The Melancholy of Miss Port Mafia

Shawn Belsey shook violently from head to toe a few times. Little Alice's expression could not help but remind him of her biological father, the young man who dared to wander alone on the streets of Brandenburg to enjoy the exotic night scene.At the beginning, he smiled and smashed the hand he reached out to Big Alice, and then he choked his throat and successfully escaped the police interrogation.

Thinking of that man, he subconsciously touched the neck that was almost strangled back then, and there was no comfort anywhere on his body.

"My dear, a lady must not look that way at another gentleman."

He muttered and changed the subject, feeling a little more uneasy about that "big event".Little Alice is not easy to coax, if she cannot be made to be honest and obedient, no matter how cheap the deal is, it will be ruined.

"Well, I can tell you the whole story, but you can't spread it out. Of course you will keep your mouth shut, right? It's a win-win thing. If it's another child, it might lose money, but little Alice You, I believe [-]% that you can make a lot of money from this."

In fact, he learned from the buyer who has cooperated several times that a certain gentleman in the United States likes to do charity and be with little girls. Those pure, clean and vigorous bodies... Ah, no, it should be said that A pure and vibrant soul can give him great comfort from the filthy world.Therefore, this kind and generous gentleman entrusted his agent, Ms. Coffee, to recruit girls under the age of 12 from all over the world to "study abroad" in the United States.

These girls will live on that gentleman's small island in the Caribbean Sea for several years. All they really need to do is to show their beauty in the parties held on the plane and cruise ship, that's all.Think about it, it's just playing with the rich and powerful around the world, it's easy and simple, and you can get opportunities that others can't get in a lifetime, and you'd be a fool if you don't go.

As for the expenses, the expenses incurred by "studying abroad" will naturally be fully borne by Mr. X. In addition, the guardians of these children can also get a large amount of "settlement money".Most of the girls who come here are specially selected by the coffee lady from the orphanage. Of course, the money also goes into the pocket of the dean.If it weren't for this big boss's special preference, orphanages everywhere would like to be able to clear all "inventory" with one click.

As an adult, Belsey couldn't understand how evil was hidden under these beautiful social expressions, but he didn't care at all.It wasn't his child who went to "study abroad", and he didn't have any children, so what does it matter to him whether little Alice lives or dies in the future?As long as you can get money, what you sell is not for sale. Even if you sell your soul to the devil, the slippery song and dance theater owner dares to come forward and bargain.

"Oh~ I see." After listening to Boss Bercy's embellished words, little Alice understood.She is not a child who grew up in a greenhouse. She hangs around the pier and the streets and alleys all year round. Those weird voices from dark alleys and tavern corners from time to time are really hard to hear.Of course, she also knew that those so-called "gentlemen" were no different from wild dogs picking up garbage.

Ha ha.

A dog in the upper class is not a dog, is it?

The little girl lowered her eyes and smiled: "How much do you plan to charge?"

The owner of the song and dance theater is more greedy than vultures and hyenas, and he will not give up until the money he is eyeing is in his hands.Instead of being dragged to the end and being drugged and taken away in exchange for more than a dozen dollars, it is better to take the initiative to gain the upper hand, and at least you can make some demands on the "settlement money".

The big deal is to run away after earning a fortune. The poor are poor no matter where they go. Do they need to care where they stay?

"Ah, ha ha ha ha ha. My dear little Alice, I can't tell you that, ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Boss Belsey didn't want her to know how much money he could make in this matter, so he tried to get by with a haha.Little Alice squinted her eyes, thinking about the money that made him smile like this last time, she suddenly knew what she had done.

While speaking, she had already arranged her plans for the future in her mind, and smiled sweetly and cutely at Bercy with a wink: "Okay, I think this deal is fine. I heard from the garrison gendarmes that the life in the United States is faster than that." We are much richer here, if only I could bring my grandmother and mother there in the future."

"You are such a sweet little angel, my dear."

Belsey turned his back and pouted.

So what if she's crazy?Isn't it better to be crazy?At that time, it doesn't matter how much you do to her, after all, who would believe what a lunatic said?

Shawn Belsey secretly glanced at the little black-haired girl, and saw that she had no objection to this deal about the future life, so he put his heart back.In any case, she is only a ten-year-old child, no matter how smart she is, it is impossible to break through the age limit, and she can't see too long.

Next, as long as Mrs. Vergent is persuaded to agree to give up custody, everything will be fine, and when little Alice leaves Brandenburg...

He patted his pinnacle stomach, with a salivating smile unconsciously showing on his face.

From the Wilgent House to the Bercy Theater, apart from a cobblestone road that hasn't changed for hundreds of years, you also need to pass a section of flood bridge.The history of this stone bridge is almost as long as that of Brandenburg. The width of the bridge deck can only pass two carriages at the same time. There are no handrails or guardrails. No one has thought of repairing it for so many years.

But this is not difficult to understand - although the bottom of the river is very deep, except for the short summer flood season, the bridge deck has never been really flooded by the river, and instead becomes a rather charming urban landscape together with the old streets .One is due to the need to protect the landscape, and the other is because of tight funds, the city hall took advantage of the situation and completely forgot about this huge safety hazard.

Right now, just in time for the snow season, snowflakes are falling on the bridge and piling up continuously. The not-too-wide river under the bridge is flowing slowly. Maybe the river will completely freeze tomorrow morning.Then all the naughty children from far and near will gather here, stepping on the ice and skating to play games.

Boss Bercy stepped forward carefully stepping on the snow.In his words, a gentleman with a "perfect" body like him would sink to the bottom of the river faster than a Jew who fell into hell.In order not to let himself encounter such a miserable tragedy, he was so cautious that he almost used his nose.

"Boss Bercy, goodbye!"

Little Alice completely "obeyed" her grandmother's order, and left the venerable theater owner at the bridge, then turned around and ran to the old church standing in the wind and snow.

This old church is not young anymore, and the gaps between the mottled stones are covered with moss.The old priest was over 50 years old when he first took over the church, and none of the neighbors could explain his origin.In the blink of an eye, 20 years later, he might still be able to mobilize the nearby residents to help wash and clean. However, as time went by, fewer and fewer people were willing to do this for free, and the church became dilapidated at a speed visible to the naked eye. .

The girl ran across the bumpy gravel, turned the corner, and climbed the steps in front of the church's main entrance before the wind and snow got bigger.The tall curved arches have little to do with the word keeping warm. The people under its shelter are struggling to death from cold and famine, and the reliefs of angels adorned on the porch are still smiling.

"Father, are you there, Father Denard?"

She knocked loudly on a small dark wooden door next to the main entrance, and after a while, the white-haired old man came out with a lamp: "It turned out to be my dear little Alice. What are you doing here in such a cold day?"

"I'll come and see you, and this, here!" She took out half a can of cocoa powder from the pocket hidden in the lining of her skirt: "I exchanged half a bottle of rum from the warehouse worker, and added it to the hot In the milk, drink a hot cup before going to bed at night, and you will surely sleep comfortably until dawn."

"Honey, I really want to thank you, but..." the old priest looked at little Alice from above the cloudy glasses, and those two gazes couldn't have been more severe: "The half bottle of rum for exchange, you Where did it come from?"

"Ah..." Little Alice paused, and smiled: "I guarded the door for Jenny for half an hour, so that her 'business' would not be disturbed. As a thank you, she gave away the half bottle of Lang left by the guests. The rum was given to me."

"May God forgive us sinners." The old man sighed: "The next time you meet her, please tell me that if you don't want to relapse, you'd better not make 'business' too hot."

When did this country fall to the point where it was necessary to compare which one is more "advanced": stealing or prostitution?But thinking about the wonderful life he had spent in his youth, Father Denard felt that he had nothing to demand from this child.

The old priest opened the door and let little Alice in, and the girl "chucked" to the stove and twirled in circles to heat herself up: "Fatty Belsey found me a good job, maybe in a few days I will go out to earn money." It’s a lot of money, can you please help me contact a better nursing home? Don’t just take people for surgery.”

Logically speaking, Big Alice should go to a lunatic asylum instead of a nursing home, but there is nothing impossible in this world as long as you have money.

Of course, the old priest also knew about the affair in the Wilgent family. He prayed in a low voice and pointed to the chair: "Sit down, kid, Mr. Bercy's recommendation...forget it, since you have made up your mind, I will Not easy to stop. My child, don't let yourself be on the road to hell."

"Even though the road is smooth and broad, we should yearn for rough and difficult roads, because the end has the blessing of the Lord."

Little Alice went on to the next sentence very smoothly, and the old priest didn't say anything.

After a while, he picked up half a can of cocoa powder specially sent by the little girl from the table, opened it and sniffed it. The mellow bitter scent was very appetizing.

"Well, the St. Mary's Sanatorium near Frankfurt would be a good choice. It has a sanatorium modeled on Bath Spa and professional psychologists. Maybe they can help Big Alice."

The most important thing is where some of his old subordinates are recuperating, and they can take care of Big Alice by the way.Maybe because he felt that he was too utilitarian to be a qualified priest, Father Denard was empty for a few seconds and added: "God bless."

"God bless, Father." Little Alice took a long breath: "Then please, I have to go back quickly. It's almost time for dinner. I don't feel relieved that only my grandmother will take care of it."

"Goodbye, my dear boy."

The old priest didn't get up. For an old man of his age, all the parts on his body were no longer in good use, especially his knees. He was very happy to minimize the wear and tear.Fortunately, little Alice didn't care whether the host was polite or not. She went out and closed the old door by herself, and jumped down the stone steps in two or three steps.