Another World: My life is on the rise!

ps: I was confused because of the fever yesterday...

The memory of this scene also ended with the heavy closure of the iron door.

The surroundings fell into the darkness of the subconscious again.

Only Lin En stood there for a long time.

Because he never thought that his doll lady would have such an experience before falling. She had a congenital mental disorder and was abandoned by her mother when she was very young. Is this the beginning of the whole life of the doll lady?

If so, what happened later?

Why was she eventually transformed into a doll, and what about the scars he saw on the girl's body?

And if it was a congenital disorder, how could the cognition of "living means suffering" be born...

Lin En frowned.

He did not hesitate.

Once again rushed into the darkness, looking for the light of the new memory.

Many memories are not continuous. In this subconscious undercurrent, they are surging and fragmented, but they can still be preserved here until now, which is enough to show that these memories are deeply remembered by Miss Doll, and even the curse cannot completely erase them.

"Found it!"

Once again.

In the dark abyss, Lin En saw the several entangled light spots.

Without any hesitation.

Lin En once again took a head into it, trying to pursue Miss Doll's past in this abyss.

In an instant.

The picture in front of him spread out like ripples in the water, and then gradually took shape bit by bit. When Lin En opened his eyes, he no longer saw the busy street just now, but a cellar that never saw the sun.

The damp and dark stone slabs were dripping with water, and under his feet were wet and smelly straw mats. In the darkness, the squeaking of mice could be vaguely heard.

"It's time to eat!"

A voice without any emotion came from a hole in the iron fence above the cellar.

With a click.

The small hole was opened, and the light illuminated the narrow and damp cellar. The only light could vaguely see a dozen dirty children crowded in the deep cellar.

Then.

A barrel of sticky food with a disgusting smell after fermentation was lowered by the man outside with a rope.

As soon as it landed.

The dozen children rushed forward like hungry livestock, pushing and shouting, fighting, eagerly fighting for the disgusting food from the barrel, stuffing it into their mouths, as if even such food was a rare delicacy in this dark underground.

Those strong and older children could obviously win more nutrition in such a fight for food.

And those disabled and thin children could only pick up the insignificant leftovers.

But the amount of supplies was insufficient.

So every day there were children dying here, and many of them were not found until the next day after death, and at that time, only the bones were left.

"Eat."

In the dark corner.

A hand covered with scars reached out, holding the sticky food that had been fought for from the barrel, and whispered to her.

The little girl opened her eyes, hugged the obviously damaged doll tightly, and looked at the food handed to her.

"A little girl like you who can't speak will die the fastest here."

The voice came from the direction of the hand in the dark.

"If you don't go and find food, you will soon get sick and become unable to move. Even if you are not beaten to death by the people outside, you will be eaten by the people here. Do you want to be eaten? I have eaten him. He is my first friend here. He had one hand broken during the day and died beside me at night. I was so hungry that I ate a little of him."

"You are my second friend here, so you'd better not die. If you die, I will eat you too."

The voice was very crisp, as if all this was taken for granted.

And in this dark and depressing environment, such a crisp voice is almost rare.

Her stomach growled.

The child in the dark smiled.

She finally couldn't help but stretch out her little hand, grabbed a little from her hand, put it in her mouth, lowered her head, and tried to chew and swallow.

The eyes in the dark fell on the doll in her arms.

Then subconsciously.

It seemed that he wanted to reach out and touch it.

But the little girl hugged the doll tighter almost reflexively, curled up in the corner, her eyes were empty, but she was still protecting the doll in her arms, the doll, as if instinctively.

"Don't worry, I won't steal your things, I'm just a little curious, why do you hold the doll, is it really important to you?"

The voice asked curiously.

But she didn't answer, just lowered her head and didn't move.

"But you were still very powerful yesterday. I thought you were stupid and didn't react to anything. It seems not to be the case. When that guy sneak attacked me, your bite hurt him to death. His hand was useless. , he will probably be thrown into the sea to feed the fish tomorrow, if he doesn’t die tonight.”

On the other side of the cellar, a boy with a ulcerated wrist looked at them bitterly, but he did not dare to approach.

The figure leaned next to her.

She looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, and had been beaten much more than that girl. Her face and arms were covered with whip marks, and she had dirty short hair, but her face had the same look as the cellar. The depressing environment is completely different from the overflowing expression.

"My name is Shirley. I'm the oldest here. I can still eat even if there's nothing left, so I'm stronger than all of them."

"From now on, you will be my little follower, and I promise that no one will bully you here."

"Of course, most of the time they are too hungry to bully."

This is an underground factory near the port.

Before the Child Labor Restraint Act was enacted, this underground factory had been employing child labor for a long time. After the Act was enacted, everything went underground.

Steam, chimneys, coal, gears, the operation of large machinery.

The entire class is also very clearly divided in this factory. The upper class is the contract workers with employment contracts. They have basic security and wages. They have also fought for the reduction of working hours to twelve hours a day during multiple strikes by the union. hours of benefits.

The next level down are workers without employment contracts. They are not protected by the Labor Act and have to work more than sixteen hours a day.

And at the bottom.

They are those slaves who were resold to factories for various reasons. Although slavery was abolished a few years ago, due to inertia, many places still maintain the tradition of using slaves.

And they.

It can't even be called child labor. They are just a group of children who were trafficked here and belong to the lower class even among slaves.

During the day, most of them would be stuffed into the gaps between the large gears of the machine tools that had been in disrepair for a long time underground. Because of their small stature, only children like them could do the job. They were required to operate the large machinery at high temperatures. Continuously clean various impurities generated during the operation of the machinery, or lubricate some important bearings and gears.

In a huge old factory that is constantly in operation.

At least dozens of children like them are needed every day to keep the gears maintained and running.

Because compared to children like them who can consume in batches with just a few change, the funds and costs required for a large-scale renovation and maintenance of the entire factory's machinery and structure cannot be confused at all.

after all.

In this era, human life is the least valuable thing.

Poof——

"Caught!"

Along with the squeaking sound, the huge mouse was nailed directly to the door of the mouse hole with a rusty iron piece.

The figure skillfully and quickly pinched the mouse's mouth and nose, and soon the mouse stopped moving due to suffocation. She quickly cut and deboned the mouse with the piece of iron, her face With that overflowing expression, he whispered:

"See? If you can learn this, your chances of survival will also be greater. These rat holes are in all directions, and they live better than us. They eat what the foremen eat, and we eat They, look at this one, how fat it is."

She deftly cuts off a piece of rat meat.

Put it in your mouth and chew hard.

"Don't eat this. Many children will get sick the next day after eating this. If they get sick, they will be thrown into the sea. Just eat what's in the bucket. Although it's hard to eat, at least you won't die."

She is experienced, optimistic, strong, laughs, and is like a mother, even though she is only twelve years old.