Chapter 2 Time flies (2) Advice is the cheapest hard truth...
Phyllus almost ran out of the door.
He actually got enough food today, and it would be best to go out less, but the old man was going to die.
Phallus found a place near the alley to beg. Begging is also divided into different areas. This area is a busy area with many people coming and going, and naturally it is also the favorite place for street children.
Because he was adopted by the old man, the street children around him did not dare to beat him in this area.
But this also means that if the old man dies, it will be difficult for him to continue living here. Other adults will reclaim this territory, and he will lose his safe zone.
Phallus stared at the Alpha and Beta passing by with a pair of red eyes.
They were in groups of three or five, arm in arm, talking dirty, which was the most suitable look for this place, with the smell of pheromones mixed with the smell of alcohol.
Plaus hid on the street, looking at the pairs of legs passing by. He could only see people's faces by looking up, but he would not do that. He could tell what kind of person the other person was by his clothes. For example, mercenaries and small merchants would dress very differently.
When he lowered his head, he saw a cockroach passing by.
"..."
Cockroaches only need to eat very little food to survive, and it is difficult for them to die.
Plaus had an idea, he wanted to become a cockroach.
Beta was a good man. Compared to the world around him, Phyllus had a relatively safe home. The old man was very old, so it didn't hurt or itch when he was beaten. Moreover, compared to the thugs in the Red House, his temper was very mild.
That's why he was even more terrified. Black smoke of despair floated in the air. He even forgot to beg. The bowl in his hand suddenly jingled, and Phyllus saw two game coins thrown into his bowl.
"Hey, look up!"
Seeing that he didn't respond, the man said in a rough voice.
Phyllus just kept bowing his head and kowtowed. His scalp hurt, and he was grabbed by the hair and pulled up by the other party. A machine flashed before his eyes.
The man was quite disappointed, "The little brat whose fur is not even shed completely."
The machine in his hand displayed the pheromone level of the child, and he let go of Phaerus after scolding him.
Phaerus lay back in his original position, and with the rest of his eyes he saw him putting the portable pheromone detector under his clothes, and then he grabbed another begging child, whose face also had the same numbness. After
a while, three or two thugs from the local gang, led by an Alpha, surrounded the man and beat him up.
The Alpha took his little brothers around and walked over when he saw Phaerus.
Phaerus lowered his head and dared not say a word, grabbing the edge of the bowl and trying to take it back.
But a foot stepped directly on his little toe, and Phylum heard a voice from above, "Is the old man okay?"
"No...no." Phylum said with pain.
After hearing this, Alpha threw down a cigarette butt and left with his little brother.
The cigarette butt burned and went out next to Phylum's legs. Phylum didn't dare to look up at their backs until they were far away.
The other street children around looked at Phylum woodenly. Although Phylum was adopted by the old man, he did not join the gang. They were not the same kind of people.
The old man was one of the leaders of the gang, but I heard that it was a long time ago, and the current leader still remembered his kindness, so he let him continue to live here.
Calus held his hands, and several people came down from the building next to him. A female Beta saw a group of people off, and turned back to see Calus hiding in the corner.
"How can you say you're here to beg?" She smiled disdainfully. Calus looked up at her. She had a lot of makeup on her face, covering the spots at the corners of her lips.
She was very pretty, but also very annoying.
The female Beta bent down and dragged him under the neon lights, patted his face, but rubbed it on the wall because it was dirty, and got a hand full of white ash.
"You look good, you can get money even if you don't do anything." She pinched the white ash on Calus's face again, and lost her strength, leaving a red mark on Calus's face.
Like an ignorant rag doll, Plagus curled up against a street lamp.
The female Beta suddenly got bored, "Today, I made a lot of money, so I'll give you a few cents, and also a favor to the dying Finn."
She hit Plagus on the head with a coin, and Plagus was startled by the coin.
When he looked up, he saw that the female Beta had left. Plagus didn't quite understand the meaning of her doing this.
Just like he had just vomited after eating the leftover meal powder, if he wanted to buy food with money, he could only buy the cheapest meal powder.
That kind of meal powder was like white lime for plastering walls.
So he sat under the street lamp begging for a whole day before going back, until 0 o'clock in the morning. It was the time when the Red House was over. It continued until the early morning, and there were many drunk people walking on the road.
Felix carefully avoided this time. He arrived ten minutes early. When he returned home, he saw the old man half lying on the bed, with his upper body hanging under the bed, and the quilt covering his body was bloated. There
were more flies. The bowl on the ground was very hard and only broke into one. Only one of the three cockroach pellets he gave the old man fell to the ground.
Felix knelt on the ground, picked up the bowl and cockroach pellets, and looked up from the bottom.
He saw the old man Beta's face falling and bruised.
The old man opened his mouth wide, with a ball stuck in his throat. He closed his eyes, but not tightly. There was a slit in his pupil, revealing a thin line that reflected colorful light.
Phyllus felt bad for him.
In order to make the old man feel better, he bravely reached out and knocked out the ball stuck in the old man's throat. Phyllus was sweating all over, and finally the ball fell to the ground.
The old man's expression relaxed at once, and his mouth closed, but this time he didn't praise him or laugh. Even when Phyllus helped him to the bed and put him down, he looked like he didn't want to pay attention to Phyllus.
Phyllus hesitated for a while and lay on the ground looking for cockroach food balls.
But he only found two. He thought the third one might be on the bed. He lifted the quilt and found that the old man's legs were rotten. The insects he had just caught today seemed to be there again.
He looked around carefully, but found nothing. He tidied the old man up.
"That's terrible," said Phyllus unconsciously. He probably didn't even realize he was talking. His hands didn't stop moving. "Eating cockroaches will kill you."
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Three days passed, and the old man didn't say a word.
His image became more and more terrifying, but Plagus still felt that the old man's face remained the same.
He went out to beg as usual, and when the patrolling thug Alpha came to ask, he answered, "Alive." "He's alive." "Not dead." "No
one knows how long this kid has deceived us."
So today he was stepped on by Alpha, and a painful force came from his back. When Plagus breathed, the sewage on the ground was brought into his mouth.
He tilted his head, and half of his eyes saw the stains on the trouser leg of Alpha's other leg.
The cockroaches were still crawling, they were in groups.
"Huh... Huh..."
It was so dirty, everyone was in a world like mud.
"There's almost no body left of Finn, only a bunch of twisted maggots."
The body collector who came over to deal with it handed the bag in his hand to Alpha.
Alpha waved his hand in disdain.
Beta in front of him was a body collector from their gang. He was older and took the bag back with a smile and said, "Finn also supported you for a while. Do you hate him so much?"
"Isn't it a repayment that I asked someone to collect his bodies? And joining his gang is not a repayment?!" Alpha increased the strength of his foot, estimating that he should have broken at least two of Phyrus' ribs, "Could it be that this kid let him rot in his bed into a pool of maggots?"
He looked down and found that Phyrus stretched out his hand to crawl in the direction of the body collector Beta. Alpha laughed.
"You Betas, it's like you have no nose and no sense of smell."
The bag of maggots and flesh and blood mixture exuded a strong stench. Even as a gang thug, Alpha felt that the smell was more frightening than the simple stench of corpses.
Yes, he was a little scared. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because Finn's injury this time was related to him. After all, it was him who caused the trouble. Finn had his legs broken because he stepped in to settle the matter.
But in Sigma, where the average life expectancy is no more than 50 years old, it is already a waste for a 68-year-old Finn to be able to bear the brunt of the disaster for the young people.
"I am the first person to discover that Finn is dead, okay?" Alpha's tone was a little complacent.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
Phyllus kept twisting under his feet, trying to reach out for the body bag, and the body collector used the bag to catch him.
"Are you asking this idiot who can't even say his name to collect the body for Finn?"
Alpha felt as if he was stepping on a snake, and his muscles and bones were squirming under his feet, but his conscience, which was still beating in the mouth of the poisonous snake, urged him to say complacently:
"I have repaid Finn's kindness."
The hoarse and childish voice, like the rustling of a snake, was obviously 1.8 meters away from Alpha's ears, but it seemed to pass by his ears.
"He's not dead!"
Goosebumps stood up from Alpha's whole body almost instantly, and in just a second, the cold and damp coolness seeped out from his back.
"He's not dead, he's not dead, he's not dead..."
"Jasper, you stepped too hard," said the corpse collector Beta, "You'll crush a child who hasn't even reached the differentiation stage."
- Jasper.
These syllables suddenly broke into the brain of Phyrus.
The evil corpse collector squatted down, watching him suddenly calm down, and asked: "Fen Lao is not dead, so where do you think he is?"
Phyrus had messy hair, and from behind his silver-white hair, red eyes looked at him through the gaps, as if flashing with a faint light.
- This child is more beastly than human, doesn't like to talk, and rarely communicates with others.
"Behind you," Phylum's eyes were not on the body collector, "He told me... not to talk."
He stopped talking, and even stopped moving, staring straight at the air behind the body collector, even though there was only a damp wall behind the body collector, on which water droplets condensed due to the humid weather.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands framed this narrow space, leaving only silence.
"Hu, hu,"
the body collector realized his rapid and heavy breathing three seconds later, and a chill similar to that experienced by Alpha Jasper also surged into his heart.
- What a ghost.
Phylum lay motionless in the sewage, only his eyes proved that he was still alive.
"It's a bit weird," the corpse collector said, looking up at the Alpha, "Maybe he's insane. Anyway, I'm leaving first."
Jasper kept looking around, with his arms folded, looking more like he was righteous than afraid.
"Oh, me, let's go together."
When he finally left, he kicked Phaerus, as if to prove to him that he was not timid.
The water splashing from his waist wet Phaerus' back, and Phaerus kept breathing "huh...huh..."
After a while, several Betas from Perry came and locked the house where he and the old man had lived. Phaerus stood up staggeringly and leaned against the door.
"Jasper...Jasper..."
The sound of a snake spitting out its tongue startled several Betas. They moved away from him and whispered, "He's calling..."
"Let's go, let's go quickly. Everyone knows that Big Brother has harmed Finn."
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