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Fox's words are very full, full of no room for discussion. The expression of the little beggar had not changed at all, and since he dared to speak so eloquently, it meant that he was ready to be hanged.

The little beggar let go of his feet and stepped back. The door was about to close, and he had seen the way to the mayoralty...

Fox's bluff, but in return for the little beggar's words. The light was gone from his face again, and he sprang up from the sofa, screaming for the door.

"Ready?"

Suddenly, the little beggar's foot hooked the door again. Cold expression, seems to have calculated the outcome of the seesaw battle.

The fox's steps came to a halt, and now he was quite sure the boy was serious. He is a guy who can live for himself, who can abandon others and use others without hesitation. Even if he did have some affection for the baby girl, he would not hesitate to send her to the mayor's mansion for sula's sake.

"I know! I lost! Totally lost!"

The fox raised his hands and gasped, his pride gone from his face.

"Two hundred sulla, then."

The little beggar repeated the price again. But different from just now, he did not take the little girl out of the warm arms, but more tightly hold her, with his own body temperature to hold her...

"This... I'm afraid not." The fox's face was full of helplessness. "boy, two hundred sulla is not a small number, and as I said, it's a thousand things to do without a loss. I would never buy that girl. But... Ah! Don't hurry! Wait a minute, and hear me out!"

"Call... That's right. Boy, since you have the courage to sell somebody else's baby, that shows you have a certain skill. How's that? Are you interested in working for me? Now, I have a job right here for you. Pay... Fifteen sulla."

The fox glanced at the place where the little beggar was holding the baby girl on his chest

"Enough for you to see the little girl."

From a moment ago to now, always have no what expression of the small beggar heard this sentence, the body involuntarily shiver once. He bowed his head, the baby girl in his arms had fallen into sleep, red cheeks emitting hot heat, breathing fast and faint...

"What job?"

For the first time, the little beggar responded so quickly. His grip on the baby girl grew tighter under the blanket.

Of course, the cunning fox was aware of the little beggar's little action. He sighed in his heart that he had finally made the right bet.

"You know, boy."

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

"A big part of our pink lady business is in the flesh business. We recently got a deal with a henpecked old guy who wanted to be cool and try something new. But the old man had a strange habit of liking little girls. The younger the better. Oh, of course, your dying little girl is out of the question."

The little beggar stood, waiting for him to finish.

"But where do my girls come from so many little girls? Most of them were over twenty, and their general level was the best in the street, but not in the eyes of the old man. What a pity, you say, to see this piece of fat on your hand slip away?"

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

The fox smiled. "clever. This was supposed to be done with my hands. But the problem is that what happened yesterday, the outside of the investigation. I'm afraid those sneaky-eyed guys under my charge have already moved their heads before they've caught them. By the way, I'll suffer for it."

"But on the contrary, we can also take advantage of it. The disappearance of yesterday's baby and today's disappearance of a ten-year-old girl shouldn't stand out, right? Besides, our worthy mayor might even put the charge on the heads of the kidnappers, and we sat and watched. That's why I need you."

"You are a child, and no one will notice you. With your calm and 'handsome' it should be easy to turn into a 'infatuated' your wench, huh? I'll get rid of that little girl when the old one's done with it, so there won't be any accidents. How's the deal going?"

The little beggar thought a little and nodded slowly.

'very well! The fox clapped his hands and went inside with his cigarette. Three minutes later, he came out with a pile of ragged children's clothes and threw them in front of the little beggar.

"These are deposits. You can't walk outside with a blanket on and not be noticed. Remember, to a good girl, remember to find clean, beautiful point. The old man had a good taste and some very curious interests. He also brought some clothes for me, saying it would be better if the girl could wear them. The clothes... Well, I'll talk to you when you bring someone. Also, it's not easy for you to move around with this little girl, is it? How about me?"

The little beggar did not answer, he stared at the fox in front of the corner of his eye, very carefully bent down to pick up the clothes, without another word out of the back door. Soon there was a bang on the door. When the fox hurriedly ran to the door to open the door to see, there is no small beggar outside the shadow.

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The blanket had frozen into ice. Above that quick take off the plush is like a needle, pricked the person's skin raw pain. In a dark alley, the little beggar took off the blanket, stripped to the waist, and turned over the clothes.

The chains on his right arm were still twisted, cold or otherwise, and the skin that had been cut yesterday seemed to have healed. Only his arms covered with red scars were visible under the black chains, in sharp contrast to the emaciated body of the little beggar.

Even though this is a dead end alley that can't be reached by the wind, the little beggar's behavior of not wearing any clothes seems a little crazy to the ordinary people. He felt a little crazy himself, but now he was not so cold. It was still shiveringly cold, but far from dulling his body.

Red eyes in chains rolled as the little beggar picked out the two tattered cotton-padded jackets that were the warmest in the pile. But instead of dressing himself, he wrapped the baby girl. Compared with his thin clothes, with the broken cotton-padded jacket, the baby girl's warm measures are much better.

When he had wrapped the little girl, he tied up the few rags he had left, which were full of holes. He picked up the blanket again and wrapped it around him like a cloak. The cold air through the holes into the clothes, or let a little shivering.

"What are you thinking of, boy?"

The dark voice echoed in my head. Blood eyes staring at the little beggar, not for a moment.

"You do hide your feelings, and I appreciate that. But when that guy said he could pay for the pills, I felt a twinge of emotion. You don't really want to give the money you've got to this little girl for a cure, do you?"

The little beggar did not answer, he silently dressed, stretched out his hand, is going to report on the garbage can on the little baby girl...

"That's enough, boy. Answer me!"

The light from the blood pupil shot up instantly, and the dagger in the chain came out of the blockade, pointing directly at the little beggar's nose. And the chains on his arms began to wriggle again, cutting the arms of the little beggar with sawing blades.

Blood, along the chain into the blood pupil. The little beggar's expression twisted with pain. He clenched his teeth and his hand, which had reached out to the baby girl, withdrew in pain.

"She... Useful..."

"Tell me, then, what use!" As the chains whirled around the arms, the meat and blood were scattered through the air, falling to the ground and turning into ice crystals.

"I... With her... More... Let one's guard down... No one... Think of... One with a baby... The child... What can be done... !"

The rotation of the chain stopped. The little beggar fell on his knees in the snow. With those snowflakes, the blood on his arm, also finally no longer gushes into the blood pupil, drip, drip, drip... Into the snow below my knees.

The blood pupil is silent. The eye was fixed on the little beggar, wondering what he was thinking. But the little beggar did not wait for the end. After exhaling heavily, he slowly straightened his knees and stood up again. Blood-stained arms stretched again to the baby's swaddling...

"Well, interesting."

Dark out back into the chain, the color of the pupil dimmed.

"Boy, you piqued my interest. Well, I'll see what you can do for a dead girl who has nothing to do with you. I'll see how long you can keep her, even if you know the chances of dying with her are higher."

The sawed wound healed quickly again. Except for the blood red scars on his hands, it was as if nothing had ever happened. The little beggar finally took the baby girl into his arms and rested against the garbage can for a while to let his spirits improve a little before shuffling out of the alley.