I've always been curious about my "provenance", like a famous quote without footnotes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When I opened my eyes and had a memory, I was already the loneliest person in the welfare home.

I once asked the woman who was called "dean" who wore gold and silver but only gave us leftovers, everyone else has parents, but where is the one who belongs to me?

The dean gave me a look of contempt that she gave to the other children, and she didn't even bother to answer such a question as I did.

One evening when I was 7 years old, I accidentally saw the dean dressed in gold and silver, entangled in bed naked with a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in a welfare home.

So, I rushed out the door...... I never went back......

Later, when I was young and lonely, I begged all the way south.

On that day, I arrived in Hangzhou.

On the street, there were a few children who looked like beggars to me, and they were badly wounded.

Seeing the misery of the blue nose and swollen face, I couldn't help but step forward to help them bandage their wounds. The boy at the head of the group kindly invited me to live with them, and I gladly agreed, but I never thought that the so-called friendship was actually a call from hell!

These children belong to a gang of thieves, controlled by accomplices and evil ruffians behind their backs, and if they do not steal a certain amount of money every day, they are beaten and scolded and have no food. The reason why he was severely beaten this time was that he was caught stealing and beaten violently.

Knowing the truth, I was already deeply immersed in it.

Every day I was very closely guarded, and I was caught several times when I tried to escape. After the beating, hanging on a tree like a salted fish in the wind and sun for a few days was my most daily portrayal at that time.

Later, when they saw that I was still "tireless" about escaping, they finally used the elixir that made me irreversible: drugs.

Drugs are really untouchable, and when I get addicted to them, they don't take care of them.

I still ran away a few times, but I was too young to make a living, not to mention the price of drugs that I couldn't afford.

So, I had to take the initiative to go back and get beaten.

I lived in this gloomy world for nearly three years, and they taught me some techniques for stealing, and who thought that I was very qualified in the field of anointing the soles of my feet, and by the time I was ten years old, my skills in stealing and escaping had gained an enviable reputation in the "industry".

Finally, at dusk, I got out of the gang and decided to go it alone.

I only knew that my surname was Feng, and no one had ever given me a name, so in honor of the freedom I finally gained, I named myself Feng Jiechen.

I want my own person to be like his name, like a wisp of dust on the way to escape after stealing, so that people cannot reach it!

But I also have my own principles of practice, the objects of my theft, all are corrupt officials and rich businessmen, or children, I have always thought in my little mind that I am an ancient thief, robbing the rich and helping the poor, how fast?

But reality slapped me in the face!

On that day, I was swaying on the street with my fill of food and drink, and I was met by a couple who seemed to be graceful and elegant, the man was gentle, and the woman was gentle.

Such a person is the object of my envy the most.

I used to think that if one day I could stop worrying about eating and drinking, then I would no longer be sneaky, and I would have to be a dignified gentleman!

At the moment when I made up my mind, the couple walked past me. The purse in the man's trouser pocket was so swollen that it fell out as he walked.

I'm a thief, but I've always called myself a thief, so even though I had a lot of money in my wallet, I still "found gold" like the slogan of the era, and when I picked up my wallet, I ran a few steps forward to return it to the friendly couple.

But when I held my wallet up in front of them and didn't speak, the originally kind couple suddenly changed their faces!

The man who was still gentle and elegant just now immediately raised his eyebrows, he snatched the wallet in my hand, his eyes were full of viciousness, and his long and powerful legs kicked on my lower abdomen mercilessly!

I was suffocated by the pain in my stomach, but the man shouted and cursed that I had stolen his wallet!

I was kicked to the ground, and I tried my best to get up from the ground to explain a few words, but I only felt a blow and kick, followed by darkness all around, and the severe pain from all parts of my body could not hide the misery of my heart being torn apart by a heavy blow!

The lady next to me saw that I had been beaten all over the body and bruised and said softly to stop me, thinking that at least there was still the last trace of warmth left in the world, but I tried to open my eyes that were confused by blood and looked over, but I saw her eyes that I will never forget!

It was a collection of contempt, contempt, and ridicule, a sin that could destroy people's hearts, a punishment for rendering the dark world, and the last such look that completely drove me into the abyss of cold and despair!

Ah, it turns out that humans are such hypocrisy!

The so-called nobles who live in the upper class are just hypocritical gentlemen!

It's just that with a beautiful skin and the appearance of wealth, can anyone play the so-called "person"?

If my young mind at that time had felt a little guilty about stealing my "business", then under the humiliation of destroying my soul, it would have been completely consumed.

When the couple left, they once again put on a mask of tenderness and kindness.

In the haze, I saw the crowd of onlookers foaming at the mouth and denouncing my "sin", and they saw the world, was the weak side wrong?

After that, I tried to quit drugs.

With my perseverance in self-improvement, I finally stood at the top of the "industry"!

I found the meaning of my life, and I told myself every day that no matter what means I used, I would definitely stand at the top of everything and look down on these lowly ants!

Until that time, I was hired by a terrorist organization to steal treasures from ancient tombs, but before I knew it, I was discovered by a policewoman and followed here!

She is supposed to be from Interpol, with excellent tracking skills, quick movements, and especially extremely meticulous thinking, and I have used many methods to get rid of her completely.

Inside the tomb, we engaged in a tense chase, and with the strength of my feet, I was stunned that I could not shake her off, and even her bullets grazed my skin, and if I deflected an inch, it would have pierced my arm!

When I was bandaging my wounds, I clearly heard the Morse code that the other party hit to report the location in the tomb space, and fortunately, as a veteran thief, I also taught myself the common sense necessary for these policemen.

I know that a large number of Interpol on the periphery will soon storm the tomb to encircle and suppress it.

After being imprisoned for the rest of my life, I would rather choose to end my life by burning jade!

So, I lit the explosives......