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Chapter 3 Human and Mouse (1)

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    A marshal walked towards me from a distance.

    He must have known that I was in a desperate situation and there was no way to escape, so he did not panic and walked with his figure-footed legs, just like every well-equipped policeman who loves to capture, he can easily capture the prey without fighting.

    At that moment, I seemed to hear the cracking of his big riding boots, and even heard him whistle triumphantly like the police in those movies.

    My heart was about to jump out, I turned and ran.

    After I ran a few steps, my arm was tightly grasped, as if an eagle's claw fell from the sky.  I lifted my head feebly.

    Not a policeman, but a thin middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and shrunken cheeks.  If his eyes weren't so small and yellow, he'd look like a hawk.  The hair on his forehead was dyed blond, and with a fake smile on his face, he called me: "Little brother!"

    I didn't want to talk to him, I turned my face away.

    "Come on, little brother, you are very lucky to meet Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, I have something for you to eat!"

    "You hurt my hand!"

    He gripped tighter.  He dragged me like a chicken.  He was so thin, yet so strong.  I tried to resist and lay down on the ground, but he immediately lifted me up, even though I was still carrying a heavy schoolbag, he still let me hang in the air with my feet off the ground.

    "My clothes! You're going to tear them apart!"

    "If you talk too much, I'll throw you into the river!"

    I was dragged by him, ran along the railroad track for a while, passed through a piece of withered grass, and then walked into a long alley.

    Soon, a piece of low and dilapidated linoleum shacks, like black ruins, appeared in front of my eyes.

    It was there that I met Ah Huang and Jacques.

    The thin man opened a door with many wooden boards nailed vertically and vertically, pushed me in, and then locked the door hard.

    A smell of the smell of rural livestock pens hits the face, and the voices of chirping children can be heard next to my ears.

    I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly. It took me a long time to open them, and I could barely see that there was a large room inside. Six or seven children, most of whom were younger than me, sat next to the wall in ragged clothes.

    There are one or two children, who seem to be less than five years old. They look frightened, like small animals that are often abused, trying to shrink their bodies as much as possible, preparing to endure new torture.

    They were close together, and the eyeballs of their two pairs kept turning, dimly shining because of vigilance and panic.

    This is what the police have been investigating and tracking. It is called a rat's nest by the traffickers. Every child in it, from a different place, is their rat.

    After the children were kidnapped, some were resold, some were sent to black factories as child labor, and most of them stayed here, forced and trained by them to be mice, steal, or beg.

    There was a warm smell of fermenting straw in the mouse's nest, and the smell of musty pasta.

    All the smells are mixed together, in the darkness, making people drowsy.

    I rubbed my eyes for a while, feeling more comfortable with the light.

    This should have been an abandoned warehouse.  The pitted ground was covered with thick straw, broken cardboard boxes, and newspapers. It felt like dust would be spewed out as soon as one stepped on it.

    The children stared at me together.  It may be that the light is too dim, and their eyes are very bright.  And because of being thin, everyone's eyes look very big.

    I seemed to have entered a wolf den, and countless wolf cubs looked at me with green eyes.  Look at myself, I'm wearing a school uniform, much better than them.

    I didn't know what they would do to me, I subconsciously grasped the belt of my schoolbag on my back, ready to be surrounded by them and beat me up.

    They didn't, and remained motionless in place.  Look closely, they are even a little lazy.

    Someone said: "New here."

    "Where did it come from?" Someone pointed at me.

    I asked him back: "Where are you from?"

    A tall, lanky guy stood up, and because of two faint reflections on his face, I assumed he was wearing glasses.  He said: "According to the rules, the newcomer should speak first."

    He was Jacques, fourteen years old, the oldest here.  Apparently, he was their leader, and what he did, they did.

    However, I quickly felt relieved because he did not have any violent tendencies.  He is very thin, obviously malnourished, and the eyes behind the glasses are witty and innocent, like a flawed genius.

    I am relaxed and friendly to them: "I came from the train."

    A child said: "Before he could finish speaking, the door was kicked open with a "bang". It was a thin man with blond hair, twisting a cloth bag in his hand.  Behind him is the bright afternoon sun.

    In order to adapt to the light inside, he closed his eyes tightly, and then quickly shook his head.  Thin people even have a more flexible neck than ordinary people.

    Ah Huang said: "It seems that Brother Qiang has only you as a big fish today. After catching you, he got nothing."

    "Brother still strong? I think he is much older than my father."

    Jacques always expresses his opinion before others: "Hey, people are like this now, they like to be called little or something, or Zhang Sheng Li Sheng, or strong brother Li."

    "Yeah?"

    I find it very novel.

    Jacques continued: "If it's a woman, it's even more troublesome. She's at the level of an aunt. She won't be happy if you don't call her Miss."

    Ah Huang added: "Auntie level? Those at the ashes level are all called Miss."

    They laughed.

    The skinny man stomped his feet and screamed strangely: "Your skin is itchy? I told you that you are not allowed to whisper to newcomers, and you are not allowed to exchange information! Don't think you are smart!"

    Jacques and Ah Huang quickly left me and shuttled back to their original positions.

    "Papa papa!"

    The thin man clapped his hands, everyone got up immediately, lined up in two lines, and said in unison: "Hi, boss."

    I stood up hesitantly and did not stand in their queue.

    I was wondering if he would beat me up in front of them first¡ªthis is often the way the bosses in the cottages do, to give the newcomers a big blow and make them obey in the future.

    He ignored me and began to lecture: "Are you hungry? No work, of course no food. Today we all have to rotate places."

    (Xi Li's other works: "The Pain of Ruins" http://www.17k.com/book/56782.html;

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    "Cat" http://www.17k.com/book/58588.html ) (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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