I played the world alone

Chapter 122 The Mouse That Can Talk Human
"Damn robber!"

Little Anthony couldn't help but cursed angrily.

A bastard who only dares to bully the small with the big.

But until now, no matter how much he scolded him, it was useless. He had to think carefully about how he could get through tonight.

But unfortunately, when he was waiting shivering in his small room, he heard the rude opening of the door.

And the pungent strong smell of alcohol that follows.

"That man is drinking again!"

Anthony suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, a man's impatient roar soon came from downstairs. Anyone who dares to count to three and fails to come down will definitely be beaten tonight.

It's time to pay every day again.

Trembling, he walked carefully downstairs.

But as expected, when he said that his money was robbed by those two big boys, the two immediately said that he was sophistry.

The man didn't seem to want to listen to his excuse at all, so he slapped him to the ground.

After a fat beating, he was locked in the familiar basement in pain all over his body.

As the wooden board above the head was closed and locked with a click, the place quickly became quiet.

The drunken noises of the men outside were all separated by this board, leaving him alone in his quiet little world.

It was dark and damp, because there were no candles and the ground could not be seen, but the "squeak" of mice and the crawling of many-legged insects could still be heard faintly in the corner.

He had long been used to it, so he limped to the corner and sat down on a pile of wooden boards, carefully stroking the bruise on his arm.

Not surprisingly, this should be where he spent the night tonight.

But thinking of this, I saved a few pounds, and it doesn't feel like it hurts so much.

"Even if you are beaten up, you must never use the small treasury."

That was his only hope of escaping here!
But at this time.

He suddenly felt as if something was climbing up from his feet.

Looking down, he saw a black mouse the size of a palm squatting and quibbling, with a pair of round eyes staring straight at him!
"what!"

Even though he was used to it, he was still taken aback at this moment. He stood up abruptly, but his legs were still cramping, and he suddenly fell back and fell on his buttocks.

"hiss!"

He suddenly took a deep breath in pain.

But what frightened him even more was that instead of being scared away by the noise, the big black mouse stood up on its hind legs in a very humane manner, and let out a shrill laugh.

"Hee hee hee!"

The laughter echoed in this small environment, instantly making people creepy!
"Little guy, do you want to go out?"

Anthony shrank back subconsciously, even more frightened than when he was beaten by the man just now, trembling and questioning loudly, trying to strengthen his courage, or perhaps trying to scare the mouse away: "You... What kind of monster are you! Why can you speak human language!"

He had never seen a talking animal other than a parrot!

"Hey...me? What do you think I am?" The mouse rolled its eyes, and instead of being afraid at all, it took two steps towards him.

A mouse can stand, talk and walk like a human, obviously it looks so funny, like an acrobat in a circus, but at this moment he can't laugh at all, his small face is as stiff as bark.

Some of the stories that the old vicar from the next block had told him came to mind.

"you……"

"You are the devil in hell! You will deceive people, eat people's hearts and livers, and capture their souls to torture them!"

"Hee hee hee! Little guy, you have a really good imagination."

But the mouse started laughing again: "I'm not a dirty thing like a devil, and I'm even more omnipotent than them. For example, now I can help you get out, and I can also help you teach those bad guys who bully you a lesson!"

Anthony shook his head vigorously.

"No. The pastor said that you must never make a deal with the devil! At worst, I'll just stay here for one night, and I can go out tomorrow."

He can still tell which is more important, sleeping this night or dying.

The mouse didn't seem to force it either, and its eyeballs rolled again.

"It's okay, you can call me by my name when you change your mind, Rice. Please believe me, I can give you a good deal."

Anthony turned his head, without looking at it, and covered his ears by the way, not wanting to listen to the devil's bewitching.

By the way, I kept silently reading the contents of the Bible that I accidentally wrote down before.

Although there are only a few sentences, and I can only read them back and forth, but the comfort in my heart should be enough.

After a while, he suddenly heard a light knocking sound from the top of his head, which immediately cheered him up. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly remembered the devil mouse.

He quickly lowered his head to look, but he didn't see any shadow.

I felt that the devil must have felt that I was strong-willed and I still remembered the Bible, so I gave up and left.

He tiptoed happily, and knocked on the wooden cover too.

Sure enough, there was a gentle girl's voice that was deliberately lowered.

"You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Little Anthony complained a bit: "Sister Serena, it's all the fault of those two robbers. They stole my money again!"

"Understood... so you have to eat more, raise yourself bigger, so that they can't beat you!"

Sister Serena's voice was still so gentle.

She was three years older than herself, one of the men's adopted children, and she had beautiful pale blond hair.

And the key is that she has a very good personality, and she is the only good person among the few children who will not bully herself, and even take the initiative to take care of herself.

At such times, she would sneak something from the kitchen to feed him, so that at least he wouldn't have to be hungry all night.

This time is no exception.

Because the lock of the wooden board is only locked in the middle, and the age is still aging, a palm-wide gap can be opened slightly from both sides, and food can be stuffed in from here.

This time it was a dry loaf of brown bread.

As soon as he got it, Anthony swallowed his saliva and took a hard bite.

There is still a bit of temperature on it, which is probably brought out by my sister who hid it in her arms.

After all, that man is very strict, if found out, maybe my sister will be beaten too.

"Delicious! Thank you sister!"

"Be careful next time." Serena whispered, lifting the hem of her skirt, and looked back at the dripping door. "He got the money and went out to drink again. He may come back later. I'll go back first, and I'll find a chance to release you tomorrow."

Anthony nodded vigorously, but unfortunately the other party couldn't see it.

From below, he could only hear her footsteps gradually walking away, walking upstairs along the creaking wooden stairs.

After filling his stomach, he sat back on the wooden plank, leaning against the wall, his exhaustion quickly surged up, and he gradually fell into sleep.

until midnight.

A scream woke him up.

(End of this chapter)