Fourteen-year-old Johnson cautiously poked his head out of the rubble.

The rain stopped.

There was a commotion in the distance, and the high-power homemade portable lamp was dazzling.

Hovercraft and kayaks are traversing the stagnant water, and people in raincoats are picking up obstacles with harpoon-like objects and rummaging through valuable things.

They are not search and rescue personnel, but survivors of the hurricane.

They violently scramble for valuable items, rush into half-collapsed stores, and forcibly pry them in. Opening the cash register box, they found wet banknotes, and scattered coins slipped between their fingers and rolled into the water.

"Look! Old Hawley, poor old fellow! ”

After the body lying in the rubble was found, the storm. The disciples kicked maliciously and laughed loudly.

"Where's the gold ring on this old guy's hand, you took it?"

"I didn't see it!" The man who was the first to lift the furniture to find the body raised his hands and loudly defended.

The bystanders were clearly unconvinced, and soon a brawl began.

Johnson took advantage of the chaos of the shouting and scuffling and ran away.

"Whew, whew." The panting boy was just about to slow down, when there was a scream and the dull sound of sharp weapons slashing into flesh and bone from the ruins behind him, Johnson shuddered, and did not care about resting, and hurried away through the cover of darkness.

He had never experienced such a terrible disaster, but he knew what people would do for money

There are many bankrupts and stowaways in the city of Pedorion, the economy is not good, and there are no large factories. There is a limit to the food distributed by the church, as are the houses, and many people have to erect a broken tent in the slums.

Johnson lived in a tent with his uncle Lake for many years, and he had seen the murder of prostitutes. Female prostitute. Guest, I have seen gamblers who pick up knives and stab people to death with red eyes, and scum who cheated seriously ill old women out of their last money.

When he was seven years old, one of his friends died in a remote and quiet alley.

A criminal who had just succeeded in a robbery, when he rushed into the alley to escape, shot the boy in the head who kindly told him to go get relief food.

Johnson brought food from the church, and before his friends appeared, he ran back to look for it, and when he ran back to look for it, all he saw was a cold corpse in the alley, lying in a pool of blood.

The case was solved a month later.

The criminal robbed a basketball player who went on vacation to a seaside city, and he also had an extra blood hole in his chest, but he was lucky to survive. The robber originally only wanted money, but when he found that his prey was muscular, he feared that he would not be able to get it, so he fired first and then looted the money.

After escaping two streets, he met a child who called his name, and the robber fired a shot without thinking about it......

The case was a big mess, the criminal was imprisoned, the newspaper was very concerned about the innocent dead child, and the whole page mourned and condemned the prisoner, but even the child's name was misspelled.

Compared to his little buddy, Johnson is already lucky. The newspaper let many people know that there are still some children in the city of Pedorion, South Sarco, who do not have enough stomachs and do not even have a house at home.

Things were immediately taken seriously. The ghetto was expanded, and many homeless families moved in, including Johnson and his uncle. It's just that after life improved, Lake slowly became addicted to gambling.

Johnson's children were a year late in school, but they were able to go to school and eat free brunch at school.

Either way, Johnson will insist on reading the book to the end, opportunities that don't come easily, and those who get it easily won't understand.

-- When Johnson made up his mind, he certainly never imagined that one day, he would blow up his school.

Escape the rush of those scrambling for valuable items. Johnson swam hard in the stagnant water, and when he woke up in the rubble four days ago, he found that he had an extra force in his body.

But Johnson didn't dare to use it at all, and he remembered the tragic situation at the school very well.

He would go out to a less affected area to ask for help, or pretend to be an orphan who had been separated from his family. Fourteen-year-old Johnson Brown believes that staying alive is the most important thing.

No matter how scared he is, he wants to get out of here.

Two days later, with the food he found in the rubble, Johnson finally made his way out of the hard-hit area and found a rescue point in a small town after the hurricane.

The skinny child immediately caught people's attention, and soon he had a warm blanket, a glass of warm milk and easily digestible biscuits.

He was hungry, but he restrained himself.

The action of drinking milk slowly appeared very cultured, and no one suspected that it was a child from the ghetto, and they asked Johnson's family, and the boy bowed his head and did not speak.

"Oh God! This poor child! ”

It was a chubby old woman who embraced the boy with pity.

Johnson's body was stiff because he knew the old woman.

The old woman, the owner of a bakery in the city of Pedorion, was always ferocious in chasing away the homeless, and Johnson was even broken in the head with a cane when he was a child. The old woman's current behavior is obviously not remembering Johnson at all, she is hugging the boy who lost his family in the hurricane, not the child who came out of the dirty slum and will definitely become a criminal in the future.

The embrace was warm, but Johnson's heart was cold.

The embarrassment didn't last long, as the South Sarn rescue convoy returned, bringing back many survivors, and the shelter was busy with no one continuing to inquire about Johnson's origins.

The boy quietly breathed a sigh of relief and looked around, when someone suddenly stopped him in surprise.

"Hi, little Johnson!"

Johnson took a vigilant step back, like a frightened hamster.

The man didn't catch him recklessly, but just looked worried: "Katie called me just now, after seeing the news, she was very worried about your safety, it's great that you're okay." ”

Katie, the female public school teacher who helped Johnson, left South Sulsa after she was fired.

The man who looked concerned and tightened the blanket for Johnson was a friend of a female teacher and a lawyer who once wanted to get Johnson out of school violence, but because he couldn't find evidence and witnesses, he didn't succeed in the end.

"How did you get here, your uncle Lake?"

"I don't know." Johnson whispered.

The lawyer looked at the boy sympathetically: "Forgive me, Johnson, although this is rude, I still think that it is actually a good thing for you that your guardian is missing or dead in the legal sense." ”

Johnson looked up.

"You weren't willing to leave your uncle before, and Lake was nice to you when he wasn't gambling, but as long as he had money, he was nowhere to be seen."

"But ......," Johnson felt pain.

Poverty is a shackle, but poverty used to be a good thing in the eyes of children, and when they lived in dilapidated tents, Uncle Lake used to give him the food he received even when he was hungry. But with a house and a steady monthly relief benefit, Lake would rather go hungry than gamble, and the kids can eat free meals at school anyway.

"Children who lost loved ones in a hurricane have the opportunity to be adopted by good middle-class families in other states, and you can get a better education, a whole new environment, and a bright future."

"But, I don't know ......"

Johnson lowered his head, as if to shrink himself into a ball, pitiful enough to make people want to touch his head.

"I don't really know, where is Uncle Lake, maybe he's ...... He actually escaped. ”

"Yes, it's quite possible! God will bless you, Johnson. The lawyer touched the boy's head, deliberately not saying anything to God forbid, and he was satisfied to see Johnson struggling and restless.

-- Expecting his uncle to die, for a child, the guilt is a bit harsh.

The man patiently said to Johnson: "Katie and I will get married next year, because of work, we don't plan to have children for the time being, but we don't mind making an extra breakfast every day." Johnson, the night doesn't last forever, and you can beat it by going out. ”

Johnson nodded slowly.

"Good boy." The lawyer patted the boy on the shoulder, like a father encouraging his child.

Gambler Lake? Of course, he was already dead, he was shot before the hurricane came, and his body was dumped in a ditch on the side of the road.

***

The dense fog weather for three consecutive days has affected the smooth flow of the Haihuai Expressway.

Trucks running long-distance freight were jammed at the highway entrance, and several drivers yawned and left their cabs to wander around. It was really boring to wait, and someone talked about strange things.

“…… That's it! I called here a few days ago, and I surrounded the interview car with the police! The middle-aged driver with a cigarette in his mouth flicked the cigarette ash, "I heard that it was a young girl who died under the river embankment." ”

"! There are highways here, and there are guardrails, you can't fall to death if you roll down all the way, is it suicide by jumping into the river? ”

"Who knows, listening to my son, there are two little girls who went to the movies at night and never came back. Until now, there is still a person who has not seen anyone alive or dead. ”

The middle-aged driver deliberately went to his cab and took out a newspaper and pointed it to everyone: "The missing little girl's family is willing to pay 30,000 yuan for clues, you have to keep your eyes open, maybe you can make some extra money......"

As he was talking, someone suddenly pointed to the thick fog and shouted.

Everyone was inexplicable.

"Just now, there was a figure in the fog just now." The shouting driver's voice trembled, "It seems to be a schoolgirl, and she looks ...... It's pretty much the same as this picture. ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Brother, you're outdated! To be scary, you should say a soaking wet female ghost! ”

"Really! Suddenly it's gone! The driver blushed.

There was another burst of laughter, and no one paid attention to the truck parked in the thick fog, when suddenly the door of a cab slowly opened and closed again half a minute later.

A hundred meters away, on the edge of the river embankment, a girl appeared out of thin air in the grass half a person high, and her appearance was exactly the same as that of the missing girl. She opened the small black bag she had just stolen from the cab, saw a stack of pink bills inside, and after taking the things into her arms, she flipped through the newspapers that had come to her.

If you want to blame the driver's bad luck, she wants to put this newspaper against the window pane, just because she is in a hurry to leave Huaicheng and lack money.

"Hurricane Jennifer hit South Sulsa, USA, with amazing power, not far from the landing site, a school substation exploded......" The girl was reading the news when she suddenly saw a figure in the fog around her, she was taken aback, activated her ability, and the figure disappeared instantly.

The crowd that rushed out of the dense fog threw a big net on their heads!

The net rope is tightened, and the middle is strangely protruding, and it is an invisible cuboid.

"Smack!"

Two durians suddenly smashed out of the cuboid,

But it was the armed police with riot shields who closed the net, and they easily stopped it.

"Report Major Zhang, the target has been captured, please give instructions for the next step."