~： First year story 012, transaction

The fox's words are full, and there is no room for negotiation. The little beggar's expression has not changed at all. Since he dared to speak so full, it means that he is ready to be hanged.

The little beggar released his foot and stepped back. The door is about to close, and he has already recognized the path to the mayor's mansion...

The fox's bluff, but in exchange for the little beggar's words will do. The ease on his face was lost again, and he jumped up from the sofa, yelling, about to rush towards the door.

"Have you thought about it?"

Suddenly, the little beggar's feet hooked the door again. The indifferent expression seemed to have determined the end of this tug-of-war.

The fox's footsteps stopped abruptly. Now, he was completely sure that the kid in front of him was serious. He is a guy who can abandon other people and use other people without hesitation in order to survive. Even if he really has some affection for the little girl, I am afraid that for Sura, he will not hesitate to send her to the mayor's residence.

"I see! I lost! I lost completely!"

The fox raised his hands and took a breath, his face has completely lost his arrogance.

"Then, two hundred Sura."

The little beggar repeated the price again. But unlike just now, he did not take the little baby girl out of his warm arms, but hugged her tighter, holding her with his own body temperature...

"This... I'm afraid it really won't work." The fox's face was full of helplessness. "Boy, two hundred Sura is not a small number, and I just said that I will do everything at a loss and not do business at a loss. This little girl, I I will never buy it. But... hey! Don't rush away! Wait a minute, let me finish!"

"Huh... That's it. Boy, since you have the courage to abduct someone's baby and sell it, it means you have a certain ability. How? Are you interested in working for me? Now, I happen to have a share here. I’ll give you a job that suits you. Remuneration... Fifteen Sura."

The fox glanced at the place where the little beggar was holding the little baby **** his chest, and after a quiet snort, he added--

"Enough for you to see a doctor for this little girl."

From just now to the present, the little beggar, who has always had no expression, trembles involuntarily when he hears this sentence. He lowered his head, the little baby girl in his arms had fallen asleep, hot heat exuded from his red cheeks, and his breathing was short and weak...

"What job?"

For the first time, the little beggar responded so quickly. Under the blanket, his hands holding the little baby girl became tighter.

The old cunning fox certainly noticed this little movement of the little beggar. He sighed in his heart, his treasure this time was finally bet on the right.

"You know, kid."

The fox sat back on the sofa again and lit a cigarette again.

"A large part of the turnover in our'Pink Girl' is skin and flesh business. Recently we took an order. There is an old guy who is afraid of his wife who wants to be chic and try new things. But the old man has some strange things. Fetish, like sex. The younger the better. Ah, of course, your little girl who is dying of illness is not considered."

The little beggar stood, waiting for him to finish.

"But where do the girls here come so fucking? Basically, they are over twenty years old. The overall level is still top-notch on this street, but it is estimated that they will not be in the eyes of the old man. Seeing this piece of fat is enough To slip away, you say, what a pity?"

"......You want me to bring a girl?"

The fox smiled and said, "Smart. Originally, this kind of thing should be done by my hands. But the problem is that that kind of thing happened yesterday, and the investigation was ruthless outside. The guys under me ran out, I'm afraid they haven't got anyone out yet. I moved my head as soon as I caught it. By the way, I also suffered."

"But on the contrary, we can also take advantage of this. The baby disappeared yesterday, and today a little girl about ten years old is not noticeable, right? Moreover, our respectable Mr. Mayor might still take this The bill is put on the heads of those abducting babies, and we sit on the wall and watch. Therefore, I need you."

"You are still a child, and others won't pay attention to you. With your calmness and'handsomeness' you should be able to easily abduct a girl who is'obsessed with' you, huh, isn't it? After the old immortal enjoys it, I That little girl will be dealt with, so no accidents will happen. How about this business?"

The little beggar nodded slowly after thinking for a while.

"Very good!" The fox clapped his hands and walked inside with a cigarette in his mouth. Three minutes later, he walked out from inside holding a pile of tattered children's clothes and threw it in front of the little beggar.

"These are regarded as deposits. You walk outside in a blanket, and you don’t want to attract attention. Remember, the girl who wants a good family, remember to find a clean and beautiful one. The old man’s taste is very delicious, and it is also Some very peculiar interests. He also brought me some clothes, saying that it is best to wear those clothes for girls. Those clothes... Forget it, wait until you bring people. Also, you bring them This little girl should be inconvenient to move? How about putting it with me?"

The little beggar didn't answer. He stared at the fox in front of him from the corner of his eyes, bent over and picked up the clothes very cautiously, and walked out the back door without saying a word. Soon, there was a "bang" on the door. When the fox hurried to the door and opened the door to look, there was no longer a shadow of the little beggar outside.

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The blanket has frozen into ice sticks. The fluff on the top is like a needle, and the person's skin hurts. In a gloomy alley, the little beggar took off the blanket and turned his clothes naked.

The chain on his right arm is still entangled. I don’t know if it’s the cold or other factors. The skin that was cut yesterday seems to have healed. Under the black chain, only arms covered with red scars are exposed, forming the thin body of the little beggar. A sharp contrast.

Although this is a dead end where the wind cannot blow, the behavior of the little beggar without any clothes on his body is still a bit crazy to ordinary people. He himself felt a little crazy, but at this moment, the feeling on his body was no longer so cold. Although it was still a bit cold, it made people tremble, but it was far from the point where it made his body dull.

The red eyes under the chains rolled, watching the little beggar pick out the two warmest torn jackets in the pile of clothes. But instead of putting it on for himself, he wrapped it up for the little baby girl. Compared with his thin clothes, with these torn padded jackets, the baby girl's warm measures are finally much better.

After wrapping up the little baby girl, he put the remaining pieces of thin cloth clothes all with holes on him and tied them up. He picked up the blanket again and surrounded him like a cloak. The cold air got into the clothes through the holes, still making people tremble.

"Boy, what are you thinking about?"

The dimmed voice echoed in my mind. The blood pupil stared at the little beggar, staying on for a moment.

"You are really good at hiding your feelings, which I appreciate. But when the guy just said that you can pay for the medicine, I felt a trace of your emotions. Wouldn't you really want to take the money you got? Come and treat this little girl?"

The little beggar did not answer. After he put on his clothes silently, he stretched out his hand and was about to report the little baby **** the trash...

"Enough, kid. Answer me!"

The light radiating from the blood pupils skyrocketed instantly, and the dagger in the chain got out of the blockade and pointed directly at the little beggar's nose. And the chains on his arm began to wriggle again, and the saw-like blade cut the little beggar's arm.

The blood rushed into the blood pupil along the iron chain. The little beggar's expression was gradually distorted with pain. He gritted his teeth, and the hand reaching the little baby girl withdrew because of the pain.

"She... has use value..."

"Then tell me, what is the value of use!" The chain quickly revolved around the arm, and the minced meat and blood scattered in the air, falling to the ground and turning into ice crystals.

"I... take her... better... let people relax... no one... would think of... a... a child with a baby... what can you do...!"

The rotation of the chain stops. The little beggar knelt on the snow with his knees soft. As the snowflakes rose, the blood on his arm finally stopped pouring into the blood pupil, dripping, dripping, dripping...into the snow below his knees.

The blood pupil was silent. The eye was fixed on the little beggar, not knowing what he was thinking. But the little beggar did not wait for Dimie to finish thinking. After exhaling a heavy breath, he slowly straightened his knees and stood up again. The blood-stained arms stretched out again to the baby girl's swaddling...

"Huh, funny."

Dim Mi slipped back into the chain again, and the blood-colored pupils gradually dimmed.

"Boy, you aroused my interest. Well, I want to see how much you can do for this dead girl who has nothing to do with you. Even if you know that carrying her will make you die I will wait and see how long you can protect her if the probability is greater."

The sawn wound healed quickly again. Except for the blood-red fleshy scars on the hands, everything seemed to have never happened. The little beggar finally took the baby girl into his arms, rested on the trash can for a while, and let his energy a little better, then shuffled and walked out of the alley.