Pure White Core

"Father, Township Chief Liu and Priest Kang are here!" A young woman's joyful voice came from the aisle outside the air-raid shelter: "We just didn't want enough, so we caught a few more in the afternoon, just in case something timid would affect your old man." It works."

"Oh, you've got your heart, it's actually not a problem, as long as you are sincere, one more and one less, the gods and gods will be magnanimous." The middle-aged man spoke broken Mandarin intermittently, and he was probably the priest Kang in other people's mouths.

"How about it, how many people are still in Niuquan Tangzhuang?" Another middle-aged man's voice sounded: "Everything is delayed and I can't catch up, nothing will happen!"

"It is said that we will come over tomorrow, and some families are still objecting, why don't we wait?"

"Hey township chief, don't be angry, it's not easy for the folks, this is a good thing, good things are so difficult!"

"Cough! That is to say, Priest Kang has a big belly. Didn't you make one at noon and still have half left? Break it up later, wrap it up and ask someone to help you take it back to Niuquan Tang, let them eat first, not tomorrow Dare to delay important matters!"

"..."

The sound of blunt knives chopping bones echoed in the low air-raid shelter. I was locked in a small cage with no food or water, and no one would handle the toilet. The smell of feces, urine and stench filled every strand of air. His nose could no longer distinguish the rust-like smell of blood in the air.

"Ah! Mom! Mom! Mom!!!" A child was dragged out of the cage crying and screaming, and the terrified cries and screams of other cages came one after another. The tragedy and despair can't be described in any words, they are like sharp knives stabbing in my mind, but those people are indifferent.

After the cries of struggling and the tearing of clothes, there was a broken scream. The cries in the cage almost shook the sky, the stench of internal organs, the sound of dripping water, and the shouting and cursing of adults beating the cage with iron bars. The sounds are intertwined, turning into an absurd music in the underworld.

The internal organs smashed into the scrap metal bucket and made a wet sound, and tall and short people spontaneously lined up beside the shelf in the corner.

dinner's ready……

Not being able to stretch my arms and legs gave me so much pain in my lower back and joints that I could only move slightly at intervals to ease the sharper pain.Like the silent children around me, I am also very quiet, just like when I was locked in this small cage for the first time a long, long time ago, I was able to ignore everything around me because I was purely supported by the will to survive. Even now, I don’t have the courage To try to think about the minds of these people chomping on hot hunks of meat.

I have seen many bleak scenes since I grew up, and even in what everyone calls "the end of the world", I am not scared out of my wits anymore.I still remember that the "other half" at that time was always disgusted because I was calm and indifferent, and even called me "perverted" and "cold-blooded" during the dispute, but I didn't feel embarrassed. In my nightmare, Your so-called fear is so cute it hurts.

It seems that the stagnant time and the single sound make me very tired, but I can't fall asleep, because I don't know how long I will sleep at a time, and I don't know if I will miss my only chance to survive in my sleep.

"Ding ding ding." There was a small metallic sound, and I raised my head with difficulty, and saw a small hand resting on my cage in the dim firelight, which protruded from the slightly larger cage next to me. hand.The cage is all welded with thin steel bars, which is very solid, but the gap is so large that a child's hand can easily stick out.

"Are you afraid?" Seeing me looking up, the child asked me in a low voice.

"Afraid," I twisted my neck vigorously: "What about you?"

"I'm afraid too, but I'm dirty, maybe they won't eat me...they won't wash me." He said a joke that wasn't funny at all in a muffled voice.Judging from his stature, he was a little older than me, about ten years old, with dirty clothes and unkempt and greasy hair.

I know him. He is a beggar in our town. Some adults said that he was controlled by the "beggar gang". He was beaten and kicked every day if he couldn't get enough money. If you are fat, you can't get money.But Huihui and I know that he sleeps at night in a concrete pipe filled with tattered clothes in a section of the pipe factory. We even beat him. If an adult controls him, he will at least have a place to sleep.

He probably didn't recognize me, too, there are so many children who bully him, it's probably impossible for him to write them all down in a small notebook, let alone he may not be able to read.

"Are you promise (hungry)?" He asked in a low voice after a while.

"That's it, what about you?" I didn't have much interest in talking. The sound of chewing and talking and laughing from those people made me sick to my stomach. At this time, I didn't want to talk about food at all.

"I haven't eaten for two days, and I was locked in again..." He lowered his head: "My mother said that I died of starvation, and I will become a starving ghost in the future, and I will never be full..."

"Then you ask them for something to eat." I choked on him.

"..." He stopped talking.

Then there was another long wait. After eating, people sat and chatted by the fire in twos and threes, and some people kicked the iron cage back and forth, listening to the cries and screams for fun.

By the fire, "Priest Kang" spoke lamely intermittently, telling the believers that as long as they insist on eating "stainless meat", tomorrow he will perform kung fu and all the villagers will become immortals with him.It can be seen that those people believed his words very much, and went to sleep in the aisle of the air-raid shelter outside full of longing for their dreams. Only three or four middle-aged people were left chatting by the fire. It's a pity that whoever's brains didn't come to become a fairy with everyone, some of them regret it.

The little beggar in the cage next to me was quiet for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back anymore. First, he tossed and turned in the iron cage, watching the people by the fire in a daze, and then boldly poked me through the iron cage.

"Are you asleep?" His voice was low.

"No, what's the matter?"

"I... I didn't sleep either." He withdrew his hand, and asked softly after a while: "What's your name?"

"Secret." Don't try to use my name to play with me after you die, I don't have time.

"My name is..." He whispered to me, but I happened to open my mouth and yawned, so I didn't hear his name clearly.

He grabbed the cage and lay on his side facing me: "Are you afraid of death?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I don't know either..." He touched his finger: "Do you believe in the underworld and Lord Hades?" His fingers were full of cuts, all trying to peel off the thick wire that was twisted around the mouth of the cage. , the wound was deep, and looked very scary.

"Do not believe."

"If only there was one," he said to himself, "Maybe I can be reincarnated..."

I didn't have anything to say to him, so I just continued to be dazed by the side. I haven't rested for too long. Now my mind is a little dull and groggy.

"Do you eat candy?" He reached into his neckline and took out a small thing wrapped in plastic candy wrapper: "I didn't finish eating last time, so I left half, and I can give you half if I bite into two halves. "As he said, he opened the candy wrapper.

"Don't eat."

"...Oh, then I won't eat it now." He was stunned, carefully folded the candy wrapper, and stuffed it back into the neckline.

The fire made by the old table legs and the plastic made crackling noises from time to time, and the three people chatting next to them seemed sleepy, and one of them pulled out a worn-out plastic sheet from an unknown corner and laid it beside the fire On the blood-soaked soil, he lay down facing the fire.The other two searched around for a long time but couldn't find anything that could be used as a cushion, so they went to sleep in the aisle outside.

"They're sleeping." The little beggar whispered to me, "Don't make a sound, I can touch the wire outside your cage, and after I unscrew it for you, you crawl out quietly, and then find a way to escape... you know? "

"Why don't you twist your own wire?" The door of our cage was not locked, and adults twisted it with wire, and children couldn't open it without strength.

"My wire is thick, and I can't twist it." He stretched out his hand to show me, with hideous scars on it: "I'll twist it for you."

"Need not."

"They're all asleep, maybe you can run out..." He wanted to continue, but the man sleeping by the fire moved, and he quickly stopped talking, but he was still looking at me.

When I was locked in the cage last time, I was in a state of confusion, and I didn't answer half a sentence when he talked to me, so I don't know, so he still wanted to help me.

"How much sugar do you have?" I asked him.

"Ah?" He reached into the collar and took out, "I still have half of it. Fruit candy, so sweet."

"give me."

"Huh? Wait until I bite you in half..." He was about to open the candy wrapper.

"Give it all to me." My voice was also very low.

"No, I want to eat too...I can't be a starving ghost!" His dirty face was full of embarrassment.

"Give it to me, I'll exchange something with you!" I reached out and patted the cage.

"Hush!" He was startled!His eyes widened and he said, "I... well, I'll give it to you." He was afraid that I would keep patting the cage, so he could only hold the candy wrapper and stuff it through the small eye of my cage.

I picked up half a hard candy and put it in my pocket, then reached into my panties and groped, pulled off the scotch tape, took out the pliers not much bigger than a palm, and caught the thin wire on the cage under his surprised eyes, three times He made a hole the size of a fist twice, and then stretched out the pliers: "Can you use it?"

"...Yes." He swallowed, and carefully held the warm metal tongs in his hands.He probably wanted to ask me why I had such a thing, but he didn't ask.

"Ang, good luck to you." I retracted my hand from the small hole, and changed positions again.

"What about you?" He grabbed the cage face and leaned over: "Shall we run together!"

"Don't worry about it," I tucked my hands into my sleeves to cover the sharp wires and edges of the iron cage next to my head: "Goodbye!" Then I leaned back slightly, "Kuang!" With a muffled sound, my iron cage was installed Falling backwards, I became a flat-lying position.As I remembered, the man sleeping by the fire was not awakened by the noise, but the rustling sounds from other cages.

It's a pity that their cages are too big and heavy, and their strength is too weak to push them at all.Besides, no one dared to make such a loud noise at such a time, because once the man next to the fire woke up, the noisy person would definitely be hung on the shelf with an iron hook pierced through his jaw.

"Kuang!...Kuang! Kuang!" As I continued to change positions and turn over in the cage, the center of gravity changed, and the small square iron cages were moved to the depths of the air-raid shelter one by one. Knowing the way, you only need to insist on turning the iron cage into the dark depths in the whirl, until you feel a small slope, and then roll down the slope with peace of mind and fall into the soft soil accumulated after the landslide with the iron cage inside.

Even though the narrow and deformed chicken coop still made me uncomfortable, I closed my eyes with satisfaction. After two days and two nights, I was finally able to sleep peacefully.

睡梦里我迷迷糊糊感觉到手指上有东西滚烫发热，还有一个声音在我脑海里回档：“门票确认开始激活，5……4……3……2……1……进入节点。”