Chapter 1: Nephew

Chapter 1
"So, Baudrillard believes that "things" and "needs" are false symbols. He criticizes Marx's use value and believes that the latter also falls into the political economic trap of capitalism, thus proposing his own symbolic politics. economics."
Wu Haoren finished his report, opened the last slide, nodded his thanks to the teacher and more than a dozen students, left the podium under the teacher's instructions, and waited for the report of the next classmate.
"Thales!"
The next moment, the former graduate student Wu Yiren woke up from his dream.
He curled up and squatted in a cold, ruined wall, feeling the cold wind blowing from all sides.
Wu Haoren sighed and passed through five years. He still dreams of past lives.
The life before crossing is boring, but it is better than the miserable situation in front of you.
"Thales, Tyres!"
A large hand stretched out from the wall, grabbed Wu Haoren's ear, and violently grabbed him out of this small dimple.
This is a broken house. Through the collapsed half of the roof, you can see the stars in the night sky. It is just the arrangement and shape of the Milky Way. It is very strange to Wu Haoren.
Wu Haoren can't resist the rude hand: What can a child of seven years old do?
He was dragged on the rough brick floor, his knees hurt, but he still clenched his teeth.
The brutal Quaid was particularly impatient with the cry of the child, who was said to have beaten a six-year-old girl who wanted to exchange tears for food.
"I asked Rick, your money this week is five times less than last week! Are you hiding?" The angry Quaid is like a lion with red hair, and the protruding nose makes him more vicious.
Wu Haoren was thrown to the ground, and the light in his gray eyes saw the surrounding wall hole, and the five nephews who lived with him in the same room, ranging from four to ten years old, were in the scream of Quaid. It shivered.
Among them, in the innermost wall, a small short-haired girl bit her own left hand, her face turned red, and she looked at Wu Yanren on the ground with fear. In the hole next to her, the six-year-old boy Ned was even scared. Cried out.
That is Kelia, Wu Haoren knows what she is afraid of.
In fact, Wu Haoren’s luck this week is good. He, the current name of Mr. Thales-Wu’s name, has thirty-seven coppers this week, and eighteen more than last week.
But he only handed over fourteen bronzes to Quaid, the leader of the black-bell brotherhood who specializes in the business of the children, and ran the remaining copper, along with the money he had worked hard for two years. Rolf pharmacy, in the hands of the kind-hearted helper Yan Ni, "purchased" a typhoid drug at a cost price.
Tyres fed the pharmacy to Collie, four years old: She had typhoid fever at her age, no pharmacy, almost a dead end.
In the five years that have passed through, Tells has re-experienced the memory formation period from two years old to seven years old. From the ignorant children, he gradually recovered the memory of past lives.
In this, the children's memories are fragmented and scattered. Even so, in this five years of ignorance, every time they witnessed the death of others, they were impressed by Taylors.
From sickness, death, drowning, hanging, and then - even once, Tyres saw a crying nephew suffocating and dying under his abilities - was killed alive, from human trafficking The Black Street Brotherhood, which earns profits, has never had any bottom line and principles.
Even if it is a gang, it takes time to precipitate rules and order.
The Brotherhood, which originated from Black Street, has grown from a boom to a time of ten years.
Even if it is the dying of the Brotherhood, there is a history of 90 years. It is known as the blood bottle of the "nobles in the gang", and the blood and human debts in his hands are not necessarily less.
Most of the time, Tyres, who witnessed death, was powerless. Even his own, with the help of scattered memories from previous lives, avoided more than one killing.
For example, now, Quaid, who is full of energy and enthusiasm, is showing a brutality and viciousness that is characteristic of a gangster.
"I don't have a private possession! This winter, the people passing through the three districts of the lower city are a lot less..." Taylors got up from the ground, his brain swiftly turned, and spit out the excuses.
"Snapped!"
He was greeted with a merciless slap in the face of Tyrells falling back to the ground.
"Hand over the private money, then I will slap you! Or I will slap you first, then you will pay the money! Choose your own!"
Obviously, Quaid didn't want to hear his explanation.
This fraternity leader may just want to search for some money, or just want to find someone to slap.
"But you can also have a hard mouth. I like children with a hard mouth." Quaid smiled and moved his fists.
Looking at the big fist in front of the sandbags, Teres knew that even if he said nothing, Quaid would not let himself go.
Last month, Quaid was alive and abusing a nephew of a fifth house.
Tyres glared at the red cheeks and thought quickly.
On weekdays, Quaid does not care about the accounts. When he enters the night, he goes to the underground street bar to mix or hold the bottle, and it is difficult to remember how many Middel copper coins can be exchanged for a 闵迪思银币, let alone his nephew. How much money did they pay – it was his deputy, and it seemed that Rick, who was steady and steady, was responsible.
And even if it is savvy, as Rick knows, it is just normal for the children to float seven or eight times a week.
Someone whispered.
This is the only conclusion.
Tyres aimed at a circle of nephews around him.
When I got the money from the female aristocrats, I went straight back to the abandoned house, and the children in the same room must have seen it.
In a harsh environment, the hearts of children will become more terrible than the imagination of adults.
Quaid is a pedal, and Thales secretly protects his abdomen with his elbow, slightly unloading his strength, and pretends to have an unbearable face, as if he is suffering from this foot--he can’t speak. Quaid likes the screams of children.
"I said!" Taylor's face showed fear, "Don't hit me!"
"That depends on my mood!" Quaid looked around and saw that the other five nephews shrank in fear, which made him very satisfied and his authority was respected.
"I met a noble lady on Wednesday morning, she gave me ten pieces of copper!" Taylors hid in the corner and shivered.
"I know! Begging? Must be stolen? No one can beat me, especially a little thief!" Quaid slammed his hand and prepared for the next round of beating: "Hand over the money." !"
Without waiting for Quaid’s brow to pick it up, Tyres added another sentence:
"But I am going to Hongfang Street!"
"Red Square Street?" Quaid raised his palm and put aside it again. "You went to the blood bottle to help the site?"
"Yes, our place really can't find more money." In addition to the brotherhood's thugs, skilled knights, and some special purpose guys, who will not look at the three near the black street In the old district, patrol? Even the city defense team carrying the sword with the shield is not willing to be close to this sinful place.
"The first time I got so much money, the blood bottle helper didn't appear, and then I thought, there might be a chance the next day."
"idiot!"
Quaid kicked Tyre's foot. Tyres saw that Coria shook in the distance, only to listen to Quaid screaming. "I don't want to think about it. Is there so much cheapness in the blood bottle?"
Taylor's body shrunk and trembled: "Yes, the next afternoon, the blood bottle helper grabbed me. They lifted me up. I said that I was lost. They didn't believe, I took the money. They all handed it out, they still let me go."
"Waste! How did you escape?" Quaid snorted.
"Then, I said that I am the man of Quaid boss, they, they laughed."
"What?" Quaid squeezed his fist. He grabbed Tyre's ragged burlap collar and lifted him from the corner. "What are they laughing at?"
Taylors shook his head in confusion: "I don't understand much... what they said."
Quaid stared at him evilly: "Quickly say!"
Tyres pretended to be scared, shook and twitched: "There is a bald head among them. He said that since he is a child of Quaid, give him a life because Quaid needs too much. The child is..."
When Tyres had not finished, he was slammed to the wall by Quaid!
He tried to protect his head and chest and abdomen, with his back to withstand the impact of the wall, and then immediately turned his back to Quaid, greeted the heavy blows under his anger, and felt the power of the attack, changing the angle of the back. , the strength of the buffer strike.
"Hey-child raises... you... bald... Spence... how does he know... kill you... kill you... waste... stupid..."
Quid yelled in anger, slamming his feet to Tyres, and his mouth could only distinguish a few words.
In the hole in the wall, several children were shocked to see that Taylors was beaten, but they all shook their mouths and dared not speak out.
Tyres was mad at the madness of Quid’s raindrops.
Although looking terrible, but mad, mad, is far safer than Quaid, who happily tortures his children.
More importantly - now Quaid will not ask what extra money has gone.
What Teres said is half-truth:
He did go to Hongfang Street, but he kept hiding in the corner of the dark alley and watched the surroundings cautiously.
He did meet a noble lady wearing a goose down costume, but she was followed by twenty final swordsmen, which was why he didn't interrupt him when he ran out of the alley and begged.
In the hands of the goose down female aristocrat, Tyres did indeed find twelve bronzes - he certainly wouldn't be stupid to steal in front of the twenty final swordsmen, but he did not wait for the female aristocratic team to go far. It disappeared quickly in the crowd and never returned.
As for the bald head Spence, Tells has never seen him, only know that he is the head of the blood bottle to help the black account.
And Quaid used to be a thug in the fraternity. Until Quaid made a mistake and was broken, the news was more secret. It was under the corner of the Brotherhood. When listening to the room where the killers Ley York and Belicia were playing together, they ridiculed Quaid in private.
When Quaid vented his anger, cursing the bald head of the blood bottle, Spence, while taking out the bottle from his arms, and when he left, the clothes on the back of the tyrs had been broken, and the back was blue.
Because of the fact that Taylors deliberately sideways to avoid a frontal blow, some places also wiped out blood, and the pain came in bursts.
The blood flowed to the ground, and Tyres only felt a burst of burning pain.
It’s probably not been smashed for too long, and he feels his muscles are burning.
Since crossing the world, hunger and hunger, sickness and cold are commonplace, but after gradually recovering the memory of graduate student Wu Yiren, with careful and past experience, Taylors has not been so viciously stunned for a long time. pass.
After Quaid’s voice disappeared, the other five children in the room climbed out of their holes and skillfully lifted the inexhaustible Tyles into the yard.
The 10-year-old "big man" Sinti grabbed a piece of broken bowl of skull and drowned in front of the tank. Scorpion Ryan and Black Face Kelly are both eight years old, struggling to collect dead branches and weeds, and use the Flintstone to make a fire. The six-year-old yellow-haired Ned and the smallest Kelia took a few odd-shaped wild leaves, chewed them in their mouths, and gently applied them to the scarred back of Taylors.
Tyres resisted the pain and wanted to find something to divert attention. He looked at the sullen Celia and turned to the dejected yellow-haired Ned, trying to calm his tone.
"It's okay, Ned, I don't blame you."
Ned looked up sharply, his face full of horror, and the other four children turned his gaze to him.
"How do you know?" The six-year-old child couldn't hide his thoughts, and the horror and horror were written on his face.
Just when Tyres was beaten by Qued, the three older children, though fearful, stared at it.
Only Collea and Ned, one who hides his face in his hands, dare not look up, and the other looks at the wall, occasionally turning his head and squinting in horror.
Collia's typhoid fever is the ultimate place for those copper. She certainly won't inform, but Taylor is still not sure that it is Ned.
Now there is no doubt.
He tried to squeeze a smile. "It's okay, Quaid won't take it anymore."
"I, I," Ned's face was blushing. He looked at Taylor's back and his tears fell down. "I didn't ask for money this week, I didn't dare to steal."
He sobbed:
"Rick didn't say anything, but Quaid was very upset. He said that if he wants to do this, he will sell me to the big desert and eat it for the savage people. I am so scared, I will tell him that Tyres, Thai. You have got a lot of copper in a day... I thought they wouldn’t take me like this... Quaid will drive me back and say he will come over at night..."
Collia's face was also red, her hand rubbed her medicine and trembled a little, and a few drops of blood dripped from the back of Taylor's back.
Tyres silently snorted, and the burning pain was reduced, which was stimulated by Corcia's movements.
Ryan stared at Ned angrily, letting the latter's head lower. Kelly was surprised to see Ned, and looked at Taylors. Only Sinti silently said nothing and continued to bring the water over.
Taylor looked at Ned's eyes.
This child is only six years old.
Tells told himself.
He knows almost nothing. Facing Quaid, he has no choice but to fear and panic.
He should not suffer such a fate in such a place.
"It's okay, Ned, Corrie," Tyres sighed and felt that the injury on his back seemed to be a lot better. He gently held Ned's hand. "Just, you saw it, Kui. What will Germany do?..."
Ned whimpered in horror.
Tyres looked at him seriously:
"Next time, if you can't ask for any more money, just let me know, I will find a way."
"Compared with Quaid, we are a group."
Nied cried even more, and the words with a cry were a bit fuzzy:
"Thai...Tells, yes, no, sorry..."
Tyres silently watched Ned, who was sobbing.
In the end, he turned his head and took a breath.
"Now it's okay, Ned," Teres sighed, took the broken bowl from Sinti's hand, took a sip of water, and whispered:
"Don't be afraid, I always have a way."
In addition to the weeping Ned, the children looked at this scene with a sigh of relief.
Taylor looked at the land beneath him, his eyes gradually solidified.
Compared to countless predecessors who have crossed countless worlds, his luck is no doubt much worse.
But even so.
Taylor looked at the five children around him, especially Kelly, who had recovered from typhoid fever. There were still panic in her crystal eyes.
At least, he thought, tomorrow, I have to find a way to ask for more money.

In the temple of the sunset in Yongxing City, the prayers of the sunset were ended, and an intern who was cleaning up the altar stopped the movement in his hand.
She was surprised to see the stone altar underneath, a sacred lamp with Eternal Oil.
Since then, she has taken care of the altar from her, and she has never had a point. If she has never used it, she will not be able to talk about the lightening ceremony.
Suddenly a bright yellow flame was ignited.
The flame is erratic, turning from yellow to red.
Just like the color of blood, it is more and more vigorous.
An elderly ritual noticed the intern's gaffe, and she screamed dissatisfied.
"Nia!"
The intern just turned his attention back to the altar.
But it was not until the elders sacrificed themselves to see the unusual lights, and she screamed.
"Niya, fast, please inform the main sacrifice adults!"
The surprise of the elder ritual could not be concealed. She shivered and rushed to the front of the ceremonial lamp, raised her right palm, turned her left palm, and prayed, with words in her mouth.
"The setting sun is on..."
What's wrong?
Intern Nia is stunned.
For the first time, she saw the respected sacred adults so ill-advised that they were also affected.
Did I make a mistake?
But I didn't touch the lamp.
"But, but what should I tell the main sacrifice?"
Niya asked in a panic:
"Someone sneaked up and lit a light next to the altar?"
The old sacrifice stopped and prayed.
"Do not."
The old sacrifice stared at the lamp and put away the prayer in his hand.
"This lamp, even if it is exhausted by the two continents of the whole Errol world, countless islands, only one person can light up."
"That person is about the future of this kingdom."
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