Chapter 3 Time flies (3) Advice is the cheapest hard currency...

This is a well-known fact. No one cares about a dead person.

Plagus had a fever. The red-light district was noisy but cold at night. Only by leaning against the door could he store a little warmth.

Countless children died of diseases every year. He just wanted to find a sheltered place to sleep at night. If he could wake up, it would be enough to congratulate him for living another day.

For a street child, this was not worth mentioning.

His forehead was hot and his head was dizzy. He was about to float into heaven.

Hearing that it was a place without any disease and pain, and all lives could enjoy a life full of delicious meals, Plagus almost shed tears.

He had heard people put their hands together to sing praises to the gods and describe heaven and paradise to him.

But the old man wouldn't let him hear that.

Because every breath he took was filled with pain, that was when he was alive.

No one here is free from pain.

People who are enveloped by illusory happiness will be numb to the perception of pain, but only those who can feel pain can avoid the knife swinging at themselves.

"Always stay sensitive to pain, Philus," the old man said to him, "then explore its source and solve it."

Surprisingly, the image replaying in Philus' mind now is the image of "Jasper". When he recited this name, suddenly a force took root from under his feet, pulling him forward, falling down, and returning to his own body.

That is the power of hatred, but he doesn't know it yet.

There is still wind in the narrow alley, but it is much better than the street. The wind acquires its own vocal cords as it passes through the streets. Phyllus hears them running through the entrance of the narrow alley.

Until the surrounding noises become noisy again, the drunks' shouting and conflicts are endless, then Phyllus knows that it is past midnight and he has successfully saved his life for a day.

Many people pass by the narrow alley, and some want to do something here, but when they see Phyllus leaning there, they spit.

"Puh, puh, puh, it's so unlucky, how can I die here, wait for the cleaners or corpse collectors to come tomorrow."

Then people pass by... pass by... pass by.

Their voices are like the neon spotlights in Red Square, from left to right, from right to left, from weak to strong, from strong to weak.

In the chaos, a step came towards him. A

soft hand touched his upper lip.

The female Beta who had given him money before breathed a sigh of relief, "He's still breathing."

She lifted up the hair of Malus lovingly and looked at his face carefully.

Even though it was stained with mud and water, his delicate features could still be seen - at least better looking than hers. She was not bad looking, otherwise she would not be the most profitable prostitute in the gang. But boys lose this kind of beauty when they grow up.

She finished work early today, and the house was empty, so she took the dazed Malus back home.

She lived on the second floor, in a small room of less than 10 square meters assigned to her by the gang. It was divided into two small compartments. One faced the door and had a double bed, while the inner one was used as a bathroom. The narrow space was crowded with her dressing table mirror and toilet shower head.

"How pitiful."

The female Beta felt sorry for him.

She washed a towel and wiped the blood from the corners of Malus' mouth and nose, and also wiped Malus' face.

This made her look carefully for a while.

The delicate chin, the perfect eyebrows, the white hair, and even the pale face that was injured and feverish were all good embellishments.

You have to know that there is no such opportunity at ordinary times. He is always dirty (all street kids are like this) and habitually keeps his head down. If anyone looks at his face for more than half a minute, he will be suddenly beaten up by this wild and unruly boy - there is no sign at all.

The female Beta guessed that Finn taught him this because she was also told this before. This boy just listened to Finn very much, but did not really understand the meaning - that means that he is good-looking enough. If he is discovered, he may be taken away and become a canary of a certain person. In that case, he will not be able to help but show fear, terror, hostility...even expectation.

In short, if there is an emotional fluctuation, it will be noticed by the other party.

After all, everyone has mental power, and to join the military academy, one must have a mental power level of at least C level, which is why Finn, who seemed to be a soldier, can gain a foothold in the red light district.

But the female Beta thinks that he must be a battlefield deserter, otherwise he would not have lived in the Sigma Galaxy for his entire life.

A kid like Phyllus, who has not even reached the differentiation period, would never dream of sneaking under the eyes of an adult. The only reason is that Phyllus is just doing what Finn tells him to do, without any fluctuations in his heart.

"Be obedient, what a good quality," the female Beta put down Phyllus's face, "From now on, live with me, Finn's way is not suitable for the red light district at all."

The noise outside the window gradually died down, and the brilliance of various colored lights faded. Until this time, you can see that the things that are glowing are all cheap light industrial products.

The early riser lit up the half-cigarette in his mouth. There were no other living people on the empty street except the drunkard. The stench of decay settled in the cold morning mist.

"Bang bang!" The garbage truck lifted the garbage can and turned it over. The cleaner used tools to shovel the overflowing garbage back to the garbage truck.

"I heard that someone died here again." The cleaner walked around the narrow alley. He found nothing. It was like the morning of any street in the red light district, peaceful and dead.

"Maybe it has been picked up by others."

The cleaner's smoke blew out a large puff, rising into the sky.

Lus felt extremely cold that night, but he was warm when he woke up. The quilt was wrapped tightly around him, making him look like a fat white silkworm pupa.

The glare of the day blinded his eyes.

Someone walked from the dark place to the light place, and her shoulder blocked the light that pierced Philus's cheek.

"Are you awake? Drink some water." The female Beta sat on the bed and said softly.

She handed the cup of water in her hand to Philus, and Philus saw her face clearly, shrank back and knocked over her cup of water.

"Don't be afraid, I brought you here from the narrow alley."

The female Beta didn't look angry. She put the cup of water on the bedside table next to her, making a loud "clang" sound. "I have treated the external injuries on your body. Does it still hurt?"

Phyllus lowered his head and said nothing.

"You should have a good rest first." She saw Phyllus's vigilance clearly, stood up and left the bed.

This time she entered the small compartment next to her. Through the raised curtain, she could see that she was removing her makeup in front of the dressing table.

She applied some kind of transparent cream on her face, rubbing it in circles.

It reminded Phyllus of men getting their beards trimmed and applying white foam on their chins.

Probably with a similar operation, the transparent cream on the female Beta's face turned into a large hodgepodge of various colors, which looked greasy, and then she washed it off with clean water, revealing a pale and yellow face with some yellow spots.

This face may not look as good as when it is heavily made-up. After all, the skin is not so perfect, and there are no black lines to emphasize the eyebrows and eyes, but it makes people feel relaxed and comfortable.

She pursed her lips in front of the mirror with the corners of her mouth turned down. She saw Malus peeking at her in the mirror.

Because of Malus's little action, she felt a little better, so she poured Malus another glass of water and placed it on the bedside. After giving him instructions in a soft voice, she sat down at the only table in the room.

Calus didn't know what she was busy with. But he was indeed thirsty.

He watched the other person's actions warily. Calus didn't like this person, he didn't like her from the beginning. They lived so close, and the old man once took him to see her.

She looked straight at him and smiled kindly in front of the old man, but he never forgot the sticky, fleeting malice that fell on him, and it stung him like a louse hidden in an unknown place in subsequent encounters.

Calus felt severe pain all over his body and had no strength. It was like soaking rice in a bowl, with loose foam from the inside to the outside.

Moving to the bedside little by little under the cover of the quilt, Calus leaned over and took a small sip of water.

The cool water falling into his stomach made him feel a little comfortable, and then he shuddered.

The laughter of the female Beta came from the window. She splashed water on her face, her eyes narrowed, and the sidelong glance was extremely charming.

"Drink it."

Then she turned and got on the bed. Lus hid in panic.

The female Beta stretched out her arm and patted his thin back. "There is only one bed. I must sleep on it. I was busy for a long time last night. Make up for it during the day. Don't wake me up... You also need more sleep, understand?"

At least Lus didn't understand why things would develop like this.

"Fen Lao also raised me. I was in his care when I was seven to fourteen years old," said the female Beta. "I was young and pretty at that time, just like a flower. Have you seen flowers? I guess you haven't."

"Those are decorations that can only be afforded by the largest Red Square. They are changed every day. The replaced flowers are thrown into the pool in the bathroom, and the fragrance fills the room..."

She seemed to have returned to her dissolute adolescence. "Fen Lao was just an ordinary leader there. Can you imagine? He is indeed very good, but he can't mix with people in the red-light district. It's interesting that that group of people always ask him for help but look down on him."

Philus was a little sleepy at first, surrounded by the warm quilt and soft human body.

Listening to the Beta's recollection, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, and the cold water he had just drunk was stirring.

The Beta noticed that Feluz was feeling unwell, and patted his back with concern and compassion. She knew that Feluz had a large bruise on his abdomen, so it was inevitable that she would have a disgusting reaction. "I knew from that time that Finn was not suitable for living in the red light district. He was so successful at that time because he was valuable."

"And he failed even more because he had value but didn't know how to use it to climb up, and in the end he could only end up having his value used up completely, and then he died."

She laughed as she spoke, "If you count by seniority, I'm still your sister, and I'll take you to see the world in the future, and you'll know when the time comes."

Just as she was gloating to herself, Platypus spoke, which was rare for him to speak in front of her, and his voice was hoarse like a faucet that had been rusted for many years without being lubricated.

- Then why didn't you help him?

Platypus was startled by his own voice, and the female Beta seemed not to hear him.

The red light district has always been a weird place, everyone hates it, but everyone who lives here can't live without it.

Because of the chest injury, Felix felt that his breath was hot, and he started to have a fever again. He had heard about medicine. The old man said that he had used precious medicine on him when he was young. He didn't know what the medicine would look like. If it could keep him alive... that would be great.