Binding of fate

Fox, is the man's nickname. The real names of all the people here have long since been consigned to the dustbin by dirt and messiness. The man about forty looked down at the little beggar, for his body only wrapped in a blanket of behavior is obviously stunned, but still very fast to speak --

"I thought it was someone. It was a little mouse still breathing. You seldom deal with us. What have you come here for?"

Without hesitation, the beggar pulled the blanket and handed out the baby girl in his arms. The baby girl did not know what had happened, but kept her emerald eyes fixed on the beggar, making meaningless noises.

"Selling women. Twenty sulla."

The fox's sinister face suddenly froze! He poked his head back and forth, grabbed the beggar, dragged him in, and slammed the door. Then he stared at the little beggar and the baby girl in his hands with a look of great fear in his eyes.

"... Little mouse, where did you get this baby girl? !"

The little beggar looked at the fox coldly, his right hand hidden behind him, his left hand still holding the swaddle forward -

"Human trafficking, never asking where people come from. Twenty sulla."

The fox opened the peeping window and peered outside for a while, making sure no one was there. Then he gradually breathed a sigh of relief. The insidious man turned his head, looked at the little beggar, and suddenly showed a knowing sneer.

"Little mouse, do you know that many new born children suddenly disappeared in the city last night? The incident had made the guard a first two men. And unfortunately, our 'respectable' mayor seems to be greeting a princess of a certain country, letting her stay for the night on her way home. When something like this happens, there's a lot of scrutiny out there."

The little beggar was silent. His outstretched hand drew back slowly. The corner of his eye also began to glance to the side door, it seemed that he was ready to escape...

The fox, however, seemed to sense the beggar's movements, so he stood first in front of the door and sneered, "our mayor has offered a large reward for information. Hem, you noticed that too? If I put you and your baby girl in the hands of the mayor, how many solas can I get?"

"Can I help you, boy?"

The voice of darkness rose in my head. The little beggar felt the chain of his right hand move slightly, and he felt a feeling of holding the dagger in his heart.

Armed, the little beggar's face calmed down a lot. He hid his right hand under the blanket and watched...

The fox could not detect the little beggar's movement. No, it would be strange to see anything in that face, which had never expressed itself. The man gave another sneer and said slowly, "but don't worry. I'm not stupid enough to give you away as a gift. You can figure it out with your asshole. How could you, a little rat, have taken nearly a hundred babies from the city in one night? So the mayor will think you're just doing it. But since I can't find your master, and I'm anxious to solve the case, I'm afraid I'll be the scapegoat of those fellows and hang with you."

The fox put out his hand and sneered, "little mouse, after listening to those words just now, you should know how dangerous it is to walk down the street with a baby in your hands? Come, give me this little girl, and then obediently go out, safely go to your sewer life."

The little beggar stared at the outstretched hand. His hands were greasy and his fingernails were black with mud. So he stared at the hand. After a long time, he pulled back the blanket and handed the baby girl over.

The fox laughed. The child is still a child, no matter how old, can not escape is a child, afraid of death, easy to cheat the nature. The fox took a step and reached for the baby girl. The big, dirty, greasy hand appeared directly above the swaddling clothes, and reflected in the baby girl's green eyes...

Hand, grasp the swaddle. But just then, the fox's hand suddenly hurt. He jerked back his hand, only to find a cut on his wrist! From the wound, it appeared to be an unusually sharp dagger. Apparently, the beggar hid his right hand holding the dagger under the baby girl's body, and when he came to grab her, he made a cut on his wrist.

"Shit, garbage! How dare you... !"

The fox spat out only half his curse. Because, the cold snow, at that moment in his face.

The little beggar stood at the door. The back door that had been opened was a frozen world. He held the baby girl in his left hand, hid his right hand under the cloak, and stared at the wounded fox with his cold eyes.

"Do you want to escape? I'll kill you!"

See the little beggar just stood in the doorway, the fox from the side of the cabinet emergency pull out a cloth wrapped around his wrist, as if to pounce on the past...

"I'll tell the guard."

Under the cold words, the fox, unexpectedly stopped.

The little beggar hooked his foot to the door and stared at the fox with his cold eyes. Then, holding the baby's swaddle out again, he said calmly, "buy her. Otherwise, I'll take her to the mayor. Tell him that I and many others have been hired by you to carry the baby girls out of town."

"You... !!!!!!!!!"

The fox's eyes were wide open. He stared at the beggar viciously, but dared not act rashly. The back door is specially designed to prevent people from breaking into it, so it has a lot of automatic locks. Once closed, it takes at least 30 seconds to open it. Thirty seconds was enough time for the beggar to escape.

The situation was not very good for the fox, and the child's words could not be false, for once he, a man, was given up, he could not be justified in the same way as if he were a child and sold a baby. What's more, his crimes here are not uncommon, and sennaga's mayor is not a stickler for details. Plus, the mayor was in a hurry to solve the case...

Fox, smiled. He slightly covered the wound on his arm and smiled gallantly.

"Oh, why? Everyone comes out to eat. Ok, I'll take it! Isn't twenty sulla? I give, I give still can't?"

The fox felt for the purse and opened it. But all the change in it added up to only seventeen solas. He grimaced with an expression of great distress.

"Young master, look..."

"Two hundred solas."

The beggar handed the baby girl forward again.

"Two... Two hundred? But you said..."

"Before you told me about the missing baby, twenty. Tell me, two hundred."

"But... But you see, I only have seventeen here..."

Without further ado, the little beggar immediately carried the baby girl back to her bosom, making a gesture to hook the door with her feet...

Now the fox was really worried. He looked almost ready to cry. The man who had spent so long in this sinister world was now in the mood to kneel before the little beggar.

He kept begging the little beggar for mercy, hoping to buy time. But the little beggar didn't seem to care. When the fox's appeal had passed the fifth sentence, he made no more answer, and threatened to go out into the snow and ice.

The winter sun, weak but dazzling. The light fell on the baby girl's face, and reflected back into the beggar's eyes through her green eyes...

"Blare... Uh..."

The little girl stretched out her hand and clutched at the little beggar in front of her.

But...

"Blare... Well... Ahem..."

The hand stretched out the swaddle, cold immediately attacked the baby girl that was already weak body. Her face turned red again, her open eyes slowly closed, and she began to cough violently.

The baby's cough fogged the beggar's cold eyes. He lowered his head, placed the baby girl in his arms, and carefully hid her hands under the blanket. But in doing these movements, his feet always hook the door, the corner of his eye is not relaxed to stare at the fox over there, warning him not to close.

"Oh? Is she ill?"

At the sound of the baby girl's cough, the fox's eyes, which had been flurried a moment before, suddenly stopped bowing and straightened up.

The beggar arranged the baby girl's clothes, cuddled her against the flesh, and looked up at the fox.

"I'm sorry, young master. Since you are a sick baby girl, I am sorry, but I will not buy it."

"..............."

The little beggar was silent, but he did not shut the door at once. Because the fox had something to say, he wanted to understand what he was trying to say.

The fox went to one side of the broken sofa sat down, crossed his legs, sneer: "boy, if you want to go to high hair then go to high hair. Even so, I will not pay a penny for this dying little girl. In this world, you can do any business, but you can never do any business at a loss. Does it look like she's had a fever for a long time? I don't think she'll make it through the next snowstorm. You want me to spend two hundred sola on a dying baby girl? No way."

"Thought the little beggar. After a long time, he said coldly: "her mother, very beautiful. When they grow up, they'll be beautiful too, and they'll make you a lot of sulla."

"Beautiful? Well, do you brat know what a woman is?"

The fox lit a cigarette, took a nice drag, exhaled a mist, and said: "even if her mother is really beautiful, but who can guarantee that she will be beautiful? Besides, she was only born now, and it would be at least ten years before she was old enough to receive visitors. I've been raising her for nothing for ten years? Such a sick baby would never be bought out of charity, so I would never pay for it."