Cold overture

Dark city, dirty city.

Senag, such a small frontier city, seems to be the abbreviation of the world. Those who have money, those who have power, all have those fine houses, surrounded by servants, delicious food, and a warm bed to enjoy at night. Without money and power, you are a dog and a worm. Sometimes, you're not even as good as a dog or a worm, but just as good as garbage. And such a person basically can only be those at the top of the rich derogatory poor, or --

criminal

And today, there is also a small figure hiding in a dark alley. A pair of cold and heartless eyes, indifferent to look at the outside that comes and goes, crowd. In his arms, he carried a sharp knife.

It was a boy of about ten years old, with long black hair almost covering his face, except for the pair of eyes under the hair that made everyone tremble.

He is a beggar. A ragged, dirty little beggar with black dust on his hands. On his face, which was obviously still a little young, there was a kind of experience and vicissitudes that no ordinary boy of his age could match. Especially his eyes, which had lost their innocence too early, we're now full of yu wang and heartless. They stared at every passer-by, at their wallets, at the men's watches, at the women's jewelry. Everything of value was the object of his binocular scan.

"Goo blare......"

The little beggar's belly, crying. Hunger, however, made his eyes colder and sharper. Today, he is no longer a child only ten years old, but a hungry Wolf. What laws, what morals, were now forgotten by him. Those things are only used by the powerful to suppress his malpractice, but not at all to fill his stomach!

Finally, the little beggar's prey appeared. His target was a well-dressed fat woman in her thirties. Now, the woman stopped in front of a grocery store, taking her time picking through the items. Wait until she chooses to be satisfied after commodity, fat woman feels purse from the bosom, open...

At that moment, he moved!

Like lightning, The little beggar was like a Wolf in the attack, lunged at the fat woman! Take advantage of that fat woman has not responded to come over when grabbed the purse in the hand of a fat woman to be about to escape! The fat woman started, then immediately realized that she had been robbed of her purse and began to shout!

All around the pedestrians have looked sideways, a patrol of soldiers is more accurate, forward to grab the small beggar.The soldier grinned, pointed his open, fanned hand at the beggar's face, and immediately turned one side of his face red and swollen.

"Stealing, boy? Don't want to die, do you?"

The little beggar did not speak, and his eyes, hidden by layers of long hair, were filled with hatred instead of fear.Without hesitation, he pulled the knife from his chest, raised his hand and stabbed the soldier in the thigh.The soldier felt a chill in his leg and let go of the beggar.Touch it with your hand, and the blood will make his eyes red!But when he looked up again, where was the little beggar's shadow?

There was nothing else in the town, but its dark alleys were always its theme.The little beggar gasped, hid in the alley, watching the situation warily.After making sure no one was after him, he rubbed the bloody knife on his dirty clothes and put it into his bosom.

He opened his wallet with excitement, only to find a magic card.To this,the little beggar gnashed his teeth, Break the magic card directly with your hand.Without the identity of the owner, Even if there were a million solas hidden in the magic card, there wouldn't be a penny left!

"Goo blare............"

Stomach, more hungry.

The little beggar dropped his wallet, took a short rest, and began to look for a new target again.He has no father and mother, As early as when he was sensible, he knew that without money in the world, he could not fill his stomach.And in order to survive here, in addition to your actions fast enough, your heart, must be hard enough.

always be ready to kill.

The knife, which he had pulled out of a dustbin, had been stained with the blood of countless people.There was the blood of other beggars who fought with him for food, and the blood of the owner who lost his wallet.And, of course, the blood of those soldiers.So far, the little beggar has been unable to kill with the dull knife because of his small strength.But those days may soon be here.As he grew older, his strength increased.Really "kill" that moment, think also can't have far.

The little beggar kneaded the knife in his bosom, and was already ready to sacrifice everything for survival. He had already done enough for the psychological preparation of "killing".He would do anything to fill his stomach!

Time, a second to go.As the sun approached dusk, the beggar did not find his prey again.The number of soldiers patrolling the streets increased gradually, and some beggars, like him, were caught stealing and robbing in order to survive.And those soldiers to the thief's most straightforward punishment, is to pull out his sword and cut off their hands. Those gush of blood and water scene, the little beggar do not know how many times have seen.

Calm, patient, careful, ruthless.This is what he learned from the lessons of the blood of his companions.

The sun, more inclined.There are more and more soldiers on patrol on the roads. If this goes on, I'm afraid there will be no harvest today.And have no harvest, mean oneself want hungry belly, want to endure cold and hunger, meet the night to fall slowly.

Cold and hunger are the prelude to death.The little beggar has seen too many people, under the threat of these two things, no longer move.

The sky, slowly falling snow.Snow in the dark always with a hazy beauty...The beauty of killing.

The little beggar shivered. Hunger was robbing him of his little strength.He looked up at the sky, rubbed his hands together, and sneaked out of the alley in the darkness.

There were not many people in the streets, and even the soldiers on patrol were cowed into camp by the snow. Within seconds, the streets were covered with a thin white carpet. The little beggar rubbed his hands and stepped on a pair of worn-out thin cloth shoes. He walked to the other side of the road...

The delicious bakery, with the food he needed to survive the night.

The little beggar rubbed his hands and hid in the corner.His cool, unemotional eyes stared at the bakery.The delicious smell of the toast in the glass window made his stomach scream louder.

"Oh, welcome again!"

A guest came out of a bakery with a paper bag full of bread in his arms.The shopkeeper smiled and sent him out, rubbing his fat hands on his apron.

The little beggar snorted and followed the guest with the knife in his arms.His eyes were fixed on the man walking with the paper bag full of bread, looking now at the paper bag, now at his waist.He was a small man, and the guest seemed to be a tall man, who had to be put down with a single blow if he wanted to get the bread.

The little beggar followed the man, walking slowly.The snow in the sky was falling more heavily, almost freezing people completely.The man tightened his fur coat, reached into the paper bag, pulled out a bun, and took a bite.As he ate the bread, the beggar's eyes grew colder and his hands tightened around the knife.Finally, when two people walked to an alley where no one, the small beggar suddenly started speed, holding the knife, to the man's back stab!

"Splish!"

A slight noise brought the knife up to the hilt.A gleam of joy came into the little beggar's eyes.But before he was happy, the man sprang forward with a cry, and all his bread fell on the floor!He turned and looked in horror at the little beggar with the blade in his hand.When he touched the blood, his eyes were immediately full of hate and curse!He picked up a stick at the side of the road and waved to the little beggar!

The man was wearing a thick fur coat.But the little beggar's knife was too much.The sting only hurt the flesh, but did not completely put the other side down! The little beggar started in his heart, and he quickly rolled on the ground to avoid the club.Looking at the man in front of him brandishing the stick, he knew that if he was caught, he would be immediately killed!

This moment, the little beggar first thought of escape. But his steps stopped as soon as he took a step.His eyes fell on the scattered loaves of bread, without which he would have escaped, doomed to die tonight!After the flash of thought, the little beggar turned his head and rushed to the past, just under the man's chase to pick up a piece of bread on the ground, under the snow, fly away.

Clutching the snow-covered loaf of bread, the little beggar panted into the dark alleys.It was now quite dark, and the snow was getting bigger and bigger.He listened with bated breath to any movement outside, and when he was sure the man was not coming, he collapsed in the snow with a real sigh of relief.

The most dangerous time has passed.Darkness will provide him with the best shelter.The little beggar went deep into the alley and sat down behind a pile of garbage.It's dirty. It's messy.But the more messy it was, the more certain it was that no one would come and disturb his food.

The little bread was so frozen and stiff that the fingers of the little beggar, who was already numb, could not even detect its softness.But it doesn't matter.He looked at the prey in his hand, swallowed the water, opened his mouth happily, was about to bite off...

"Ooo! Uh - -! Woo-hoo!"

All of a sudden!A baby's cry lifted the spirit of the little beggar!He pushed the bread into his arms like a wild dog guarding the food, and his alert ears and eyes looked straight in the direction of the cry.By the dim light of the snow he could dimly see a man, wrapped in a black cloak, sitting farther down the lane.And the baby's cry seemed to come from the man's bosom.

The man in the black cloak looked nervous at the sound of the baby's cry.From the soothing hum of the voice, it seemed to be a woman.Besides, she was not a very old woman.The woman kept consoling the cry in her arms, and her voice seemed anxious.Through the black cloak, the beggar could faintly see a small body emerging from it.

A baby.

The little beggar looked at the woman silently, watchful.The bread in his arms was his food, and if anyone dared to rob him, he would never save his knife!Even if it's a woman!

After a long standoff, the beggar noticed that the woman did not seem to want to grab his bread.She just has been coaxing the baby in the arms, but the voice is more and more choked, seems to have what sorrow in the chest, can not let go.

The little beggar was relieved and did not bother with the woman.In this world, countless people starve to death on the streets.Life as long as you care about yourself, others are dead or alive, what do he do?

He took the loaf out of his bosom again, looked at the crust, which was still steaming, and swallowed greedily.The loaf was not very large, and he would eat it slowly, without wasting a single savory detail.After enjoying it, he opened his mouth again and was about to bite...

"Ooo! Uh - -! Woo-hoo!"

The baby's cry became louder than ever!And this cry, also let the small beggar is about to send to the mouth of the hand abruptly stop!He turned his head and looked at the woman over there.I saw her face more anxious to coax the arms of the baby, seems to be trying not to let her cry!But the baby was crying louder and louder, with no intention of stopping.

The little beggar looked at the woman and then at the baby in her arms.Finally, his eyes focused on the piece of bread in hand.

This loaf is really small...Almost the size of a ten-year-old's palm...If you eat it whole, you might not starve.But if you give it to someone else...

The little beggar shook his head desperately and simply turned his back on the woman and the baby girl.As cruel as a heart, the bread into his mouth, a big bite.

"Ooo! Uh - -! Woo-hoo!"

Bread is very fragrant, it has been completely cold, also frozen hard bread, eat in the mouth is so sweet.But after such a mouthful, the little beggar found that behind the sound of the baby crying in slowly weak down.At the same time, the woman's voice sounded more and more agitated.

The little beggar swallowed the bread and became hungrier.But before continuing to bite, he turned and looked at the woman behind him.Her face was visibly in a state of panic, and the baby in her arms was growing weaker and weaker...

The little beggar turned his head to look at the bread in his hand.Then he looked back again at the woman and the baby in her arms...

The little beggar turned his head, resolutely ignored the squat there, continue to hold this small piece of bread.He kept telling himself that there was no warmth in the world.Everything must depend on oneself!If you starve to death, you can never blame others for not giving charity to yourself, but blame yourself for not being able to go to the gun, to steal, to cheat!Has anyone ever given himself a loaf of bread, a sulla, when he was hungry and cold?No, no one!Since sensible, oneself is so come over, see so!He had seen clearly that this was not a world in which those who gave alms to others could live!

The baby's cry finally wore off.The little beggar smiled a cruel smile, as if in revenge, and took another bite of the bread.

Bread...Still so sweet.Its skin is still so crisp, the taste is still so full.But why, this mouthful but not just that mouthful brought satisfaction?

The little beggar looked at the loaf of bread in his hand with a puzzled look.Most of it is left.And at this point, behind the baby girl crying, finally, disappeared...

The little beggar jerked up his head!He turned quickly, looking almost incredulously in the direction of the woman!The woman was already in tears, her dry fingers poking out from under her cloak, her trembling hands caressing the baby's cheek.The falling snow had dyed her black cloak white.

That is... The white of despair.

The little beggar sprang to his feet and rushed to the woman with more rapidity than he had ever stolen before!He leaned over his head and looked into the woman's arms. The baby lay there, pale and with closed eyes, no longer crying.The little beggar started, and a strange feeling of guilt burned in his chest.Then, without thinking, he handed the rest of the bread to the woman.

"Eat it. Feed her."

The woman raised her tearful eyes and saw that she was looking at a beggar about the size of a 10-year-old.She looked at the bread in the beggar's hand, but shook her head.Instead, she picked up the baby in her arms and said anxiously, "my child, can you make the flour soft enough to feed my daughter?Her...She's dying!"