That night, it rained in the town.

At first, it was only a drop or two, and it could not even alarm a single dust on the ground, but as the wind roared, the cold raindrops slammed into the people like small steel balls shot from shotguns, and the townspeople had to put down the half-way festivities and run back to their warm homes.

The rain either didn't come or it went on and on, two days passed, day and night were still the same, the sky was always overcast, the rain pouring down from the clouds was as abundant and dense as the sun had been two days ago, the elders of the town began to take the young men to help the families who were unfortunate enough to be in the low-lying areas and were flooded, the valuable furniture was moved to the second or top floors that were not affected by the water, and their children and the elderly were arranged to live with neighbors and friends with idle rooms.

"Let's get ready." One of them said to Mrs. Alain, "Your guests may move, the people of town need rooms." He sat down on the chair in front of the counter and squeaked it, then took turns lifting one leg and taking off his boots, which were stained with mud and leaves, and the socks inside were completely unrecognizable, and he twisted his toes, and the blue-black water flowed down like tears: "How are they?" Still stable? ”

"That's not it anyway." Mrs. Alain brought a tray of steaming coffee, to which he cheered: "When are they coming to take people away?" "Because of the last incident, Mrs. Alain is not very worried about the foreign woman now—who knows if she has noticed something. It had been raining for the past two days, and Mrs. Alain, who had little business on the rainy day, had half-forced her to rest in the attic, and from time to time she would go up to see or bring some oatmeal or omelette with deer fungus—the reddish-brown mushroom in the shape of the sulcus of the human brain tasted good, but if it was not cleaned, it would cause diarrhea and coma. Sure enough, for a whole day, the young women could only wander between the bathroom and the bedroom, their pretty faces made miserable from the previous beatings and dehydration.

"Just these two days." The older man snorted and drank hot coffee: "You can take a few people and take her to the barn or the cellar first." ”

"I don't have a barn. The cellar is full of dozens of decades-old bottles. ”

"I have." A ghostly young man shouted, "I could watch her all night long." His words made the men laugh out loud, and they half-truthfully demanded that they too have this power, including a big boy who was only fifteen years old.

"I hope they can hurry, it's not the same thing." Mrs. Alain muttered, "A scourge." She was displeased at the thought of Catherine's round, firm snow-white cheeks, her soft and smooth skin like a velvety peach, her golden fleece-like hair, and her ruby red lips. She slammed away her cups, slamming them into each other.

"Don't be stupid." The elder glanced majestically at the group of young people who were bluffing: "Neither of you nor I can worry, I'll let Jem from the café take care of this, he has a nice cellar (the men booed and protested dissatisfied) and you can go for coffee if you need it (the protest is quiet). Don't go too far, bear with it," he sternly warned, "don't blind her eyes, don't touch her tongue or ears, and don't leave holes in her body." You know, if all goes well, we'll be given a sum of money to build a new church, modeled after the new church of the Jesuits in Rome. His face glowed holy: "We may be able to get a holy relic from Rome." ”

Mrs. Alain's condensed cold face vanished, but for a moment she took on a soft, sweet side like a toffee melted in the sun: "A new church," she cried softly in a hymn tone, and excitedly drew a cross on her breast: "built of white marble, with a new bell tower and a new bell!" ”

"That's right," the elder affirmed, "So, whoever dares to ruin this deal will get out of this town!" He was pleased to see the young men bow their heads in awe in obedience.

Of course, it was safest to put the woman and the child directly in the only cell in town; But in this case...... First, although they knew that the woman was a fugitive, they did not know her charges, which would make the people in the town feel a little uncomfortable; Second, who is going to deal with the evil fire of these boys, they have been tired for so many days, and they need to relax. Anyway, those people never mind the slight defect of the "goods", and it can also be said to be a way to "punish" rebellion.

Oh, and he'd be interested in going to Jem's to "have some coffee" if his wife could go to bed a little earlier.

At this time, they heard a scream.

The shop, filled with obscene delusions and pious desires, suddenly fell silent, and the people held their breath.

Another scream pierced through the heavy rain curtain, one after the other, in a rhythm of 3/4 beats throughout, one farther and more poignant than the other.

"It's all right," murmured somebody, "it's a monkey screaming." ”

***

The monkey is screaming.

Sergeant Abel took out a silver lighter from his pocket and lit a rich flue-cured cigarette, he had smoked a little too much in the past two days, but only in this way could he get rid of the odious smell that could not be removed.

The circus tents had not been torn down, but the townspeople had added a protective net of planks and iron bars to the fence, and the tigers that had attacked and devoured their original owners walked around the fence, their yellow-black striped fur shimmering like silk in the dim light, barely showing any signs of previous burns, their eyes shining like the blood red of fine pigeons, and their long tongues sticking out continuously, pink and hooked.

Human flesh seems to be more palatable to their liking than cow or sheep meat.

The monkeys were screaming, their fur was not as clean as that of the tigers, their beaded vests were covered with tissue and blood, and their tangled fur arms were clinging to the railing of the cage, shaking desperately, framing and annoying...... Curly dogs whirled under their tails and whined faintly, and the sheriff wasn't sure if they were hungry or something else.

The circus men were sentenced to death, while the animals survived, for an elephant or tiger could be sold for more than a thousand, a monkey was worth two hundred, and trained camels, zebras, and dogs added up to a great deal of money, and they could neither speak nor avenge their former masters anyway.

For the sake of economy and convenience, the animals were herded together (monkeys and curly dogs were kept in cages, elephants and zebras, camels were chained to fences), and the corpses of the condemned prisoners were used as feed for the animals by the townspeople, first tigers, then dogs, monkeys, and finally hungry camels, zebras, and elephants.

That is, after two or three meals, there is nothing left of the corpses of eight people, and the effort of burial and care is also saved.

The cigarette shimmered a dark red glow in front of the sheriff's nose, like the eyes of the animals. The sheriff once read in a book that it was said that the eyes of humans who ate the same kind would turn red, but as far as he could see now, the eyes of animals that ate humans would also turn red.

Dozens of red eyes shone in the dark tent.

The monkeys continued to scream, and the sheriff walked away.

Screaming screaming screaming.

Suddenly, a monkey stopped screaming, and it floated like a golden leaf down to the left corner of the cage - a puddle of fat and blood was piled up there, and it stretched out its furry arms, poked out its fingers, and rummaged through the pile of clothes like a fussy woman picking through the large intestines, and soon, with a slight metal crash, a bunch of keys slipped out, with half a finger on the key ring. The monkey blinked, ate his finger, and then single-mindedly searched for the key.

The monkey can remember how humans do it - a medium-sized key with a small green plastic monkey attached to it to enhance human memory, it grasps the back of the key, stretches out its arm through the gap in the cage, and its black, sharp fingernails fumble around the edge of the cage quickly, and it doesn't take long to find the lock, and then it is much simpler, it pokes the lock open with the key, and then opens the cage door.

One by one, the monkeys crawled out of their cages, first feeling the much wider space than their previous dwellings, and then screaming and jumping onto the auditorium and the fence.

The tiger roared menacingly, and the monkeys had quickly climbed to the top of the fence, where there was a protective board, and the nails protruded from the gaps in the boards, and one of the monkeys touched it, squeaking and retracting its hand as if there was electricity or fire on it.

The top plate was so tightly sealed that the monkeys dangled on it in vain for a while, and then jumped down one by one, jumping on the back of the elephant, scratching their ears and cheeks, or grooming the other monkeys. Zebras and camels, isolated on the other side, were in a restless commotion, and a monkey scurried in among them, and it happily wandered about, soon discovering another cage.

The cages attached to the fence were originally intended for tigers, and at the beginning of the show, they could go directly from the cage to the performance arena, and at the end of the show, they went straight back to the cage, and then were dragged away one by one.

The monkey, having already mastered the trick, did not hesitate to open the cage.

The tiger, which had been lying on its stomach all along, immediately stood up.

The monkey screamed, sharper and more terrible than any before, dropped the key, grabbed the hanging tail, and climbed onto the back of the nearest elephant.

The largest and smartest tiger approached the cage, sniffed, cautiously poked out part of its body, then part of it, and when the tip of its tail disappeared into the mouth of the black hole, the second tiger followed.

The third, fourth...... They flicked their tails and marched lightly through the darkness—and then came to a halt, and the tigress at the head raised her head alertly, dilated her nostrils, pulled back the muscles of her jaws, and smiled at her snow-white teeth.

The screams of monkeys and dogs have disappeared, and elephants and zebras have stopped squiezing and stomping—animals have the ability to do so, especially in the dark of night, when every piece of skin, every muscle, every hair, every cell can take the place of their ears and eyes, and they are sensed by the flow of their own blood that danger is approaching.

A pair of human feet appeared in the aisle of the auditorium, wrapped in black, finely textured calfskin boots, light gray trousers neatly folded in the shafts, and a British-made firing pistol inserted deep between them.

All three of the above are not stained with even a shred of dirt.

(To be continued)

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