Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 513 Night Visit

Backlund, early morning, East District.

A group of half-grown children gathered at the end of a roadless alley, in a corner piled with wooden slats and boxes. They were wrapped in dirty, stained blankets and leaning on each other, trying to stay warm in this year's exceptionally cold November.

These little guys don't have a place they can call "home". In this cold and depressing winter, they can only rely on their own hands to build shelters.

At least when they stay here, they can avoid the Whir Party's supervision, or in other words, their thugs.

If you can't steal anything, you have to beg. If you don't look pitiful enough, you'll get beaten up and then dragged off to beg. If you can't get something, you'll just rob it. If you can't get it, you're a bastard who is wasting food, and you'll be punished further. .

The thugs responsible for supervising the children are also subject to stricter control, but when they exploit these children, part of the harvest can fall into their pockets.

Therefore, when faced with those boys and girls who cannot provide any property, their disgust is more real. Even if they have nothing to do, they may torture the "useless trash brats" just for fun or vent.

In fact, even if these children are abandoned, they are inherently different from street children - because their fathers or mothers are controlled by the mafia, and children born accidentally are unable to raise them and have no one to raise them. They will kindly help send them to orphanages. After all, value can be squeezed out of these children.

They were still barely alive, partly through good luck and partly through more flexible minds, allowing them to stay in the Whirlpool filter and continue to roam the East Side blindfolded by the law.

Sometimes there will be a few fewer of these children, and sometimes there will be a few more. They will keep silent about this and will not deliberately expose it, but they will not replace the extra ones when the thugs search. Waif covers.

Tonight was an equally ordinary night for them. The makeshift shelter could protect them from the wind, but it couldn't really keep them warm.

When footsteps came from the alley, the oldest boy immediately opened his eyes.

Because he was sleeping on the outermost side, he rolled over and climbed out of the board, looking warily in the direction blocked by the abandoned crates, which was connected to the outside street.

There were no lights in the alley, and the boy could only vaguely see the other person's height, which was shorter than his own. Even when he saw that the figure looked like a child, the boy did not let down his guard.

He touched the knife hidden in his waist pocket, walked a few steps forward, and deliberately kicked the empty wine bottle placed by the entrance, letting the sudden sound wake up the other children.

Another black-haired boy emerged from inside, holding an iron rod tightly in his hand. He exchanged a look with the boy, and the two of them lurked behind the box.

"Rex, Jayne, long time no see."

When he heard that voice, the black-haired boy Jayne was startled, then smiled and was about to run out, but Rex, who was a few years older, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back violently.

"It's no one else, that voice is Rabbit! That bastard didn't die on the ship. He said he wanted to leave Backlund -"

"Shut up!" Rex said coldly, still holding the knife in his hand warily. He had long been accustomed to being wary of anyone, so he could naturally tell that the boy's tone was very unfamiliar.

At least the rabbit would never talk to them in that tone. Even if he said hello with a smile, it should not be distant and arrogant.

However, when he saw the person coming from the corner, Rex pursed his lips tightly again. Jayne, who had just stood up from the ground, also showed hesitation. It was really difficult for him to distinguish the person who was wearing a black short formal suit. The boy is connected with the good friend in his memory.

Although the appearance is exactly the same, the temperament of the body is completely different, just like...

It was as if someone had replaced the rabbit.

And the pretender didn't even have any intention of hiding himself. He just stood in front of them and almost told them "I'm a fake."

After Jayne had such a thought in his mind, he couldn't help but shudder, and quickly took two steps back: "You, are you a rabbit?"

The brown-haired boy twisted the crystal lens in front of his right eye and clasped it tighter: "Yes, I've been back to Backlund for a while. But I've been busy with other things and haven't been able to come back to fight with you. I'm so sorry to say hello."

When he said this, he took a step forward, and ended up facing the tip of the knife that Rex raised.

Rex looked gloomy: "Don't come here, who are you? We have nothing to do with you!"

"Yes, yes! You are not a rabbit, we don't know you!" Jayne also echoed.

The brown-haired boy stopped where he was, looking at the two children with strange eyes: "It's strange, is it because he was disturbed? Or is it because of her..."

He cut off his soliloquy midway and gave the two of them a gentle and polite smile: "Of course we have some relationship."

"Rabbit" took out a gold ring set with precious stones from his arms, dangled it in the night, and then put it on his thumb openly:

"I think you're familiar with this thing, Rex. Those goons have been working for the owner of this ring, and as you can see, it's mine now."

"You're just a kid. I don't think they would believe a... thief."

Hearing this rebuttal, "Rabbit" laughed softly, his face darkened in the shadows, but Rex could barely see clearly as he moved his fingers to show off the ring.

"To be honest, they don't care so much who the owner of the ring is. As long as they know the fear is enough. In their eyes, I am the owner of this ring. Do you have any other questions?"

Rex's brows furrowed even more tightly. He didn't speak, but showed distrust on his face. But Jayne hesitated and looked at Rex: "Isn't this... a little strange?"

"Rabbit" snorted softly. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't parasitize now and there were some things to investigate, he wouldn't have come here like this to reminisce with these rabbit friends:

"Oh, by the way, in case you can't see clearly enough, should you light a lamp?"

"It's a good suggestion."

A female voice with the same smile sounded behind the "boy", a hand gently placed on his shoulder, and brought the boy with a stagnant smile to his side.

A soft light fell in the darkness. At first Jayne and Rex thought it was some kind of glowing flying insect, but when their bodies were penetrated by light spots, they immediately realized that it was something they had never seen before.

A soft warmth spread from his body, Jayne's eyes gradually opened wide, and he felt a strong sense of familiarity. However, before they could react, all the light flew back to the lady.

Her eyes, surrounded by light, were gentle and calm. When she looked back at them, there was always a little bit of unspeakable sadness.

Jayne stammered and wanted to say something, but all the light suddenly went out, and the lady's figure disappeared from the place together with the "rabbit".

The two boys stood stunned for a moment.

Rex blinked, feeling goosebumps blown by a gust of cold wind. He looked around a few times and asked Jayne blankly: "Did something just happen?"

"What?"

"Why are we standing here?"

"I don't know, I don't remember." Jayne scratched his head, "Maybe it's the same as the past few days. Did you hear any stray wild cats again?"

After the two of them waited for a while, Jayne yawned: "It seems like nothing happened, I'll go back to sleep."

Rex glanced at the entrance to the alley and held up the warning bottle: "Strange..." (End of Chapter)

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