The two street children walked quickly through the city, not only Yevgeny and the others, but also other street children one after another, some of whom had a good harvest today, and others who had nothing at all.

Orphans like them are like special species living in the land of Lucia, with uncertain haunting times and uncertain resting places, like rats running in the gutter, always finding shelter in huge cities, and the adaptability that humans have evolved over millions of years is vividly manifested in them.

There are also many orphan workers inside and outside the train station, who are walking like moving scars.

The soldier on duty stood on the sentry with a solemn face, holding the barrel of the gun with one hand, and the butt of the gun was placed on the ground.

A homeless child runs past with a rope in his hand holding a hydrogen balloon, followed by several playmates chasing after him, like a gray butterfly fluttering.

The balloons are brand new, in the shape of animals, and most of them are balloons that were picked up from under the roof, otherwise these children would never have bought such useless balloons with money in their pockets.

The soldier on duty just watched indifferently, he could see a lot of street children running in front of him every day, some of them were familiar faces that appeared every day, but some familiar faces may not appear again after a certain day, and Lucia's sluggish adoption rate and government efficiency are most likely not contained.

Even in the Tsarist period, the gendarmes probably wouldn't have done anything to a few street children.

The tall and thin Yevgeny walked briskly with the accordion, while little Valentin stepped on the raised curb with a childlike heart.

"It's Igor, them." Valentin looked at a few homeless children not far away and said, he took a few steps back timidly.

Igor is also a street child, but he is burly and powerful, at the age of eleven or twelve, he is more than 1.7 meters tall, and he doesn't know how to get enough nutrition in an underfed environment, he is very strong and strong, and he is followed by several street children.

With such a figure, his status in the group of street children is like a little bully, and he is often bullied or charged protection money, and the gloomy children's world is also full of the shadow of adult society.

"Give me the balloons." Igor stood tall in front of the child with the balloon.

"Nope."

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to hand over the loot in his hand, Igor didn't say much, and kicked out his foot after saying Sukabule: "Sukabule." ”

The two sides scuffled together, and with a fierce general like Igor, the battle immediately turned one-sided.

These street children fought with ruthless hands, pulling their hair and hitting the railings and telephone poles, and soon some children were bleeding from their foreheads and crying.

Passers-by looked at the chaotic street corners with amazement, especially those who had come to the City of a Thousand Peaks for the first time from other places, and they didn't expect such a scene when they first arrived in the capital, which seemed to be different from what they imagined the City of a Thousand Tops.

The sentry on duty still stood motionless with his gun, and the manual did not say that he should be responsible for such a situation, and he did not find it strange to see too much.

"You bastards, stop."

However, out of the crowd came a middle-aged woman with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and looking at her sturdy and strong figure, she might be able to walk directly with a log on her shoulder.

The sturdy woman's two big arms swung and directly pushed away the children who were fighting together, even Igor stopped directly, he really couldn't beat this strong woman.

And even if you win, if the other party scuffles and pesters you to call the police, it will be troublesome, and the other party is a citizen with identity certificates, and if you appear in front of the police with a street child like yourself, you will definitely not be able to get benefits, and you may even be beaten by the police.

Besides, Igor and the others have already snatched the balloon.

"Poor boy."

The beaten street children did not thank the woman, but looked around vigilantly with their scars, and then limped away, only begging for the kindness of others.

Lucia has a complete black industrial chain for street children, and the street children with poor brains have long been swept away by this industry chain.

Those who can grow up safely are the lucky ones who are smart-minded, but even so, most of the lucky ones have gone astray.

Petty theft is normal, and those who really go wrong may be dragged away early to serve life imprisonment.

"Let's go too." Yevgeny wore shoes that didn't fit well.

Little Valentin knew both sides of the fight: "Well, the one who was beaten was Peter, it's too unlucky, Igor will give it to him if he wants." ”

The stray children and the crowd gradually dispersed, everyone had their own business, such a trivial matter was not worth wasting too much attention, and the sentry was even more so, his gaze did not linger on a few street children for too long.

As a city that has twice relied on the temperature to achieve a Jedi counterattack, the winters in the City of a Thousand Peaks are sometimes frighteningly cold, so it is only natural that there is a huge heating network, which ensures the safety of everyone in the city in winter, and is also the best habitat for the homeless.

Most of the heating pipes are buried underground, and they are hermetically sealed, with only a small part of the pipes having a large space around them, and most of them are semi-underground.

The cement lining is crisscrossed with pipes, like thick blood vessels around the heart, parallel to or crossed, plopping and flowing to emit hot gas.

This space would feel cramped for a slightly taller adult to walk into, but it's just right for street children.

In the long night, they crowded around the pipes like quails, and the ground was covered with collected clothes and bedding, and when they walked in, they would smell the smell of decay on their faces, as if they had walked into a humid summer forest area after the rain, and like a cemetery with no one in the middle of the night.

A group of homeless children are human-like imps, who hang a flashlight from the pipe, and the light shines on the wall to brighten up the confined space.

Yevgeny and little Valentin walked into the pipe, and it was as warm as summer.

Most of the homeless children who can live in one place are good partners, but fortunately, there are many semi-underground pipelines like this in the City of a Thousand Peaks, and there will be no war in the gutter because of the struggle for living space, but even so, there are still many people who will fall in winter.

Before he could go deeper into the pipe, he could hear crying and roaring from inside.

"I'm going to kill Igor, I'm going to kill Igor!"

"It's Peter." Little Valentin heard who was roaring, "Didn't he go to the clinic to have a look?" ”

"......" Yevgeny couldn't stand this inexperienced little friend around him, "You'll know when you have more experience in the future, we don't have the money to see the injured." ”

"But it's just such a small injury, it doesn't cost much."

"But we won't suffer just one time."