Chapter Ninety-Five: No Birth**

'Capital...... Capital ......'

Muto was covered in blood and lying on the floor of the bar, surrounded by 13 immobilized ruffians.

'You want to go to the capital?' ’

β€˜β€¦β€¦ Kindness...... I want to go to the capital...... I'm looking for her......'

With that, Muto fell asleep.

Esof crouched down next to Muto, smiled wordlessly, shook his head again, and pulled out a phone call......

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Three months later, when Muto returned from the barracks, he did not see his home again, there was no longer his nostalgia there, he sold the house, leaving only a picture of his mother hidden in his arms. He has 1 week of vacation, he wants to go to the capital to see, he wants to go to her, but in the vast sea of people, can he find it!

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The first time I came to the capital, everything here was very high-end, whether it was high-rise buildings, luxury cars or handsome men and women, he was so temperamental, and the private's outfit he was wearing did not look too rubbed in the crowd.

'Master, go wherever there is the most red light district!' ’

These were the first words Muto said when he first took a taxi. The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, probably he had never seen such a direct passenger, and he was a soldier.

Day 1......

Muto went around every shop in the red-light district, and instead of seeing the person he was looking for, he almost had his pants pulled off by the women.

Day 2......

He went to another 'that one' street and still found nothing.

Day 3...... Day 4...... Day 5......

Day 6......

Muto was desperate, he knew that the odds were very slim, and it was time for him to return to the army. Unable to lift his spirits, Muto ordered a lunch at a shop with his backpack on his back, and he kept looking out while he waited for it. It was 'possible' for her to pass by, and he was afraid that he would miss her in the blink of an eye.

But outside, in addition to cars and pedestrians, there was also a dirty beggar sitting on the edge of the garbage can......

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Max didn't want to go to the capital, but the 'boss' said that the capital was now very 'short of manpower', and 'Mommy' didn't dare to stop him, but came to do the ideological work of their 'daughters'.

In the end, Max still went, and he couldn't go if he didn't go! She is still young now, and if she goes out to break through, she may be lucky and be favored by the rich second generation or the older generation, and she has lived a worry-free life since then.

There were also a few women in the store who went with Max, which made her feel a little competitive pressure, but as soon as she got on the bus and saw the carloads of 'colleagues' being sent away, Max's heart was already half cold, and she seemed to have a premonition that life in the capital would not be very good......

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In fact, Max was also naΓ―ve when she was a child, she had a father and a mother, otherwise she would have jumped out of a stone?

She was indeed very happy and happy at that time, and she had a good life, no worries about food and clothing. Her father was the owner of a small company, and her mother was an elementary school teacher, and her mother was very young and beautiful at that time. But when she was 7 years old, her father became addicted to gambling, and it didn't take long for him to lose everything in the family and go into debt.

One day, her father died on the street, and her mother fainted from crying. Later, there were many people in the family who asked for accounts, and my mother sold all the things in the house, and sold the house, but she still couldn't pay it back. At that time, she didn't know how much money her father had borrowed, she only knew that even if he sold her, she wouldn't be able to pay it back.

Soon after, my mother was forced to do **, hiding in the rental room and crying every night, and Max would shrink into the corner and not dare to move at this time. She wanted to help her mother, but she couldn't, she was afraid to see her mother crying.

Every day Max pretended not to see anything, to hear nothing, that she had lost her former willfulness, that she had lost her former pampering. She started cooking, doing laundry, and cleaning the house, and she hoped that her mother would be in a better mood when she came home, because her mother was her only support.

But soon after, her mother fell ill. She had heard others say that it was a very dirty disease, a disease that could not be cured, and that people who had this disease could only die.

Max was scared, but what else could she do? She could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and smile vigorously to wipe the already dazzling floor, wash her clothes over and over again, and make the food delicate and exquisite.

But my mother's condition deteriorated day by day, and she was finally bedridden soon after, and the debt collectors did not show up.

For the next few days, Max took care of his mother with all his might, she rarely slept, and she stayed by her mother's side. She changed the sheets for her mother that were contaminated with feces and urine, she fed her mother, and she sang the song that her mother sang when she was a child to lull her to sleep.

'Max...... Mommy I'm sorry for you...... Max ......'

On the last night, her mother held her hand and kept saying sorry and calling her name.

The next morning, she found herself lying on the edge of the bed asleep, and she remembered her mother, and she hurriedly raised her head. And at that time, my mother was really asleep, her hand was still holding her, and the pillow was already soaked with tears......

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Kind neighbors held a simple funeral for her mother, or they wanted to bury her mother quickly so that nothing would be tainted. After that, the debt collectors came again......

At the age of 7, Max began a life of **, where she was supported and entertained by some 'big clients'. That's when she learned hypocrisy, learned to lie, and learned how to survive the competition. At this time, Max was doing better, and she seemed to have returned to her old life of worry-free food and clothing.

One year ...... Two years...... Decade...... Twenty years......

Max didn't know how many 'masters' he had changed, but by the time she was 27 years old, Max was 'unemployed'. She was replaced by a more delicate girl, and she was sold to a brothel by 'creditors'.

Every penny Max gets will be taken away, and the ** who don't have a good job will be beaten, and on several occasions Max was beaten all over black and purple, and he couldn't 'pick up customers' for two days. Then she learned to give up her dignity, her soul, or maybe they had already been given up.

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The days in the capital can be said to be even darker, Max's daily life is 'work' and eating and sleeping, and many times she does not get out of bed for a day.

She is like a cow that is stuck in her head and humiliated and constantly pumped, and the 'grass' she eats can't keep up with the 'milk' that is sucked away. Unfortunately, or her end was doomed, she was also 'sick'.

She didn't dare to say, she really didn't dare. She was afraid that she would die in bed like her own mother, so she had been trying to pretend that nothing had happened all this time. Until a 'guest' reacts to 'discomfort' and comes to 'complain'.

The shop immediately began a major inspection, and the outcome naturally followed the course of events, and the thugs kicked her out of the store before they even dared to hit her. Max, who had nothing but clothes on him, left barefoot like a walking corpse.

As the days passed, Max rummaged through the trash cans to find food, which was 'done' by other homeless people. She also does not resist, and sometimes laughs out loud, making passers-by think she is crazy.

Is she crazy? She's not crazy, she wants to be crazy but she can't be crazy, she doesn't know why she's so strong, if others have gone through so much, they might have gone crazy a long time ago, right? And she's just waiting to die now, why isn't she crazy!

Go crazy sooner! Die early! Max lay on the edge of the trash can so that she could find something to eat in it when she was really hungry. But this time, when she searched for the trash can, there was nothing in it.

At this time, she saw a man eating in the small shop opposite, and she was so hungry. She couldn't help herself and walked over, thinking that if she had touched the food, the man would have been disgusted and walked away! Then she can eat it.

Even if she was beaten up, what was that? So Max limped over to the man......

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'Hey...... Hey, hey......'

As Muto was casually eating his lunch, a man who looked like a female beggar limped over and giggled at him, her hand already on his plate.

Her messy hair almost covered her face, the black cloth on her body barely covered her body, her skin was covered in mud and dust, and a strong stench emanated from her body.

Muto wanted to leave quickly, but the owner of the store rushed out. But just as Muto was about to turn his head and leave, he inadvertently saw the female beggar's face, his body stiffened in place, and his eyes enlarged incredibly......

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