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By the time Gordon walked out of the jewelry store, the whole street had become deserted, the gangs had long since dispersed, and the flow of traders was still too late to enter. A few men dressed as servants brushed the blood stains on the road and put the severed limbs into sacks and put them on trailers to pull them away.

Along the way, Gordon easily shook off a few "little tails" and quickly wound out of the bazaar. He was almost certain that the jewelry store was the stronghold of the Storm Horse Thieves, and that the herb shop was nothing more than a front to be discarded at any time.

In order not to startle the snake, he will not attack the jewelry store directly, but can only lure the snake out of the hole and find the three leaders of the horse thief group step by step. The trickiest thing is, in addition to the sheriff being bribed by horse thieves, how many other officials from the Shahu tribe are involved? These powerful people can become the umbrella of horse thieves.

"Mr. Ghoul." Sinbad suddenly emerged from a small alley and greeted Gordon, his eyes twinkling with adoring little stars, "You're amazing! ”

"How?"

"I see it! All the thugs in the city went to that medicine shop, and when they came back, they were all bleeding and wounded, and you must have taught them a hard lesson! You've beaten so many people alone, you're a great warrior! ”

"You're mistaken, it's those people fighting in the nest. They were defeated by themselves, not me. ”

Sinbad thought for a moment, raised his little face, and asked seriously: "You mean that a person will only be defeated by himself, right?" ”

Gordon said: "Losing to others is just a temporary failure, and there is always a chance to turn defeat into victory." Losing to yourself is the real failure. ”

Sinbad nodded thoughtfully, and Gordon let him lead him around to get acquainted with Crescent City. The sheriff raised many young slaves, which restaurant was backstage by the powerful of the Sand Fox tribe, and there was a hole in the wall at the back gate that was covered by garbage...... Sinbad came one by one, like a few treasures.

At dusk, Gordon returned to his residence. At the door of the Magic Lamp Hotel, Sinbad stopped and said, "Mr. Ghoul, I'm ...... I have a ......"

Gordon asked, "What do you want to say?" ”

"I ......" Sinbad struggled for a moment as he clenched his hands at the corners of his clothes, but still avoided the subject, "Mr. Ghoul, I know why you want to stay in the most expensive hotel." ”

"Why?"

"Because the best hostel is sure to be big. Living here will save you a lot of trouble, at least the thugs won't dare to make trouble, and you can sleep soundly at night. ”

"Could it be that you often can't sleep well at night?" Gordon gave the boy a deep look, "You're smart, Sinbad, but that's not what you want to sue me." ”

Sinbad's face flushed: "But, but sir, I ......" He struggled for a while, biting his lip, and staring at the Magic Lamp Hotel in the twilight.

Gordon didn't say anything more, and stood quietly with him. Their heads were lifted by the desert evening breeze like fluttering wings.

"Three years ago, when I first saw this place, I thought to myself, the magic lamp must be waiting for it to lose its oil. If you pour the water of the Crescent River into the lantern, this magic lamp that falls from the night sky will surely shine again. Sinbad's eyes were wide and bright, "At that time, I thought that one day, I would find my own lamp oil." ”

"You're from another tribe, aren't you?"

"Yes, my parents...... Without. I struggled here to make a living, trying to survive, day after day, until I was too tired to think about those things anymore. It may just be a legend, something to deceive children. Sinbad whispered, "I may never find my lamp oil for the rest of my life." ”

Gordon was silent for a long time and said: \u2

1netbsp; O1c you said it too, it's just possible. ”

"Yes." Sinbad nodded vigorously, "It's just possible, because I met Mr. Ghoul." I began to believe again that I still had a chance and that I hadn't been defeated by myself. ”

Gordon stared at the boy silently, and at that moment, it dawned on him that he wasn't the only one struggling in pain in a wheelchair. Crippled, freckles, Sinbad...... In the darkness, there are more lonely souls.

"Mr. Ghoul, is there really a magic lamp in the world? Is there really a god, a devil, something I can't dream of? Sinbad looked up and asked in a stupid voice, as soft as a fluttering bird feather.

Gordon pondered for a moment and said, "For some people there may be, for some people there may not be." If there is, it will only get harder. ”

"I'm not afraid of hardship, and neither are you?"

"Yes, never."

The two stood side by side, bathed in shadows, looking up at the magnificent building that stood silently and solemnly with them.

Suddenly, all parts of the Magic Lamp Hotel are lit up, and the lights are brilliant and dazzling, like light algae floating from the dark seabed.

The light flowed all the way to their feet, and two figures, one large and one small, bathed in the light, as if they were rising.

Sinbad suddenly burst into tears, crying in a low voice, tears clouding her face.

Gordon listened to his cry silently, motionless. The night wind blows, warm and soft, sending the boy's cry far and away.

After a while, Sinbad's thin shoulders stopped shaking. He turned around and bowed deeply to Gordon, "Thank you, Mr. Ghoul. Thank you so much for being willing to listen to me so much. Tomorrow morning, I will come to you and tell you everything I have to say. He turned to leave.

"Sinbad." Gordon hesitated, then reached out and gently stroked Sinbad's head.

It was a hand holding a dagger, cold and firm, but now it was touching the soft head of the boy. Just as Gauss used the same cold and firm hand many years ago to give warmth to an equally lonely child.

"When I was very young, I was a few years younger than you." Gordon was silent for a long time, and then whispered, "When I am depressed, I fantasize that late one night an angel will creep into my room, tell me, child, that you are the most special one in the world, and give me a pair of wings as a gift." ”

"So it doesn't matter if you can't go, because you can fly from now on." Gordon closed his eyes, and the dazzling sea of light sank into darkness again.

"If I met someone right now who claimed to give me a pair of wings, guess what would happen to me? I'll cut his neck without hesitation, because he's a liar.

I don't know why this is happening, but that's how life is. Day after day, the angels slowly turn into liars, and eventually, all angels turn into deceitful things. ”

Gordon slowly opened his eyes, the light shining in the blue-gray pupils: "But, but if we are lucky enough, there will be an angel left." It doesn't change, it doesn't go, it doesn't disappear because there is no oil. ”

He smiled in the bright light: "We call it forever." ”

That is also the initial expectation of the world for us as young.