canary in cage

In the silent room, only the heart that was about to break out was beating excitedly.

"Guest, hello, I'm here to deliver daily necessities to you."

Cecil froze on the spot, staring at the closed door with wide eyes. After a pause for a second or two, he stretched out his hand to open the door and looked at the people standing outside.

"Here are new towels and soap for you." The waitress in a dark brown dress smiled.

Cecil twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, stepped forward to take the tray from the waiter and opened his mouth, "Thank you."

After closing the door, Cecil let out a breath. He didn't see anyone when he went upstairs just now, and suddenly there was an extra person, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Cecil took the things into the bathroom, which seemed to still be filled with the scent of the soap used by the previous customer. Cecil frowned, and finally sighed and put the things on the table.

Outside, the circus was still performing, and the cheers of the surrounding crowd were louder and louder over and over again. The noise rushed through the crumbling windows and rushed into Cecil's ears mercilessly.

The white sheets on the bed are now slightly yellowish due to the diary's washing for many months.

Cecil found a corner that was almost clean and curled up on it. He didn't sleep all day yesterday, and now he was sleepy directly sweeping his brain.

The cheers outside were still strong, and the person on the bed finally couldn't hold back the drowsiness, curled up in a corner, covered his head with a quilt, and fell asleep.

After all, it was winter here, and there was still no heating in the hotel. When it was almost night, Sehir still woke up from the cold.

Because the posture of the body is too twisted, when I get up, my whole waist is sore.

"Isri... turn on the light."

Cecil opened his mouth in a daze, and lay himself flat on the bed, but because he turned over suddenly, the coldness of the sheet on his back instantly irritated the back of his neck.

Suddenly, Cecil stared wide-eyed, looking at the ceiling above his head, only a small incandescent lamp hung inside the hemispherical lampshade.

Almost forgot, I ran out by myself.

Cecil put his hand on his forehead, his head was a little dizzy, looking around, there was no one, and the sound of the circus outside disappeared.

Loman hasn't come back yet.

Cecil started to beat his heart, fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, and the people on the street were wrapped in thick clothes, squatting in the snowdrifts, some were having snowball fights, and some were building snowmen.

But there was still no sign of Loman.

Sehir couldn't help frowning even more. Sehir put on the scarf, tucked his hands into his clothes, and opened the door to look for someone outside.

Below the hotel is a small tavern, there are hardly many people during the day, and at night, four or five strong men gather together and start fighting for wine.

When it was opened, a stream of cold wind poured into the clothes without hesitation, and Cecil hurriedly closed the door and walked out.

Every Christmas night is the busiest time, and the stars in the sky are clearly visible. Cecil stood there and watched for a few seconds. He had never seen such bright stars.

Everything here is beyond his cognition, but the most important thing right now is to find Luoman, his only remaining relative.

Going forward is the market, where there are more than twice as many people as in the daytime, and it is difficult to squeeze in.

Cehir held his breath and followed the flow of people, and the hat on his head was almost squeezed out.

After all, Luoman is a child, and the only places where children can play are these lively places. Regardless of what he got on his body, Cecil walked straight towards the place with the most children.

He had already escaped, and those rules couldn't stop him.

The children at the innermost part of the market formed a pile, and Sehir squeezed in from the side to see the scene inside.

Sitting inside was an animal trainer, waving a whip in his hand, and hitting the monkey in front of him, causing the monkey to jump around in pain.

The more children around screamed, the harder this man beat, and the more intense the monkey's screams. Cecil frowned slightly, instead of watching, he looked up and inspected the children around him.

But after a lap, without saying anything else, not even having blond hair, Cecil secretly gave a "tsk", turned around and squeezed out from the crowd.

Snack Street, Toy Street, and even the street where adults turned, Sehir, all found a side. Sehir sat on the stone platform of the pool in the central street, and he felt that his feet were about to fail.

After a circle, there was no familiar figure. Cecil was panting, and the clouds above his head stagnated in midair like smoke from a chimney.

Cecil sat on the spot for a long time, and the people on the street almost walked halfway. Watching groups of people pass by in front of them, waves of uneasiness gradually surged up.

He lost Loman.

Cehir lowered his head, his temples swelled uncontrollably. Cehir walked aimlessly on the road, without looking at the road for a while, and bumped into a person head-on.

"Sorry, sorry."

The Senna immediately lowered his head and opened his mouth to apologize, and after bowing, he walked straight forward, leaving no time for Cecil to say a word.

When he returned to the hotel, the four or five strong men downstairs had already drunk and lay on the table. For a while, Cehir felt as if a heavy discus was tied to his feet. It seemed that it would take a century to go upstairs. time.

As soon as he got off the boat, Loman was lost by himself. A series of Cehir recalled everything before. He was just like a three or four-year-old child, who knew nothing and needed others to teach him everything.

I am like a disgusting poor thing, needing charity everywhere to survive.

Cecil leaned against the door panel, and his heart had never felt so oppressed, as if countless rough waves were pressing over him.

He was almost out of breath.

Cehir took the scarf off his neck, and when he was about to take off his coat, Cehir froze in place.

Blood pressure soared to the highest in an instant in a quiet and quiet environment.

Cecil choked his throat and slowly put his hands in his pockets.

empty!nothing!

Cecil hurriedly groped all over his body, it was empty!Everything is empty, only the clean and white handkerchief lying on the chest.

Cecil was stunned and suddenly recalled what happened just now. When was it?After a long pause, he couldn't think of anything.

So now... Sehir looked at the bare head of the bed, he was penniless now.

Tonight is his last night in this hotel!

Cecil's back was once again covered with cold sweat, and he looked down at the items on his body. The ring he was wearing on his hand was also placed at home when he escaped. .