There are not many people in the cage, but more than a dozen mouths dare not make a sound, in Mike's eyes they are all like mute, for three days in a row, more than a dozen people living together have not made a single sound, over time Mike found that they are not mute, more like statues.

The caretaker of the cage is the "carver", and only in his hands will these "statues" barely answer. However, in the eyes of the guards, Mike is the only "dumb", no matter how vicious you are and how you scold, you can't hear a single sound from this child's mouth.

The gentle woman hadn't been there for three days, and Mike found himself looking forward to seeing her.

Over the next few days, the children in the same cage as Mike began to be taken away one after another, and he didn't know where the guards would take them, but every child who was called was panicked but extremely obedient.

Mike didn't even know the names of the children.

They were all given numbers. From the moment he came in, he was stripped of his name that would have been with him for the rest of his life, and here Mike got a new "name", his name was Eight, and from under that red-hot soldering iron, Mike got a blood-red "8" on his back.

Perhaps it was because the guards treated themselves as mutes that he had not been taken away until now, and Mike, who was huddled in a corner, thought so, and he decided to carry it out because he had to "live well".

The cage was opened, and the woman came, with the same reassuring smile as the last time.

"Long time no see, kid...... Number eight. ”

The woman called out the awkward number, which was the rule, but what she didn't expect was that a salutation would have a lot of influence.

The anticipation in his eyes vanished, and Mike felt that he needed to live more secluded and quieter.

The woman sat next to Mike, the huge space seemed empty, in just a few days, successively traded, only Mike was left here, the woman suddenly felt a little lost, she smiled miserably, what qualifications do you have to think so?

The guards outside were warning the woman with their eyes, which immediately reminded her of her purpose this time.

Woman: "Hey Eight, can we have a chat?" you can call me...... Jasmine. ”

At this time, I should have been fighting with my mother in the fields, sometimes helping my father with farm work, and I had an extraordinary sense of happiness in ordinary days. After touching a handful of sweat, when he looked up, he could always see his father's spine bending over to plow, and every time Mike would wait, wait for his father to straighten up and look at his side, and then show a relieved smile, and then turn around, it was his mother who beckoned the father and son with herbal tea to take a break.

This should be his own life, the life that McBen owns.

His mind was full of scenes between the three of them, and he didn't listen to everything Jasmine said, and he didn't need to listen, it was for "Eight", not the person named Mike, and not the Mike from Greyland Village.

Jasmine tried a lot of things, trying to create a topic, suitable words that could be suitable for the child and at the same time soothing, but the child's defense was too strong. He did not make them cry and cry for their return home with just a few words, as the children who had just arrived in the land before, nor did he pretend to be fierce and refuse to cooperate like other children. The child was simply quiet, so quiet that he didn't resist or accept, which made Jasmine not know how to induce.

She suddenly felt a little distressed, such a quiet and well-behaved child should be a very good child outside, right? Jasmine put her hand on top of Mike's head, just like the first time they met, and hummed a tune softly.

The soft melody brought Michael's mind back to the cage, and the large hand above his head reminded him of his mother, not the mother in his memory, but the mother who remained in the woods.

I don't know if my mother is home now.

I don't know if my mother is looking for herself.

I don't know if I'm a good child in my mother's mouth now.

I don't know if I'm living a good life now.

Mike misses his mother a lot.

Jasmine found that the boy gave a little reaction, very subtle but with great loneliness and suppressed sadness, this is only a child who is not yet ten years old.

The woman suddenly realized that she had not had such a thought for a long time, and the master's order made it natural for the woman to come to the cage to appease the emotions of the slave children, listen to them, brush away their tears, and then pull out the past that they had originally engraved on their bodies under the gentle words, and induce them to enter a new life, a new slave life.

It's just a job, Jasmine, a simple job for you.

......

Oh my God, Jasmine, you've always made it your job to destroy other people's lives.

The woman stopped, covering her mouth to prevent the guilt from coming out of her mouth. Forgetting today will be forgotten tomorrow, isn't this what she has always done? No, she is even more excessive, she only needs to step out of this cage, and the next moment the woman will tear off the mask of kindness that she still had on her face the previous moment, and she will throw the disgusting mask on the ground, smash it with her foot, spit a few mouthfuls of spit, and then clean up herself obediently and go to the master's office to meet all the requirements of the master.

Jasmine, you make people feel disgusting, you don't deserve such a clean name!

The woman stood up abruptly, trying to get out of the cage, she couldn't stand herself in this space anymore.

"Hey, woman, what are you doing, didn't you want to see this kid......"

The perverse woman did not answer the guard's question. Dare to ignore my questioning, the guards outside the cage cursed loudly, all kinds of filthy and lowly words hung on the woman, and vowed to make the other party look good next time.

"Look at it! Stinky boys, fuck, they're all filthy slaves!"

The guard poured his anger at Mike, who was looking at him, as if a small gesture had caused him a great offense.

Mike was expressionless and buried his head again.

......

...

Jasmine, who thought she would never see her again, came again the next day, and the guards who shouted yesterday to teach Jasmine a lesson did not fulfill his words, because Doliva was also present.

Doliva: "You mean the kid is a mute?"

Jasmine: "Yes, master. ”

Doliva: "Born?"

Jasmine shook her head: "No, my master, it's likely that he suffered a transient aphasia caused by a major stimulus, if you are willing to take the time, I think I can help him regain his ability to speak." ”

Doliva: "You'd better be able to do it, or you won't have to stay here any longer, I don't need useless slaves in my castle, understand?"

Jasmine bowed her head and bowed respectfully.

Doliva didn't stay long before leaving, and today he was busy with a nobleman, and Doliva had to carefully select a batch of slaves for him to buy.

Doliva's departure allowed the guard to regain his original momentum, and he said viciously, "Damned slave, you have to pay for the disrespect you gave me yesterday!"

Jasmine bowed and said, "I'm very sorry Lord Guard, if I can calm your anger, I am willing to do everything for you, but I hope this will not affect my relationship with this child, after all, you don't want your master to be angry, do you?"

The guard's momentum stagnated, his eyes rolled, and after much consideration, he finally gritted his teeth and walked away with a sound of abuse.

Jasmine secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she had prepared for the worst, and the only thing she had that could calm the other party's anger was probably this young body. Jasmine laughed to herself, she seemed to belong to her master, Doliva, but she had no doubt that if any of Doliva's men had the courage to speak, it could be any man here who rode on her at night.

Fortunately, no one spoke, because no one dared.

"Hey kid, we're meeting again. ”

Jasmine sat down next to Mike and began to talk about strange things. The vast sea, the thirsty desert, the steep Gobi, the clear sky, the cascading waterfalls, and the flowery gardens.

From things to people.

Bunker, who always likes to play tricks on others, Encore who has a loud voice, Finn who is hospitable, and Bichier who works hard.

Jasmine is talking about scenes that Mike has never seen before, and she is talking about kind and kind people, which is a topic that Mike likes.

Listening to him, he noticed that there were water droplets in Jasmine's eyes as he laughed and narrated, and Mike suddenly felt that this might not only be a scene in the world, not only ordinary people, but everything that added up might be a story that only belongs to Jasmine.

Mike lowered his head, trembled and stretched out his small hand, and gently shook the other's hand.

The trembling little hand made Jasmine smile, how weak and gentle, she put the little hand to her face, feeling the faint but extremely warm touch.

The boy felt cold, sad tears on the back of his hand.