Chapter 1
It was just dawn, and dim light was just beginning to filter through the window into the small, dilapidated house. A child who looked only two years old was grabbed by the collar and thrown out of the room by a thin, dark woman. A voice like a loud speaker came from the woman's mouth: "I didn't pick you up to let you live a life of luxury. I thought you were pretty and could sell you for a good price, but you turned out to be a dumb, stupid, speechless idiot. Pah, what bad luck! Don't come back if you don't pick up a bag of plastic bottles today."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old wooden door slammed shut.
Jiaojiao, with his hair blown back by the wind from the door, sat on the ground in a daze. It was a long time before he reacted with a slow "Ah."
Light shone in from the old and narrow corridor. Jiaojiao slowly climbed up with her hands on the ground, picked up a gray rag bag beside her, and walked to the stairs staggeringly with a bottle that looked like a baby bottle on her back. She bent down and supported herself on the ground with her hands and began to climb down the stairs one by one.
An ordinary person can jump over three steps with one step, but for Jiaojiao, who is not even familiar with walking, it is a very difficult task.
He needed to support himself on the ground with his hands, stick out his butt and use his feet to reach the next step. After one foot reached the step, he would move the other foot down. After all the hard work, he could only go down one step.
People who happened to pass by downstairs saw this scene and just looked away indifferently.
This child suddenly appeared in the chaotic area of the outer city a few days ago. It might be that a family in the outer city didn't want to raise the child anymore and left him in the chaotic area to fend for himself.
The child was very small, looking only a little over two years old, with black fluffy hair and a pair of big dark eyes on his milky white face. He sat on the ground outside the garbage disposal plant without crying or making a fuss, quietly as if he didn't know he had been abandoned, and looked extremely pitiful.
Being pitiful is one thing, but the people in those chaotic areas have a hard time feeding themselves, and no one has the energy to pick up a child and raise him.
I originally thought that this child would be like other children, either dying outside and becoming food for wild dogs, or surviving and becoming one of the wild children, but I didn't expect that he would be picked up by the beggar couple in the end.
This couple is not a good person, and they didn't pick up the child out of kindness. I guess they picked him up because he is good-looking, and wanted to raise him for a few years, and then sell him to some people with sexual fetishes after he grows up a bit.
Anyone with a discerning eye knew what the couple was planning, but there was nothing they could do. After all, they couldn't possibly raise the child. If they intervened, they might see the child starving to death on the street in a few days.
After climbing the stairs, Jiaojiao stood blankly at the door of the building, dragging the rag bag. It took her a long time to remember what she was going to do.
He was going to the main street to pick up clear bottles to exchange for food.
Knowing what she was going to do, Jiaojiao dragged the rag bag and walked unsteadily in the direction of her memory.
Although he looked unsteady when he walked, as if he would fall down at any second, it was just an appearance. Jiaojiao learned to walk only three days after coming to this world, and he seldom fell down since then.
The bright sunshine slowly fell on the only main street worth seeing in the chaotic area. It was a rare good weather in the outer city. It should have been a happy day, but it was ruined by the person standing in the middle of the main street.
He was a very tall man, wearing a black field combat uniform, with wheat-colored skin, a wild-looking crew cut, sharp eyebrows, and facial features. He had a face that was not to be messed with.
Not to mention that he had a hideous scar on his left cheek that ran from his forehead to his jaw, which made his already formidable appearance even more ferocious.
His eyes are different from those of ordinary people. His right eye is a normal black eye, but his left eye is an inorganic silver, which makes it possible to tell at a glance that it is a medical eye.
After getting rid of the last alien, Yin Zheng raised his hand to wipe off the few drops of blood on his chin. The murderous aura from his body had not yet dissipated, making the people around him look even more frightened.
He didn't care about the looks of fear, disgust and rejection, and dealt with the aliens on the ground on his own.
When he was young, these looks of fear and even rejection would occasionally make him wonder. He was clearly hunting alien species, so why did these people fear him more than the alien species?
This inexplicable fear and rejection caused him to be thrown out of the outer city many times, and he had to fight for his life with the alien species in the endless woods in order to survive.
He was about six years old when he was first thrown out of the city, living like a wild dog on the outskirts of the endless woods, risking his life to snatch meat from the mouths of aliens when he was extremely hungry. Sometimes, if he was lucky, he would encounter a level one alien and kill it even if he was half dead.
Unlike ordinary beasts, these alien species are larger and more aggressive. Their flesh and blood contain powerful abilities that can enhance a person's physical fitness. Their brains also contain bead-sized alien nuclei. Through special processing methods, their mental strength can be enhanced.
He survived by eating the flesh of strange beasts. Two years later, he found an opportunity to sneak into the outer city and killed all those who threw him out. After so many times, no one threw him out again because they didn't dare.
This is a mad dog that will lurk in the dark and find the opportunity to come back and bite you to death even if its tendons and bones are broken as long as it still has a breath.
On the main street, Yin Zheng skillfully stripped off the animal skin and dug out the alien core. The meat could be kept as food for the next few days, or sold at the market.
The alien's blood flowed in all directions on the ground. Those who watched this scene felt both disgust and envy towards Yin Zheng. However, apart from trying to kill him with their eyes, they didn't dare to do anything else. The cars stuck on the road didn't even dare to honk, and could only wait for him to finish and leave.
The alien species that suddenly appeared on the street this time was a Level 3 alien, as tall as a building. Its sudden appearance caught the people outside the city off guard. The hunting teams in the city happened to be out, and many people who had never really faced an alien species were instantly panicked. If Yin Zheng hadn't happened to be passing by, there would have been double-digit casualties.
Logically speaking, they should be grateful to Yin Zheng, but due to some historical issues and Yin Zheng's own personality, the fear and rejection of him by the people from outside the city are almost engraved in their bones, and they would not even think of thanking Yin Zheng.
After dealing with the alien species, Yin Zheng put the alien core into his arms and packed the remaining fur and meat with cloth. He did not have a luxurious thing like a space storage device, so he could only pack it with cloth.
The packed parcel was like a small mountain, thrown on his shoulder. Suddenly, his dark and calm eyes looked in one direction.
A little kid was standing at the entrance of a street alley not far away. He was holding the wall with one hand and holding a tattered cloth bag with the other, staring at him blankly with his big round eyes.
When Yin Zheng met the little boy's innocent and naive eyes, his subconscious reaction was to look at the bloodstains on the ground. After he realized what was happening, he couldn't help but frowned.
He has always been emotionally indifferent. Apart from matters related to survival that can arouse his emotional fluctuations, he will automatically ignore everything else and will not think about unimportant things.
But just for a moment, he actually cared whether the bloodstains would scare the little brat!
Thinking of this, he looked at the kid again, hid the blood-soaked package behind him, and then turned and left.
After seeing the exceptionally tall man leave, Jiaojiao followed him in a daze, dragging the dirty and torn cloth bag behind him.
But Yin Zheng walked too fast, and Jiaojiao lost sight of him after just two steps.
Jiaojiao, who couldn't find anyone, stood there blankly, holding the cloth bag tightly in her hand.
Sala City is too far away from the central city, and the weather is very changeable. The sky, which was bright just now, suddenly became dark and it was about to rain. People on the road ran back cursing.
Jiaojiao was walking on the chaotic street dragging a dirty and torn cloth bag. Passersby saw him and just looked away indifferently, with no intention of coming forward to ask questions or help.
This was the outer city of Sala City, a chaotic area within the outer city. Survival was already difficult. No one had any sympathy for anyone else, not even for a cub that looked only two years old and couldn't even walk steadily.
They hadn't been kidnapped and sold on the black market, simply because the current black market owner hated buying and selling young cubs, and no one would dare touch this bad luck. In the chaotic outer city, human life was worthless, and the death of a few people was no big deal!
Jiaojiao was walking down the street when a stray cat suddenly appeared beside him. He stopped and stared blankly at the cat. After a long moment, he reached out his little hand and cautiously stroked the cat's back.
Unusually, the stray cat did not scratch or bite him. Instead, it took two steps forward and rubbed his legs.
Maybe it was because Jiaojiao was too small, or maybe he didn't stand firmly, so the stray cat bumped him and he sat down on the ground.
He fell on his butt and blinked, then realized that he had fallen. He cried out "Ah", supported himself on the ground with his hands and stuck out his butt and got up.
He got up, clapped his hands, and staggered with the cat to the trash can at the entrance of the alley.
In Jiaojiao's few memories, there were many good things in this trash can. For example, he could use the transparent bottles to exchange for food with the people who picked them up, and he could also find food for cats in it.
He came to the trash can and skillfully stood on tiptoe to reach it.
However, this trash can was relatively high, and Jiaojiao tried for a long time but failed. Instead, she was so tired that she rested her hands on her knees and gasped for breath.
After recovering, he looked at the trash can in front of him and tilted his head, then stretched out his arms and jumped up, and his little hands just brushed the edge of the trash can.
Upon seeing this, his dark eyes lit up, and then he clenched his lips, squatted slightly with his short legs to gather strength, and jumped up with a "Hey", luckily grabbing the edge of the trash can.
Jiaojiao successfully grabbed the edge of the trash can and tried to climb up with his two short legs. The trash can, which was not very big, was swayed back and forth by him, and finally the trash can fell forward with a "bang".
Jiaojiao, who was still hanging on the edge of the trash can, was suddenly knocked to the ground and fell on her butt.
This fall was much harder than the one when the cat hit her. Pain came from her buttocks. Jiaojiao's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and big tears fell from her eyes.
The tabby cat squatting beside him saw him crying, and hurried forward to rub his hand, meowing as if to comfort him.
After crying for a while, Jiaojiao sniffed and raised his little hand to wipe his face carelessly. His little face was already covered with dust, and after being wiped carelessly by his little hand, it was even more unbearable to look at.
After wiping away his tears, he used his two little hands to support himself on the ground, stuck his butt out, and struggled to stand up.
He stood up and swayed for a moment before he could steady himself. Then he walked forward and squatted in front of the fallen trash can, rummaging through it.
He first picked up the transparent bottle and put it in the cloth bag behind him, and then found food for the cat.
Not knowing what the cat wanted to eat, he put each thing he found in front of the cat. When he saw that the cat didn't eat it, he continued to search for it. He searched for a long time until he found half a can and half a piece of bread. Only then did the cat cry out eagerly.
Seeing this, Jiaojiao tilted her head and placed the canned food and bread in front of the cat. The tabby cat immediately buried its head and began to eat eagerly.
Jiaojiao, who was squatting beside it, opened her big eyes and watched it slurping while eating, with a hint of curiosity in her dark and ignorant eyes.
He tilted his head and looked around, picked up a piece of iron from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yin Zheng, who saw this scene from a distance, felt a sudden jump in his heart. He strode forward and snatched the iron piece from his hand.
Jiaojiao, whose iron piece had been snatched away, looked up at him. Yin Zheng was too tall, so Jiaojiao had to lean back hard to see his face. This caused his center of gravity to shift backward, and he fell backward to the ground with a thud, almost toppling over.
Jiaojiao, who fell to the ground, was stunned for a long time. He staggered to his feet without getting hurt, and continued to squat on the ground, looking at the person in front of him curiously. His little finger pointed at the iron piece in his hand: "Ah~"
Bright~
Because he had cried before, the area around his eyes was still red. The skin in this area was already thin, so this made his eyes look translucent.
Can't speak?
Yin Zheng frowned, and his already unfriendly aura became even more ferocious.
He had a keen sense of perception and had noticed the child following him on the main street earlier. Out of curiosity, he hid aside to see what the child trying to catch up with him was up to.
That's why he showed up so timely.
Jiaojiao was not afraid of his fierce aura at all, and her dark and ignorant eyes were fixed on the face of the man in front of her.
Confused, Yin Zheng shook the cloth bag wrapped with the alien corpse on his shoulder, shook the iron sheet in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "This thing can't be eaten."
His voice was originally a low, hoarse voice that came from smoking, and it sounded even more unfriendly now.
Hearing his words, Jiaojiao cast her eyes on the piece of iron in his hand and nodded, not quite understanding.
I don't know why, but Yin Zheng, who usually has a calm mood, felt a little annoyed when he saw that he didn't understand.
He took out a half-eaten pack of compressed biscuits from his pocket and put it into the child's hand. He pointed at his mouth and said silently, "Eat this."
This half pack of compressed biscuits was only half the size of an adult's palm, and Jiaojiao could barely hold it in his two small hands. He looked at the biscuits in his hand curiously, lowered his head and sniffed them gently, and they had a pleasant smell.
She opened her little mouth and tried to bite it, but it didn't move. Then she rubbed it with her teeth. The fragrance of wheat fell into her mouth, and her eyes narrowed involuntarily.
The curved eyes and the dirty little face make him look quite cute.
Thinking of this, Yin Zheng withdrew his gaze and was about to stand up and leave. He was not the type to meddle in other people's affairs, and the incident just now was a rare exception.
Before he stood up and could even walk away, Jiaojiao hugged his calf and called out in a childish voice, "Dad~"
He is tall and strong, and the one who feeds Jiaojiao is his father.
Jiaojiao was struggling to think about all this in her mind, and she tilted her head back and looked at Yin Zheng with admiration in her black grape-like eyes.
Yin Zheng's body stiffened for a moment. The first thing that flashed through his mind was, "This kid can talk?!" Then, "What is he yelling about?"
Yin Zheng, who had never had such contact with anyone before, lowered his head to look into the child's ignorant eyes, then bent down and reached out to grab the back of the child's collar. His seemingly fierce action concealed a clumsy and careful attitude. He pulled the child, who he had mistaken for someone else, off his legs and turned around to walk away.
Yin Zheng's figure was about to disappear from sight. Jiaojiao, who had just reacted, tried to catch up with him with her short legs: "Dad."
Yin Zheng listened to the shouts behind him and took bigger steps, as if there was a ferocious beast chasing him.
In the blink of an eye, Jiaojiao lost sight of Yin Zheng again and stood there in a daze. After a while, she looked down at her short legs in confusion.
The legs are short and can’t catch up.
After figuring this out, he went back, picked up his cloth bag and dragged it forward. The clinking sound of the bottles in the bag made Jiaojiao feel better, and she pursed her lips slightly.
Jiaojiao, today, I picked up a lot of bottles.
In the evening, Jiaojiao dragged half a bag of bottles, gritted her teeth and took a lot of effort to climb up the stairs, sweating profusely.
Fortunately, it was only the first floor, otherwise he really couldn’t climb up.
She raised her little hand and knocked on the door. The thin, dark woman opened the door, checked the bottles in the cloth bag harshly, and cursed at the little waste with a curse on her face.
With an impatient look on her face, she picked up a palm-sized steamed bun from the dining table, thought about it, and grudgingly broke off one-third of the bun and threw it in front of him.
Jiaojiao let go of the cloth bag, squatted down, picked up the steamed bun which was only as big as his hand, blew on it, then walked to the corner of the living room where two old clothes were spread on the floor and sat down, and began to nibble on the steamed bun in small bites.
This is where he sleeps and his only place to move around. Except for going to the toilet, he is not allowed to walk around in this room, otherwise he will be scolded and have his head pointed at.
Thinking of this, Jiaojiao reached out and touched her forehead. There were several purple finger marks hidden under her black hair.
Only half of the small steamed bun was eaten. Jiaojiao carefully placed the remaining half in the pocket in front of her stomach. After patting it with her hand, she lay down with peace of mind and fell asleep curled up on the hard ground covered with clothes.
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