I was already burned and confused...... Looking at little Beverly and Orlan Carter carrying her on her back, Beverly sighed: It's normal for doctors to be reluctant to see a doctor. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info If there is a flood of compassion in a place like this, you won't survive at all.

There's nothing to blame, it's too normal.

It was so normal that Beverly didn't have any expression when she saw it, and only sighed in the palm of her hand.

The next scene is that the clinic is constantly changing, and Beverly and Orlancart are denied help again and again. It was repeated six or seven times, and all the doctors drove them away. Until the last time, the old man who opened the door hesitated, but he still couldn't bear to refuse help.

"I'm sorry you can't come in. The old man's expression stiffened a little, and he looked back into the room: "I can't let my son see it." ”

The old man's meaning is obvious, that is, he can't let his family see that he is treating people for free.

He quickly went back to the house, took out a small vial of medicine, and stuffed it to Olankater: "Twice a day, almost one cap each time." Take it, poor boy...... Pay attention to keep her warm, a high fever can easily kill such a young child. ”

Little Beverly had obviously fainted, and Olancart couldn't say a word in excitement, but kept bowing and thanking the old man. The doctor waved his hand and entered the house before the family found out.

Even in the slums, there are people who can't bear to abandon sick children...... It's just that most people have a hard time surviving on their own, and they don't have the heart to help others.

Poor children are everywhere, and they can help them one by one.

Before Beverly's lethargic memories could come back, the scene began to change again.

This time, it was Roma, who was still coming with food, who came into sight first. And Orlancart and little Beverly, who was asleep, were lying in the shack.

Unlike the last time I brought food...... Rohm's legs are now limping.

By the way, I'm kind of impressed...... In Beverly's drowsy memory, some pieces were gradually spliced together.

It seems that after getting the food for the first time, it was Olancart who took care of Beverly and Röm went to get the food.

This went on for several days, and all three of them had enough food to eat, albeit little, to survive.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that Rohm came back covered in blood and dragging a leg, Orlancart was taken aback and hurriedly stood up: "Your leg is ......"

"Something's wrong. Rom's expression was painful: "Don't talk about this, come and eat...... This time I got a sausage. ”

Orlancart was naturally not in the mood to eat first, but still forcibly pulled down Rom's trouser leg to see his leg injury. As soon as Rom's leg was touched, he wailed and screamed uncontrollably.

"Broken leg?" The first time he thought of this kind of thing, Orlancart's face was full of shock: "How did you do it!"

"Fell. Rom's expression was nonchalant.

"How can you fall like this!" Seeing that Rohm had been beaten with a stick on his back, Olancart gritted his teeth in anger: "Who actually beat you like this!"

"Forget it, don't ask. Despite the anguish on his face, Röm insisted on not turning his head: 'Be quiet, don't make a noise to Beverly.' ’

Rohm's temper has always been stubborn. Ocarante silently tried to see Rom's injuries clearly. Thankfully, it wasn't a broken leg, it was just swollen. It seems that the beaters still have some mercy.

Actually, you should have noticed it in the first place. After all, if Rohm really broke his leg, he couldn't come back alone.

"Where did you get all the food these days?" Ocalanta looked at Roma distressedly, covering Beverly's clothes.

"............" Rohm looked away and didn't say anything.

"Stole, right...... It was a beating today. Ocalante sighed, already understanding the source of Roma's food these days.

In fact...... Maybe he saw it a long time ago, but he didn't say anything. After all, Rohm himself insisted that it was someone else's charity, so it was not good to ask again.

Stealing, while not a glorious act here, is not an absolutely wrong one. It's not surprising that people would do such things in order to survive – let alone children.

There's simply no work to be done. No one will give it to you.

Even outside the city, the abuse of poor children as apprentices is enough to make the children of the slums envious.

At least there is food and shelter.

After Olancart exposed himself, Rohm had no choice but to hide it. He admits that he has been stealing things in a desperate way for the past few days. In order not to be easy to be caught, he deliberately changed his position every day to steal.

The first few times it was obviously smooth, but today I finally planted the seedlings. He was caught by his boss stealing a sausage and beaten with a stick.

However, he eventually knocked over the barrel, defeating the boss in a self-defeating manner, and ran into the alley to escape desperately. So at least the sausage was saved.

"......" Olancart heard this, and only silence remained.

The aunts in the orphanage will not tell their children not to steal from an early age.

All they said was that they didn't do it when they could find food in other ways.

And don't target the poor to steal.

...... A very distorted sense of morality? No, just a very normal but emasculated sense of morality.

There is no environment for you to be a good person or a perfect person. Like surviving a breeding ground of lies and deception, hands must be unclean.

It's not about age, it's just basic common sense. What happens to the person who gets stolen? If you think about this kind of thing, you can only stagnate.

And Oulankater's solemn expression also seemed to represent what he was calculating in his heart.

The situation is already quite bad. Orlancart was the only one of the three who could move freely, while Rohm was wounded and his leg was too hard to move because he had been trying too hard to run away.

Little Beverly had a high fever and still hadn't woken up, but she opened her eyes in a daze when she heard food to eat. Orlancart wordlessly fed her food and bitter potions (little Beverly almost threw up), and his expression showed no sadness for an eight-year-old child.

He was trying to face the harsher truth, and finally he was

The next scene changed again, and the one who went out to look for food was replaced by Olancart. And the snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Beverly finally found out...... The oddity of these memory fragments.

They are all clips seen from a third-person perspective.

And not what Beverly saw in the eyes of the person concerned.

It doesn't matter who's watching.

The important thing is that I am re-witnessing those sour memories.

The idea of the abyss is unpredictable.