"Let it go, Simon, she's dead."

Ten years old Douglas, dressed in shabby but clean cloth, looked coldly at the little girl who had collapsed at the end of the dark alley in the back street.

To his left, another boy his age squatted beside the girl while wiping tears from his eyes, laboriously feeding her the only remaining vial of milk of the month into her mouth.

Simon: "No, she's alive!" ”

"Let her go, we have more important things to do." Douglas repeated, reaching for Ramon's collar. There was not the slightest hint of anger in his tone, just an exceptionally cold reality.

Simon: "No! I don't want it! She's still breathing, she's not dead! ”

The little boy shouted hoarsely, and a rain cloud happened to drift through the sky of the West Sea, and the dull thunder accompanied the dripping raindrops one after another.

Douglas stretched out the oilcloth umbrella and let go of the hand that grabbed Simon: "Her wound is infected, it is likely that there is an epidemic disease, we have no money to buy medicine, there is not enough food, you can only save her for about two or three days, after which we need to clean up the body, and we also need to disinfect, not to mention that before that, others may be infected." ”

Douglas paused, and the raindrops slipped from the umbrella in his hand and dripped to Simon's feet, mingling with his tears.

Douglas: "In the worst-case scenario, the entire shelter will be affected, and by then, more people will die, have you thought about that?" ”

Simon: "But... But she's obviously not dead yet, I can't see death and not save her. ”

Douglas: "It's just a matter of time or later, it's inevitable in two or three days, it's not our style to take such a big risk, let's put her down." ”

Simon: "But..."

Douglas: "I'll say it one last time" The teenager's voice became more serious this time "Put her down, let's go." ”

From Simon's point of view, Douglas's ice-blue eyes showed a majesty that was completely inconsistent with his age... As the leader of their small organization, Douglas's orders could only be obeyed unconditionally to him, and as long as he spoke in this tone, it meant that there was no room for negotiation.

What's more, Simon himself knows very well that Douglas has always been right...

So, he cried and propped up his umbrella beside the little girl, and then put the remaining little half bottle of milk there, and stood up helplessly, and walked forward quickly.

…

Douglas saw him clenching his fists and his stiff shoulders stubbornly jerking—he knew that Simon didn't look back at the little girl because he was afraid that if he looked at her, he would shake his previous determination.

Ah, he is so kind, and kindness is simply not fit to live in such a slum, but, the reality is like this, there is no room for change.

Simon may be rebuked by his conscience and unable to sleep for a long time to come, but at least he can continue to live until a long time later, when he will understand what Douglas said today.

As for Douglas himself...

He has always been able to maintain a steady mood in the face of strangers' misfortunes.

In part, this stems from his status as the head of the shelter for street children.

He is acutely aware of the difficult situation in which he and his companions are currently in the same difficult situation.

On the other hand, it is also because the soul in this child's body is a relationship between a time-traveler from some distant time and space.

Douglas's compassion has been almost completely wiped out by decades of experience in the three religions and nine streams, and he can do anything to survive.

Therefore, following Simon, who was crying silently, the young man held an umbrella and did not hesitate at all for the little life that was about to pass away at his feet.

However, just as he was almost completely past the unfortunate victim, the piece of paper that had been wrapped in the milk bottle reacted strangely spontaneously.

Starting from the little girl's fingertips, the paper tape twisted out of thin air and eventually hooked Douglas's ankle.

Although it was only a trivial little bit of involvement, although it only took a little force to completely break the paper tape, but this time, Douglas took the initiative to stop for her.

The boy's eyes flashed with surprise, confusion, and hesitation, but after less than a second, they reverted to their original firmness.

"I see, isn't it a dead fish, but a salted fish that is about to die?"

Douglas let out a sigh of relief and stopped Simon, who was about to walk out of the alley.

Douglas: "Simon, today's plan has changed, take her to our safe house by the sea. The boy said as he took off his coat, then thought for a moment, and then turned it over and poured it over the girl, "Remember, don't let anyone see it. ”

Simon: "Uh... Good! I know! ”

Simon, who was innocent by nature, didn't know why Douglas had changed his mind in just a few seconds, but he undoubtedly raised his hands in favor of this decision.

So, Simon picked up the bruised girl, found a path and sneaked out, while on the other side, after watching them leave, Douglas tidied up his lined shirt again, continued to hold the tarpaulin umbrella, and walked out of the alley.

Changing his mind and saving people was only an opportunity, but what Douglas was doing now was the right thing to do about the rations of all his companions, including himself.

In the rain showers, the 10-year-old walked briskly through the complicated alleys, and it was about ten minutes before he put away his umbrella and walked into a dilapidated seafood shop.

With the noise of the wooden door opening and closing, the three adult men who were already seated in the store all cast unpleasant glances at him.

"You're late imp."

Douglas ignored their complaints, shook off his umbrella, tucked it away at his side, and found a seat for himself

Douglas: "Is the boss here?" ”

On the opposite side of the young man, a strong man with a hideous scar on his face sneered a few times, obviously not showing kindness to Douglas.

Scarface: "Little ghost, don't think that every time you make a shot, it's your goods." ”

Douglas: "I'm just in business, it's not up to me to decide who the boss buys, and of course, it's not up to you, Scarface." ”

Scarface: "Really? We'll see. ”

Douglas did not respond to this provocation, and he did not like the wasted effort.

After a few more moments, Haier, the owner of the seafood shop, finally walked in through the back door of the shop.

He wore rubber cargo pants and a waistcoat over it, and looked no different from those sea-catchers who were busy working on the beachhead all day.

But anyone who has been in the West End knows very well that this guy is one of the few powerful people in the slums who can connect with the aristocrats and gangsters in the city.

In addition to those fishy fishing goods, his main business scope is coral, pearls and other valuable and rare objects... The value of these things can only be demonstrated in the affluent areas.

And several fishing bosses, including Douglas and Scarface, are long-term suppliers of Haier.

They are gathered here today to decide which one will provide the goods that will be sent to the city next month.

Haier: "It's all here, then I won't talk nonsense, come on, each take out the sample, there is a big list this month, as long as the condition is good, I will definitely not lose you." ”