Chapter 7: Runaway plan

Chapter 7 Runaway Plan
"Bite this piece of wood, you will feel better, sorry, I... I can only think of this."
Tyres frowned and squatted in front of Ryan.
The nephew who had licked a leg lay on the ground halfway against the wall, and the blood slowly flowed out from the right hand of the "broken wire".
Ryan looked at Tyres, who was polishing the dagger on the blunt stone, and let him put a piece of wood into his mouth.
Behind Teres, the girl Corlia sat in the hospital with a dull look. The place on the left face that had been burned by silver coins had just finished the medicine and was covered with a piece of cloth.
And the blackened silver coin was being held tightly by her.
The girl's eyes wide open, look at it, look at it, and look up at the moon for a while, and laugh out nervously from time to time.
Behind her, Quaid’s dead body reclined against the broken wall.
A nausea hits Tels.
The sense of touch, the sense of obstacles that tie the metal into the flesh and blood, from time to time looming in the hands of Tyres.
Tyres sighed and resisted the singularity of the first murder.
The burn on the chest is still in pain, and he has shared a lot of attention.
He must kill Quaid, and this point does not regret.
Even when he put the dagger into his neck, and when he watched Quaid fall down, Taylors felt a rush of pleasure.
That is the pleasure of revenge.
At that moment, it seems that all the grievances and hatreds have been relieved and vented.
It seems that the long-lost justice came at that moment.
Simple and rude, effective and direct.
But... Taylors closed his eyes and shut Quaid in the pool of blood, but could not stop the emptiness and chill from attacking his body.
Do not.
He repeated to himself over and over again: No.
No matter how quick the feeling is at that moment, enmity and relief.
He can't like it.
That is killing.
Kill the same kind.
It may be a last resort, but for whatever reason, he is not worthy of being proud of it.
Killing Quaid is not to change the scum of him.
More importantly, Tyres turned his head and looked at Celia, putting the sharp dagger in the flame.
These children have probably experienced the most crucial scene in their lives.
It is also the most terrible scene.
There was another illusory scene in front of his eyes, and the light of the projector and the text of the slide appeared like a wave.
"From the perspective of developmental psychology, children and adolescents are the most critical period for the formation of a person's mind and personality. Bloom's follow-up study found that the environment, interaction, and behavior experienced at this stage are both future and future. Personality and psychological development have a strong correlation. Many theoretical studies also believe that this effect may even accompany lifelong..."
Taylors swayed his head and hid another memory that he had recovered.
The mental health of the deaf children is second, but what is to be solved is how to survive.
Tyres pressed the nausea of ​​his heart and turned his attention to the dagger in his hand.
This dagger has no adult arm length, one side is edged, the tip of the knife has a slight curvature on the side of the blade, the wooden handle is wrapped with black leather belt to prevent the slipper, and the sides of the blade are smooth... …Ok?
Taylors suddenly found that under the scrubbing of blood and flame, two letters appeared on the blade side.
JC.
JC?
Tyre's eyes changed slightly.
More tricks, more planning, more cleverness... Taylors thought, not as good as the dagger named "JC".
The next second, Tyres looked cold.
The blade that was still roasting at the last moment suddenly appeared on Ryan's broken hand!
"laugh!"
Tyres did not hesitate to cut it all!
Cut off only a little bit of flesh between Ryan's palm and wrist.
"Well! Um... Hey!"
Ryan slammed like a shrimp on the Yahir River that fell into the boiling water!
He clenched the firewood, his eyes closed in pain, his face exaggeratedly twisted, his tears and his nose could not flow, and he was scared to go back and forth in his throat.
Tyres quickly pulled over the good medicine - in fact, just some of the oolders - the cloth strips, struggling with each other, stalking Ryan's broken hand, and slamming back and forth.
I hope this can be used to stop the blood, not to infect, otherwise...
Taylor looked at the fire and shook his head.
Ryan was still twitching in pain, and while Tyler held down his broken hand, he tried to bring him into his arms.
"Keep on, Ryan, soon passed, hold on!" Taylors softly comforted him with his eyes closed, and the burn on his chest was rubbed by Ryan, and it was a painful pain.
Taylors looked to the other side: Kelly, Ned, and Ensola, three children who had been so close, and now lying quietly in the moonlight.
It is like falling asleep.
Ryan's breathing gradually ruled, but Kelia began to sob again.
"Tells, hey, I'm so scared, Corelia has no typhoid, Kelia is already good..."
Tyres put down Ryan, turned and held Collia in his arms, carefully avoiding the burn on her face and gently patted her.
"It's okay, Corelia, it's okay."
Sorry.
I didn't protect everyone.
"Thales!"
Taylors opened his eyes.
Xinti ran back breathlessly.
Tyres took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down:
"How about outside?"
Sinti was the youngest child in the sixth house, and after Taylors helped him to finish the dislocated leg (the children's career, let them master a lot of self-help knowledge, such as bones - or bones) Then, Tells sent outside to inquire about the news and let the wind out, to warn of possible threats.
"No one is here."
"There is no Rick, no thugs, no fraternal people, no one outside the abandoned house knows nothing."
Sinti is the oldest and the tacit understanding with Thales is the longest. He directly talks about the latter's most concerned part.
"Quad seems to have been to a lot of people's houses. Some people have managed to escape. But, not counting us, at least six or seven rooms, there is no movement."
Taylor's eyes glanced.
The sixth house is not the nearest house to the gate.
He probably guessed the fate of those houses.
"Now everyone knows what happened, everyone is saying that the Brotherhood will kill us all. Some people are afraid to come out in the house, but more people are going to the streets, and some people want to escape. ""
Tyres shines: "Wait, you said that the thugs are not there?"
Sinti knew what Tyres was thinking. He shook his head and bitterly said:
"Useless, the door was locked from the outside. Karak yelled at the door with the people in their house, but no one called. Unless we could cross the trench and the spike inside, we couldn't escape."
"We," Ryan held his right hand, struggling to sit up from the ground, pale: "Do we have to escape? We can wait here until the morning, until Rick and other people come, tell them that Quaid is crazy. ......"
"No!" Tyres interrupted Ryan. "Quid died in the hustle and they found the murderer. We must die. Even if we can't find the murderer, they will take it out and explain it. Quaid. His father is not a small force in the Brotherhood, they will not forget it."
"And," Tyres looked at Ryan coldly, saying:
"Do you still want them to send the next Quaid? Even if the next leader is not like Quaid, but he knows that his predecessor is dead in the hands of the nephew, you still expect him to be delicious and good for you. Then kneel down, please don't kill him?"
This string of words came out, Ryan, Kelly, including Sinti, did not understand, three people squinted, a pair of unclear and fierce look.
Tyres looked at the eyes of the three people, helplessly bowed his head and sighed, saying:

Simply, we have to escape.

"Oh."
The three children nodded in a "sensely" way.
Taylor shook his head helplessly.
A scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The scattered streets were snowing, and a sly figure jumped forward in front of him, while he himself muttered.
"...So, Weber summed up his observations and historical materials, for example, the origin of capitalism in Europe. In the book, the economic foundation of the old horse determines the superstructure, and it is ridiculous..."
"Although I don't understand what you are saying, I feel so good."
"Oh... in a nutshell, Webber is despising the old horse."
"Oh, that's it, then to commemorate Weber, let's go eat a small hot pot!"
"It's obviously you are asking me what class I took today. Can you talk so fast? And why is it so natural!"
"There is a decision, Korean barbecue! Strike free, attack!"
"It's just not a small hot pot - don't push me - what is the freedom of attack - all say don't push me -"
Tyres closed his eyes and dispelled the illusion that came back from the void.
The recent memories have become more and more frequent, and the "past" has emerged piece by piece.
But don't be it now.
Can't be now.
There is still more important things to do now.
Tyres opened his eyes and found that all three children were waiting for their decision.
He stood up and took a deep breath.
"First of all, when there was no one outside, Quaid moved out of the sixth house. Although it was heavy, within a few hours, it was impossible to let people know that his death was related to us."
"Then, Sinti, you sneak a message to everyone - must be secret. Tell them that under the ditch on the left side of the fourth house, there are five spikes that are loose, remove them, cover them with slate or something. If you live with the remaining two spikes, you can escape the waste house."
Xinti was shocked:
"You, have you found the secret passage in the deep ditch?"
"The secret road?" Ryan and Collea also seemed to be shocked.
Taylor didn’t say anything, just patted Sinti’s shoulder.
"Go."
Looking at the eyes of the three surprises and worship, Tyres shook his head.
It is not a secret road dug by a great predecessor.
The so-called secret road is to use the twice a week to go to the West Gate to beg, so the reason for night return, holding the dagger, tree vines, linen, and the etchant in the pharmacy, secretly dig out in four years. of.
It is like "Shawshank's redemption" in the world of Errol.
As for the legend, it is simply a fantasy.
There has never been a savior, isn't it?
Tyres patted Sinti’s shoulder again, and the latter nodded and turned, but scratched his head and opened his doubts:
"Why do you want to tell everyone? Can we escape ourselves? The more people squeeze, the slower we will escape."
No, Tells said in his heart.
The fraternity is not vegetarian. Every street in the three districts of the lower city, every road, every corner has their eyeliner, and the suburbs of Ximen are also full of their running dogs or those who are afraid of them. For the nephew, even if you escape from the hustle and bustle, it is difficult to escape the palm of the Brotherhood.
In the original escape plan of Tells, it will take another half a year to fully understand the position and regularity of the eye line of the Brotherhood between the third district of the lower city and the Hongfang Street.
Then prepare the supplies from the Sunset Bar and the Grove Pharmacy, and the chances of their escape will increase.
As long as you can escape to the Red Square Street that does not belong to the Brotherhood.
But now, now is not the best time.
In order to survive, they must escape.
Accidents always come suddenly, aren't they?
Therefore, he must turn the private escape of the sixth house into a collective turmoil of the nephew.
Only the sixth house was missing, it was too obvious. On the street in the night, the Brotherhood would soon take back three solitary suspicious children.
Second, the more people there are, the slower they escape, but the safer they are, the less they are.
However, if you want to explain these things clearly...
Taylor looked up at Sinti, and the glaring eyes made the latter a little uncomfortable.
"Xinti, do you remember the agreement we made four years ago?"
Xinti stunned, bowed his head and thought a little.
When he looked up, his eyes had become firm.
"Of course." Sinti looked at Tyres and looked at the boy who was shorter than himself. He slowly said: "You are responsible, I am responsible for doing it."
Taylors nodded solemnly.
"We, escape together!"

Yarra Sariton looked bored at the last guest out of the sunset bar, then lazily got up and put his cup away.
There are not many drinkers today, especially the fraternity’s own people. Many of them have been transferred to participate in the
big action
. Even the chef Edmund has carried the machete. It is said that it is going to be personal. debt.
The old guy hasn't come back for a long time.
so boring.
Yala glanced at the clock on the wall, at 3:30 in the morning, a bit early.
However, that clock is also a bit slow.
The clock is very old, and Ia thought that even the back slot of Eternal Oil was rusted, and the rust was mixed into Eternal Oil, which greatly reduced the work efficiency.
I have to think of a way to let the old guy out of the blood and change the clock.
There are so many businesses in the sunset bar that there is no tax official in the city hall to collect taxes ("For the sake of the king, I will give him two middle fingers!" - Yala), and there are no guys who don’t have long eyes. Protection fee ("100 copper per person, I can protect your fingers, don't get rid of me, how?" - Yala), even the purchases are taken from the channels of the Black Street Brotherhood. Price ("Nal Rick, you are managing the accounts, fast with these brothers lying on the ground, also tell me about this knife, what price should I give when I purchase, eh?" - Ya Pull), make some money, change the clock in the bar is always OK?
That old guy.
Closing the door and handling the affairs of the bar, Yala pulled down the apron and the rag, tightened the short leather pants, and made the front of the indestructible light - its inventor took the name is really ironic - went out, went into the kitchen .
Today is a bit early, according to the old rules, if you finish your workout, there are...
The next moment, Yala's face became indifferent!
She was in a low moment, and her knees bent to the position where it was easy to force. The wolf-leg knife, known as the Black Street, came to the left hand instantly.
Blade electric shots generally fly out!
"Boom!"
The wolf's leg slashed on a casks, leaving only the shank exposed, and the blade was still shaking.
"Ah!" The horror of a little girl screamed.
Yala slowly straightened up, put another wolf's leg knife back into the boots, and then lit the igniting lights on the side of the body.
The light illuminates the dim kitchen, and several small figures are exposed.
"Yala, that..." The wolf boy, who was scared by the wolf's leg knife, had a reluctant smile and raised his slightly shaking right hand, shaking it unnaturally:
"Oh... it's me."
Yara looked at him coldly and said nothing.
Her eyes were sharp and terrible, and Kelia was afraid to shrink her body toward Tyres.
A few seconds later, the female bartender suddenly stepped forward.
The three nephews behind the taylors did not naturally take a step back.
"I know," Yalah walked coldly to him, pulling the wolf-legged knife from a two-inch wooden barrel from the ear of Teres:
"Otherwise, I am not aiming at the barrel."
Yala’s wrist turned over and the demonstrator pulled a knife in front of him before he put the weapon into the boot.
"And, you are a kid..."
She is sullen.
Tyres suddenly became alert!
In the next second, the boy instinctively raised his hand quickly and protected his forehead!
But before that, a slender finger had been poked up.
"Ah! Pain!"
The voice of the female bartender is not full:
"I said it, call me - sister Yala!"

"When I came in from the back door, I didn't see Edmond, I wanted to come to the kitchen to see..."
In the cellar of the sunset bar, the three nephews except Tyres leaned on the sacks of food, fidgeting, hard but hard to bite the white bread in their hands - they haven't eaten such good food for a long time. It is.
A little further away from them, Taylors sat on the casks of his double, looking straight at the chest with his hands in front, his legs against the wall, and lazy but still cool, Yarra Sariton.
If you change to a previous life, Taylors will hold the appreciation of her eyes and see her carefully from the beginning, then look up at the sky, while relishing the sigh of the world.
As for what Taylors will do afterwards... Of course, I am going home, why should I go.
As for now - sorry, he is still young.
"Speak straight, why come to me." Yara is still the indifferent look, straight into the subject.
But Tyres has become accustomed to it. From the garbage dump in the back alley of the bar four years ago, when he met the "big sister" who was only 18 or 9 years old, the other party has always been such a tone and style. .
She is such a person.
he knows.
"Quad is crazy, he killed almost half of the nephews in the abandoned house."
Taylor looked solemnly and silently clenched his fists.
Half of the nephews.
Yara’s look was unbelievable, and then she looked dark.
Fuck.
From seeing these scarred nephews, Yara had doubts about the things that happened earlier today.
Yara gathered her look and began to curse Rick.
This is the account.
He drunk Quaid for the sake of...
You are so dare.
I actually promised him for the ten gold coins?
Yala squeezed the fist.
Half of the nephews.
Just... ten gold coins?
Yala's expression faded.
This is not a trivial matter, it will definitely anger the Brotherhood.
"No one is going to stop him, no one is going to save us. We can only escape ourselves." Tyres was so dark that the scene a few hours ago seemed to reappear.
Yala did not speak, but looked at him with a deep look.
The three nephews in the distance felt the atmosphere here, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a sip.
In the end, Yara closed her eyes and sighed.
"I know."
"You are hiding here first. Rest assured, there is me, Quaid's gorilla is afraid to come..."
The female bartender has a twilight in the eyes:
"If he comes, I will take the one below him - coughing - his hand down."
Thales licked his lips and said nothing.
Yara looked at the other three nephews and frowned.
She recognized what was a new injury.
Especially the child whose right hand was wrapped in cloth.
The murder of Quaid.
"When Edmund returns, I will let him go to the person above. Quaid does something like this, he can't escape - this guy, why not die soon."
And the murder of Rick.
Thinking of this, Yara has some intentions.
Taylor's eyes glanced.
He looked at the three nephews, spit out a deep breath, and then looked at Yala.
"Today, brothers have big tasks, so garrison and patrol will be lax..."
The bartender took a breath and put down the leg against the wall and stood up.
"You can escape, you must... oh, forget it, I will take the medicine, if I want a doctor, then - wait."
It’s a voice that is self-satisfied.
She suddenly realized that Tyres was not quite right.
The child was covered in scars, the clothes on his chest were pulled, and the sleeves on his right hand were even dyed dark red.
"Little devil, what's wrong with you?" Yara asked questioningly.
But Tyres didn't answer, but his face was darker and darker.
and many more.
The eyes of this little devil...
Not quite right.
Yalla went to Tyres and pulled him off the barrel.
The bartender squatted down and held the shoulders of Tyres with both hands, looking straight into his eyes.
"Little devil, you..."
But Tyres is still silent.
"What happened to you?"
Yala’s eyes suddenly became very serious and eager.
At first, Taylors did not dare to look at Yala's eyes.
But in just a few seconds, he adjusted himself and then looked up resolutely.
He has no choice, isn't he?
"Yala, Quaid is dead." Taylors heard his voice calm as usual, and trembled without tremors.
"I did it."
If you have reached this chapter and have not retired, it is good.
(End of this chapter)