Benita struggled to open her mud-soaked eyelids.

The girl propped herself up from the ground with her slender arms, and there was darkness in front of her.

The girl waved her arms in mid-air, trying to grab something to keep her standing.

The cold, hard touch came from the palm of your hand.

The girl did not panic, but took a deep breath, slowly stroked the metal strip in her hand, the rough stone wall, and gradually constructed the shape of the object in front of her in her mind.

A prison cell.

Benita continued to check her body, her clothes had not been changed, her hands were not handcuffed or shackled, and she had not been searched, as if because no one thought that a twelve-year-old girl would carry anything dangerous.

Her last memory was of someone approaching her from behind, and then darkness before her eyes.

Who did it, for what, and was there a chance to escape?

These were three questions that flashed through her mind in a split second.

And one more, on what basis is she?

"Anyone?" asked Benita, her voice trembling.

"Hmph, don't think about escaping, sister, I've been trying for a few days just after I came in, and it's impossible for you to escape, even if you leave the cell, you can't get around those guards. A hoarse and powerful female voice rang out.

Benita looked in the direction in which the voice had appeared, and could see the silhouette of a figure.

Another depressed male voice rang out:

"Heh, people like us, if they disappear, no one will care, what will happen if they die?"

The hoarse female voice sneered:

"You're a piece of crap, but don't compare me to you, I was a man before I came in, and there was no shortage of wine as good women. ”

The down-and-out male voice says:

"Is there anything else worth remembering about you? Naomi, the famous female thief, you arrived a month before me, but after a month, no one continues to talk about your deeds.

"Even the people you help may blame you for not coming back to pay them, and even if they know your situation, they will probably blame yourself for being too careless. ”

The hoarse female voice said indifferently:

"I'm just a thief for thrills, I don't need to be worried about me, I will definitely leave here anyway, maybe you flatter me these days, and I may come back and take you out too. ”

The man chuckled twice, then burst into a violent cough:

"Hahahaha, ahem, newcomer, let me tell you, that guy was as energetic as she is now when she first came, and she didn't believe that this was her grave, but she only escaped from the cell for ten minutes before she was thrown back. ”

Naomi confronted:

"It's better than you don't even have the courage to run away. ”

The man laughed:

"If I run away with you, my throat will be cut by a knife blade. ”

Benita took advantage of the gap between the two to raise a crucial question:

"Where the hell is this, and what are we going to do?"

There was a moment of silence in the air.

The first time Benita spoke too quietly, so they didn't hear the girl's age.

The man asked:

"How old are you?"

Benita replied:

"Twelve. ”

The hoarse female voice said:

"Grass, those bastards. ”

The man adjusted his state of mind, explaining:

"We don't know exactly where this is, but if we were to portray it, it was a garbage dump.

"Filled with guys who disappear and no one cares, little one, it's no surprise that rotten people like us are here, but how did you end up here, your parents?"

Benita replied:

"I don't have parents. ”

There was a little more depression in the hoarse female voice:

"The people who come here, basically no one will have the time and effort to find them after they disappear, and no one will care, and it is estimated that no one will come to the rescue. ”

Benita says:

"But, my sister will worry about me. ”

Naomi asked:

"How's your sister doing with you?"

Benita replied:

"She's going to go crazy looking for me, if she can't find me......"

Benita had already imagined her sister's haggard appearance.

Naomi says:

"It seems that your family doesn't have much power. ”

Benita says:

"Well, both of us live in the slums. ”

The down-and-out male voice says:

"Hey, little girl, let me tell you a story. ”

Benita replied:

"What's the story?"

The man smiled:

"You must have heard the name of the main character, who is a wealthy businessman who has a great reputation in Firth. ”

Benita exclaimed:

"Mr. Wright?"

The man coughed uncontrollably:

"Ahem, who is Wright? I'm a well-known philanthropist and factory owner who loves his employees, Palmer. ”

Benita said hesitantly:

"Palmer? I must have heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it. ”

Hearty feminine laughter rang out:

"Hahaha, Palmer, people haven't heard your name at all, and you're still pretending to be a big guy here. ”

Naomi was laughing, but Naomi was surprised because Palmer hadn't talked to her about her past.

Palmer snorted coldly:

"Don't interrupt, I used to be a wealthy businessman with a beautiful wife, two lovely daughters, and all who knew me admired my generosity and kindness.

"But one day, the good businessman failed, and once there was a problem with funds, and the businessman under his command would not be able to eat, his daughter would not be able to go to school, and his wife would not be able to afford cosmetics.

"At this critical moment, a friend who had been helped by him, and who had been poor before, had spent lavishly, and the merchant wondered where he had gotten so much money.

The friend repeatedly rejected the businessman's inquiry, but in the end he could not resist the other party's pleas, let alone the devil in his heart.

"The two men came to the casino, and the merchant and his friend lost together.

"If you lose money, it won't affect your life, but there will be huge problems in the operation of the factory, and the devil will live in the hearts of businessmen.

"I wanted to turn over the book again and again, regardless of persuasion, I threw my money into the gambling sea, and I took my failed resentment on my relatives and friends around me, the factory closed down, my friends broke up, and my wife divorced.

"By the time the man woke up, it was already too late, he was burdened with huge debts, all the people who had trusted him before were unwilling to help him, and his wife had married someone else with children, a man who had no money but was honest.

It seems that because of pity for him, or because he already knows that he can't squeeze oil and water, the casino does not continue to collect his debts, but he can only drink and get drunk every day.

The wife who once loved him became someone else's woman, the lovely children looked at him with fear, the workers who depended on him did not want to mention him, and the friends who needed to borrow money from him made him unattainable.

"All because he had a friend who was short of money and wanted to cheat him out of fifty pounds. ”

The man stopped talking.

Benita asked:

"What's next?"

The man laughed twice:

"The story is over. ”

Benita asked:

"But the merchant has not been saved, he is obviously a good man. ”

Palmer said meaningfully:

"But that's the reality, no one will be saved. ”