~： The first year story 032, blood footprints

No matter what the baron asked, the little beggar just said "Come for Sura". Gradually, the baron has no patience. It seems that the beggar in front of him is really an idiot. He only knows that changing Sura for Sura, and that the other party can find such a smart kid as a messenger. It is really the right person.

"Damn, brat! I asked you where exactly is Mr. Launold, do you tell me!"

The little beggar seemed shocked by the baron's roar. He was shivering, holding the baby girl, as if he meant to run away at any time. The baron wanted to get angry, but the attendant beside him hurriedly stopped him and persuaded him.

The baron also knew that if the little beggar was driven away now, the one named Launold might be gone. At this kind of juncture, it is better not to have more troubles, and to achieve the goal early.

Soon, a male servant put the purse with Sura in front of the little beggar, and the little beggar took the purse. He didn't even dare to count it, so he ran away in a panic.

"Hold on! Sorry, I scared you just now. I'm here to ask for your forgiveness."

The baron was afraid that the little beggar would say something bad to him when he returned, so he hurriedly grabbed him and said something good. Gradually, the little beggar's expression seemed to calm down. Although he was still a little cowered, his hands and feet were no longer flustered.

With the hope of the baron, the little beggar left the baron's mansion with the bag containing Sura. Soon, his figure disappeared in the intricate alleys of the town. When those who were following the baron's order came forward and searched...

Only the pure white snow fell quietly in front of them.

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Click, click, click...

The soft sound of coins hitting each other was emitted from an inconspicuous corner. In front of a beggar, there were five stacks of Sura in groups of ten.

A total of 52 suras.

After the idiot checked the quantity, he put Sula back into the bag. He picked up the groggy baby girl and got up from the snow.

"Congratulations, you succeeded in getting the corresponding coins within two days. How does this feel? Is it very comfortable to feel good through deception and framing?"

The blood pupil stared at the idiot, and the shining light in it almost dyed the snow fluttering all around.

There was still no expression on the idiot's face. He did not feel comfortable, nor did he feel happy. He didn't even have any awareness of his actions. Because intrigue is not a way for him to bully the other party, nor is it a way to prove himself, but a trick to survive. It's like a mouse hunting cockroaches to fill their stomachs. There is no joy, no excitement, and no comfort. No matter whether he is setting up others or causing others to encounter misfortune, he just lives like this, as if eating and sleeping were normal.

The idiot without any emotional fluctuations quickly moved to the train station, and his indifference made Diane seem a little disappointed. But soon, his attention shifted from the idiot, and he began to enjoy the "scenery" on both sides of the road.

Robbery, robbery, these things that I could not imagine two days ago have now appeared. The bankrupt city symbolizes no order, and various crimes have not only sprouted but grown into a towering tree.

"Help! Help me! Please forgive me!"

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl rushed out from the side alley. Her clothes were disheveled, her face was covered with tears, and her bare skin was covered with black and purple. She rushed out from the idiot.

"Damn, dare to run! Why didn't your dad spare us when he forced us for debt? Run?!"

The girl hadn't waited to rush out of the alley completely, three thick hands had already grabbed her hair, shoulders, and arms. Kong Wu's powerful man smiled and dragged the girl back into the depths of the alley. She burst into tears, and her life was on the verge of reaching out to the little beggar, begging him to save herself.

There was no change in the idiot's expression. Without even looking at the girl, he left the alley and continued to the train station. Regardless of the man's venting grin in the alley behind, or the girl's cry for help gradually fainting, none of this has slowed his pace by half or a bit.

He has seen this situation a lot, and many have made him think it is part of his life. There is never a lack of **** and murder in the dark side of Sennag. For idiots, there is never right or wrong in it. Only if you are qualified to live, the reason is as simple as that.

"Damn, dare to bite me!"

A man's anger came from the alley, and then the girl's call for help stopped abruptly. Thirty seconds later, the three men who hadn't even pulled up their pants rushed out of the alley in a panic and ran away.

The idiot's footsteps continued to extend, and in the dim laughter, among the snow flying all over the sky, he continued to march on this near-destroyed town, came to the train station, and bought a ticket.

"Woo~~~~"

why?

The idiot lowered his head and looked at the baby girl in his arms with eyes that almost melted into ice and snow. She closed her eyes and seemed to have a fever again. The little body was trembling because of the cold...

cold? But two days ago, she had never been trembling like this before? She feels cold... why?

The idiot couldn't think of the reason, so he decided not to think about it, because the baby's thoughts were never easy to guess. He entered the waiting hall, entered the platform, stood silently among the crowd waiting for the train to enter, waiting to leave the town.

"Woo, you **** guy, it's you! What little bargain! You return our home and the money for the children to go to school! You useless thing!"

Standing behind the yellow line, a woman's cry came from nearby. The idiot didn't turn his head, he didn't care about anything else. But Dimming was different. It opened a gap in its eyes with great interest, observing the things next to it.

It was a family of four, and the man looked like a useless cowardly man. His left hand was holding the hand of an eight or nine-year-old girl, and his right hand was carrying a travel bag. The woman next to her was holding a boy about two or three years old in her arms, and she was chattering at her man.

"You speak! You speak! I'm so blind that I would marry a man like you! It's useless, I only know how to work hard all day. Every one of my sisters is married. Money man, but how could I marry you? Now that I’m fine, the only time I was smart and lost all of our house! How are you going to make up for me? You say! You only move your **** Bad man!"

The woman was crying and making trouble, regardless of the eyes of other people around. Perhaps she was puzzled, and she began to pinch the man's arm.

The man endured, he just lowered his head and said nothing. It seems that he is really the same as his wife said, an honest man. Seeing that the man did not resist at all, his wife became even more angry, and the pinching movement became bigger and more rough. Pieces of nail marks were pinched out on the man's arm, but he still didn't dare to say a word.

The two children began to cry, and their cries made the woman more upset. She also cried, crying while saying hate men, and the movements on her hands changed from pinching to twisting, to grasping, to beating.

Amidst the hysterical screams of the woman, the train came. The black caterpillar with the huge chimney hurried to the station and into the platform.

The woman's screaming was masked by the whistle of the magic train. When the train is about to reach the idiot...

The man dropped the salute, took his wife's hand, took his two children, and jumped off the rails together.

The crowd backed away.

The panic call was masked by the loud whistle, and no one could hear it. The splash of blood sprayed on the faces and bodies of people who had not had time to dodge, causing them to open their mouths under the roaring whistle, and scream that no one could hear.

The blood also splashed on the idiot's face. There is no temperature, as if it is cold. He looked as if nothing had happened, quietly watching the train stop and the door opened. On the stairs leading to the carriage hung a small section of the child's forearm. The end of the arm was dripping blood, which stained the stairs red, and then dripped back to the ground.

The idiot stepped forward, his expression still unchanged. He stepped on the blood ladder and onto the train.

Dimie was smiling, and his blood-colored pupils looked at the idiot with admiration. On the aisle he walked, a **** footprint was printed unevenly. When the idiot found his seat and sat down, the dimming voice came into his mind again.

"The first step on the road to darkness, you did a great job. Haha...hahahaha...hahahahahahaha!!!"

Crazy laughter echoed in my mind, making people a little upset. The idiot lifted his right hand entangled in chains and wiped the blood from his face. He felt a little tired, and he had almost tense his nerves for the past two days, for fear of making any mistakes in his calculations. Now, he can finally relax a little bit and leave the town that has been used up.