"Can you wait for me here? I went out to find something to eat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Richter said gently to the 10-year-old girl in the wheelchair.

"Well, okay, but be careful, be careful." The girl reached out with some distress and gently stroked the bruises on Richter's face.

"Haha, don't worry." At just 13 years old, Richter's thin arm squeezed out a little muscle, visible through his already tattered clothes. "Touch it, it's very sturdy!"

The girl covered her mouth and lowered her head slightly, letting out a laugh of eating. "Yes, it's very strong."

"So don't worry, I'll take care of you!" Richter laughed and said, "I'm a boy!" With that, Richter left the small dilapidated house.

Wandering around the streets, Richter gritted his teeth and touched the bruises on his face, the wounds left by the beating he was caught stealing something yesterday are still painful, but because he was caught yesterday, neither he nor his sister ate anything yesterday, and today Richter decided to make a bold breakthrough.

Richter's eyes searched for a chance to find a shop, and today Richter wanted to give his sister a full meal.

Richter knew that he had become a repeat offender in the town, but was this what Richter wanted?

It is impossible to find this kind of work to be able to take care of his sister at any time, and since things are important, in Richter's mind, taking care of his sister is always the most important thing, and Richter can't take care of work or anything.

However, how can it be so easy to actually eat a full meal? Many shops immediately became more vigilant at the sight of Richter, and even told the shops next door to be vigilant.

Today, however, Richter felt that something was wrong. On weekdays, as long as you appear, you will become the focus of attention, but today everyone is completely wary of themselves?

Richter was a little suspicious, and a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.

Richter carefully approached the usual most resistant bun shop, which was Richter's most 'frequented' shop, and there was no one. "The owner of this shop must be the person who hates himself the most in this town, there is no one." Richter thought.

However, this time the boss did not directly drive Richter away, and even Richter did not react at all when he walked around the shop, but just kept his eyes on himself.

"How can you keep an eye on me like this?" Just a kid after all, Richter didn't think about how bad things could be that could make the whole town go into a state of abnormality.

Richter didn't have a chance to get out, at least, even if he stole it, it would be difficult to get out of the door, so Richter had to give up for the time being.

After a few rounds of other shops, each shop reacted the same way to Richter, not stopping or driving Richter away, but just staring at Richter, leaving Richter without a chance to start.

Time passed and the sky darkened. The beautiful sunset when I went out is now the beginning of the moon, and if I don't have any food to bring back, I'm afraid that my sister's body may not be able to stand it.

Richter gritted his teeth, returned to the first steamed bun shop he entered, turned around, and without any scruples, reached out and swept the shelf closest to the door, filled a little bread with his tattered clothes, and ran away.

Running all the way, Richter knew that he could not hesitate, otherwise if he was caught, it would not only be a beating, but most importantly, his sister would have no food to eat today.

After running for a long, long time, Richter stopped, panting. Looking back, no one had caught up. Richter leaned against the wall and adjusted his breathing a little, and began to walk in the direction of the house.

However, if Richter knew what was going to happen next, he would rather not leave the house today without looking for food.

A dilapidated house with no lights. This is the habit of the Richter family, because he often steals things, and others know where the Richter family is, so Richter does not light the lamp, and when he is at home, he will try not to make loud noises, so that others will misunderstand that there is no one here.

As Richter approached the house, he realized that, for some reason, the door was open. Richter hurriedly walked over and leaned into the house, but there was no sign of his sister.

"Maria? Maria? Richter panicked and shouted his sister's name, the voice echoing through the empty house.

After several shouts and no response, Richter searched every room, including the kitchen and toilet, but did not find his sister at all, and her wheelchair collapsed in the middle of the living room.

As if he had gone mad, Richter ran out of the room, looking nervously and panickingly.

For a child, I don't know why, when the most important person is missing, it is useless to stand at the door and look around, but fear and panic make him unable to think of a more suitable solution.

After looking around for a while, Richter gradually calmed down. Remembering the unusual behavior and state of the people in the town today, coupled with the disappearance of his sister, Richter associates two events, and decides that there must be an invisible thread that connects them.

Richter put the bun on the table, went out, closed the locked door, and ran in the direction of the town.

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Back in town, it was dark and Richter was gasping with his hands on his knees. It's just that the town is very unusually empty today.

There was no light, not even the slightest breath of the living, it was like a dead city.

Richter was desperately searching for signs of people in the town, panicked, messy of thoughts, haphazardly organizing all the fragments in Richter's mind, and Richter could not understand what was going on.

After looking for a long, long time, I finally found a boy who was a little younger than me.

Richter hurriedly ran up, and the boy's face showed a calmness not befitting his age, as if he heard Richter's hurried footsteps, and turned to face Richter.

Richter found that the boy's dress was not at all like the habit in the town, and judged that the boy should be an outsider, and was a little disappointed in his heart, but Richter still opened his mouth: "You are an outsider, get out of this town quickly, otherwise, you will be inseparable if you are discovered." With that, he wanted to leave.

This was by no means alarmist, and Richter did not understand why, anyway, when he was a child, his mother told himself that this town had never been left by anyone. But the reason was not told by my mother.

Whenever the topic of leaving the town is mentioned, the other people always have a look of horror on their faces, and they are afraid to avoid it.

Richter was merely a purely kind reminder, but whether the boy wanted to believe it or not was not a question that Richter was considering.

"Can you tell me where all the people here have gone?" The boy asked politely.

Richter had just turned around and turned back again, and replied with a little boredom: "How do I know, I am also looking for them." ”

At this, Richter noticed that the boy's face was much more solemn, but he still asked politely: "Can you tell me, then, any of the larger hills or anything like that around here?" ”

"Over there." Richter pointed in the direction of the hillside hidden by the night: "You can go in that direction." Richter spoke very quickly.

"You're looking for someone." The boy thought for a moment, and then said solemnly, "Is it a little girl?" ”

"How do you know?" Richter is a little strange.

"My name is Impelt Zuston." Zuston said solemnly, "I'm here to settle some things, but I may be late, and the sacrifice has already begun. ”

"Rituals? What ritual? Richter's instincts told him that this sacrificial ritual might be the main reason for his sister's disappearance and the abnormality of the people in the town, and hurriedly asked.

"If you believe me, I'm sure the person you're looking for is right here and where you say you are." Zuston didn't talk nonsense: "Go, take me there." ”

Although Richter was also suspicious of the boy in front of him, he was worried about his sister's safety at this time, and he couldn't help but choose not to believe it. Hurriedly ran in front to lead the way.

At the platform at the top of the mountain, the people of the whole town were dressed in uniform sacrificial clothing, and the leader was an old man, holding a sharp knife in both hands, held high above his head. On a stone platform in front of her, Richter's sister, Maria Severas, fell asleep peacefully.

"O God, accept our sacrifices, bless us, and care for us!" The old man slashed the major artery in Maria's neck, and blood gushed out of her neck like a fountain.

The people below couldn't bear to look directly and turned their heads sideways. However, it is a centuries-old custom in this cursed town to sacrifice a virgin every 16 years in exchange for the favor of the gods, sacrificing a little girl for the happiness of the whole town, which is a last resort and a must to be done.

Originally, according to the agreement, it should be one of the girls here who should be sacrificed today.

But, for some reason, since Richter started stealing in order to survive, people seem to have a tacit understanding, a terrible idea that does not need words, does not need eye contact, etc., occupies everyone's mind.

Richter is mostly able to steal things, and is a design. Because, his sister is the sacrifice this time.

It is a tacit understanding not to go to the Richter house to find trouble. Because, his sister has to live.

Sometimes deliberately making things difficult for Richter was a means of making the plan successful. Because, to make everything seem natural.

Everyone wears a mask of hypocrisy, and what they say is for the happiness of the people in the town, but at the expense of others. In fact, it is nothing more than a kind of selfishness.

It's just an excuse for selfishness, but everyone is more or less selfish.

"In order to survive, everything is necessary." This is the thought in everyone's heart at this moment.