The guards on either side of the little shoe-shiner's body remained unmoved, their powerful claws clamping strongly around his arms.

Although they were doing their duty, the excited crowd outside the shooting range did not care about this.

Some of the young men have even begun to ram the guardrails with their limbs.

The police chief, who was sitting on the high platform and supervising today's execution, saw that there was a large-scale conflict, held his fat belly, walked off the stage in person, and said to the guard next to the little shoe-shiner, "For God's sake, just wipe it with him." ”

Hearing the order from their superiors, the two guards let go of the little shoe-shiner.

The little shoe-shiner, who had been temporarily free, thought of escaping, but fell down on one knee and dusted Doug's shoes with the sleeve of the new dress he wore for the first time in his life.

The hazy sky finally began to drop raindrops.

I don't know if it was the bright light of a magnesium lamp or a flash of lightning across the sky, the shutter of the camera "clicked", freezing the moment.

"Get up. Doug picked up the little shoe-shiner and straightened his clothes, "This new set of clothes is stained." ”

"Boss!" cried the little shoe-shiner suddenly.

"Huh?" asked Doug, looking into the eyes of the little shoe-shiner, looking at the child, who had been fed every day since he entered the detention center, and who had grown half a head taller.

"Can I go to heaven, boss?" asked the little shoe-shiner.

"Yes! Of course! A kind person like you, who has suffered so much in this world, will surely be allowed by God to enter heaven!"

The police officer saw that the reaction of the people around him was no longer violent, and with a look at him, the little shoe-shiner was detained again.

Two large pairs of strong hands trapped him to the pillar with ropes.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and his mind was cold.

On the dirt floor, streams are gradually gathering that are visible to the naked eye.

The heavy rain like a curtain of rain makes people unable to open their eyes.

"I want to live ......"

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire pierced through the rain and fell into the ears of the people in the distance.

No one could hear the little shoeshiner's last words.

The little shoeshiner's mother reopened the crowd like crazy and untied the ropes trapped in the little shoeshiner.

It seems that the son who was still alive yesterday is already cold at this moment.

"Where do you want to bury him?" asked Doug, holding a black umbrella, walking over to block the rain, and bowing his head.

"Burial at sea. We are Irish, American, American, not our homeland. The little shoe-shiner's mother replied, looking up.

"Good. ”

Seabirds fly in the wet sky.

Doug held an umbrella and strolled behind them.

In front of him was a carriage, and above it was a wooden coffin, in which lay the little shoe-shiner.

The further forward you go, the mudter it gets, and the horse's hooves are already stuck in the mud of the sand.

The mother of the little shoe-shiner and his siblings unloaded him and the coffin from the carriage.

Taking advantage of this low tide, they pushed into the sea with all their might.

Doug watched as the coffin drifted away, infinitely closer to the gray horizon.

He said, "Go away and fly high." ”

While New Haven is dying every day, there aren't many deaths that make New Haven's citizens care.

Human society seems to be moving forward in the cycle of death and rebirth.

Blair immediately returned to the printing and dyeing factory to develop the photos and write the manuscript, and strive to publish it tonight, and the newspaper that sold it tomorrow will report everything about today.

Above the sea.

The wooden coffin drifts with the waves.

No purpose, no direction.

And so it floated, floated.

Gradually, it drifted to the course of the ship.

A middle-aged man standing on the deck, leaning against the mast and drinking rum, spotted the small coffin and shouted, "Hey, hey, look! there's something there!"

It's a pity that his shouts didn't attract a lot of people's attention. Because in this damn cold weather, he was the only one on deck except the crew.

"I! I want you to get that thing up!"

The big-bellied middle-aged man who seemed to have drunk a little too much pulled a crew member and said.

The crew looked innocent, did not struggle, did not take work, did not move.

Because he knew that he couldn't mess with the master in front of him, and at the same time, he only had to obey the orders of his superiors on this ship.

The middle-aged man tugged at him twice, and when he found that he didn't move, he shouted, "First mate, captain, get that thing up for me!"

The second officer, who was standing on the deck, heard the middle-aged man shouting the captain and the first officer, and hurriedly went over and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"Fish that thing up for me!"

The second officer looked over there carefully, saw clearly what was floating, and said embarrassedly, "Your Excellency, that's a coffin." ”

"I don't care, just catch it for me! Don't you just want money?

"Enough! Enough! We can fish it up and show you! But if it's rotten, we're going to throw it into the sea." Otherwise...... If we get the plague, we won't survive a boatload of people. The second mate got the money, although he was very happy, but he was still very cautious.

"Got it, got it, go get it. The middle-aged businessman said impatiently.

The second mate immediately lowered a dinghy, sent a few crew members, rowed over and scooped up the coffin.

When it was brought back, the second mate was still a little worried, so he asked them to open it below to see it, saying that it was not rotten, and then dragged it up with a rope.

The middle-aged man drank rum as he walked around the open coffin, "Help me call the doctor on board, I think he's still alive." ”

As long as there is money, doctors come quickly.

The group of doctors, who have a tradition of stealing dead bodies, are not averse to what appears to be human corpses.

Although they don't wear necklaces out of several skulls as exaggerated as ancient witch doctors, it's still normal to keep a finger bone as a pendant.

The ship's doctor did a physical examination of the person in the coffin.

"Not dead. He pulled out a silver coin from the chest of the man lying in the coffin.

The coin has been deformed, with a large crater in the middle.

"He must have been shot, and someone thought he was dead. The ship's doctor analyzed, "He has a fever, do you want to treat him?"

"Yes!" said the drunken middle-aged man.

He tossed a gold coin and said, "You must cure him!"

"Yes! I'll cure him!" said the doctor.

Although he has a good income from such a dangerous profession as a doctor on an ocean-going ship, a gold coin is also a wealth that cannot be ignored for him.