think about this, because it was normal. Rich people could do anything. How could they stop playing, move away from the way, and let him go back?

In his not-so-long life, he has already seen his life very thoroughly. He is lowly, vulgar, and no different from a mouse. He lives just to survive every day. The only thing he needs to think about when he wakes up every morning is how to get the food today. Apart from these, he has no hope. Because that is unrealistic, except for feeding his own belly, any other "hope" is just a self-mockery of the rich, and it is impossible to realize it to him.

The road was blocked. The little beggar had no choice but to turn around and walk forward. His heavy steps, numbness and cold had driven away his sense of touch. Are his legs still there? He asked himself this time many times, even if he saw the ground under his feet moving, he still asked this.

The flying snow all over the sky, the candlelight that eroded life. The little beggar's consciousness became increasingly confused. Just as his eyes were about to lose sight of things, a red cross sign caught his eye.

...Pharmaceutical shop.

He stood in front of the door of the "formerly" destination.

The little beggar looked at the medicine shop indifferently. Its door was closed, and the thick roller shutter door was something he could not open. He stood in the heavy wind and snow, holding his arms and bowing his body, like a dog hesitating.

The lowly garbage only needs to take care of itself. Even if it is biological parents, they can save their lives and abandon them, let alone a mother and daughter who do not know anything at all? It is really stupid to do this. Such a fool has only two ways in this world. One is killed by nature. The other is caught by the officers and soldiers, and then killed by them.

The little beggar would not be such a fool. He took another step, preparing to bypass the medicine shop and turn back to his nest from the intersection in front.

Is the blizzard particularly violent today?

The little beggar's footsteps had just taken off when a blizzard suddenly hit! The little beggar's feet were paralyzed, and after being hit by Fengxue, they were knocked to the ground. After rolling a few times, they hit the wall beside the medicine shop.

He can't walk anymore.

If he stays here again, he will definitely be frozen to death!

Death is really terrible. It is dark and cold. Even the cheapest life makes the little beggar afraid of death. He struggled and climbed up against the wall. He wanted to find a place with a slightly higher temperature that would allow him to escape the blizzard. Thinking of this, he raised his head and searched everywhere.

Soon, he found it. On the wall of the medicine shop above his head, there was a window without an iron fence...

The medicine shop was pitch black and there was no figure. The little beggar took out the knife and gently tapped the glass with the handle. After confirming that no one came out, he exerted a little force, smashed the window glass close to the latch, opened the window, and crawled in.

The room was still cold, but it was obviously much better than the wind and snow outside. The little beggar held a knife and crawled secretly in the shelves. After hiding in a dark and inconspicuous corner, he hurried there, holding his breath and waiting quietly...

One minute...two minutes...three minutes...

Five minutes...ten minutes...fifteen minutes...

Fifteen minutes passed and no one came out. The gate responsible for isolation between the pharmacy and the boss's room was closed as if dead, without any movement. Now, the little beggar stood up from the corner, shook off the small icicles that had formed on his body, and walked carefully to the shelves of the pharmacy.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be a thief?"

Is there anything more frightening than hearing a stranger calling you behind your back in the dark?

The burglary was discovered, and the little beggar ignored everything and turned around and stabbed him with a knife. But the other party was obviously very clear about how to deal with a child holding a dull knife. He just twisted it and knocked the little beggar's knife down and pressed it to the ground.

"Hmph, don't be nervous, I don't want to hurt you."

The little beggar's brain was running rapidly, thinking about the meaning of the other person's words. To be honest, this was not the voice of the pharmacy boss, and the power in the other person's hands was not as strong as the fat boss could. Now that he was forced by others, it would be better to calm down first and wait for the other person to relax before robbing the knife and running away.

Thinking of this, the little beggar stopped struggling. When the other party saw that the little beggar was not struggling, he snorted coldly and turned his body over.

He was an adult about thirty years old. Two thick thick eyebrows were his most conspicuous characteristics. The man approached, looked at the little beggar and snorted again, saying, "Who are you, why are you here?"

The little beggar did not answer. Before confirming the other party's intention, being a mute is always the most convenient thing.

Thick eyebrows snorted again: "No answer? It doesn't matter, your name doesn't matter to me anyway. Hello, stand up."

The thick eyebrows grabbed the back of the little beggar's neck and lifted him up. Then, he pulled the little beggar straight towards the door leading to the shop owner's room, and opened it open...

Pungent bloody smell.

With the help of the flashlight in his hand with thick eyebrows, the shot of the already exasperated pharmacy owner lying on the bed covered in blood, the little beggar's sight was reflected.

He was killed. But before the little beggar could react, his thick eyebrows suddenly stuffed something into his hand, pushed him into the room, and then said with a smile: "This guy is a competitor to the owner of another pharmacy. Because the business is so good, I accept the entrustment to get rid of him. I am really lucky that you, the little angel, will you come to help me with the aftermath. Then, let me deal with the officers and soldiers. Oh, by the way, Senag is a border city, and public security is notoriously bad. So will those soldiers listen to your distinction and investigate carefully... Hehe, I can't guarantee it."

After saying that, the door was closed. Immediately afterwards, the little beggar heard a harsh alarm from the medicine shop, and the sound of the eardrums was almost deaf.

The little beggar got up from the ground and looked at his hands. It was a blood-stained knife, and the blood had already covered his hands. Then, he looked at the shop owner next to him. The person who had lost his life was slumped on the bed, with his eyes wide open, and his eyes were dying with his eyes open.
Chapter completed!