canary in cage

Cecil woke up in the early morning of the next day. The joints on his body seemed to be smashed by someone, and every movement was painful.

His head was more dizzy than last night, and everything in front of him appeared double. Cecil raised his hand and gently wiped it on his forehead.

It's already very hot.

Cecil let out a breath, took out the gold coin hidden in his pocket, looked at it a few times, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

This gold coin cannot be used to buy medicine, he has other uses, such as fever, he remembered that when he had a fever before, Isri wrapped himself in a quilt and sweated all over.

Thinking, Cehir pulled the scarf around his neck tighter and wrapped himself together. Living here alone is absolutely impossible. He has to sneak into the slums to make plans for the future.

It was snowing in the sky this morning. Although it wasn't that big, the weather was terribly cold. Cecil didn't wear very thick clothes, and now his hands and feet could hardly feel the temperature.

Sehir was walking on the road, staggering, and the early risers sat on the side of the road watching the stranger who entered, and some of them were curious and chatted with the people around them.

After only a few minutes of walking, Cecil felt that he was very tired. He leaned against the wall for a while before continuing to walk, holding the gold coin he had earned tightly in his hand.

Her throat was so dry that she could hardly make a sound, and her mouth was so painful that it was tearing when she opened her mouth halfway. Cecil frowned slightly, and pulled the scarf up.

The scarf, which could not smell any fragrance at first, seemed to be able to smell a little today. Cecil pulled back the corner of his lips and continued to walk forward.

After turning a few corners, this is probably the deepest part of the slums, Cecil looked around a few times, and finally saw an empty room.

Feelings of surprise rushed into his brain, and Cecil unconsciously moved a little faster. He walked to the door, looked at the old man sitting next to him, and opened his mouth.

"How to sell?"

The old man looked Cehir up and down, paused, and opened his mouth and said, "Fifty silver coins."

There was a flash of light in Cecil's eyes, and the expression on his face became even more excited. Just as he was about to go forward and hand over the gold coins in his hand, suddenly, a few short-sighted children ran up from a distance, and they didn't look at them and went straight hit Cehir.

Cecir didn't stand still, and was hit directly to the ground. The child was startled, and hurried forward to pull Cecir up.

Cehir was stunned by the bump, and before he could react, the child had already grabbed his hand, and Cehir couldn't shake it off even if he wanted to, so he could only follow the child's strength to get up from the ground.

Lacehir's child was still young. Seeing Cehir's face full of doubts, he looked down at his hands and asked, "Brother, why are your hands so hot?"

Almost instantly, the child was pulled down by the older child behind him, and the children in front all looked at Cehir nervously.

"What... what's wrong?" Cecil was a little puzzled by the sudden actions of these children.

Hearing what the child said, the old man sitting in front of the room stood up from the stool tremblingly and walked in front of Cehir, and put his hand on Cehir's forehead without saying a word.

The next second, the old man also took a step back, shook his head and said: "This house is not for sale, you should leave here quickly!"

Cecil frowned. These people looked at themselves as if they were monsters. Cecil took out the gold coin in his hand and opened his mouth.

"One gold coin to buy."

The old man fixed his eyes on the gold coin, and finally he just sighed: "My child, you should go."

Before Cehir could say anything, the old man turned around and left in a hurry.

As soon as the old man left, the child became arrogant, holding his nose while keeping away from Cehir.

"Get the hell out of here! You plague that brings disease!" A child opened his mouth first.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding children circled around Cehir, both scared and curious.

"Disaster! Get out of here! You can't kill us all!"

"Stay away from our slums! You trespasser!"

"He's a scourge! Get out of here!"

These children's words passed into Cecil's ears mercilessly, like sharp spikes, piercing the eardrum and piercing into the brain.

"I don't……·"

Sehir's voice was so low that no one could hear him. The children were still talking recklessly behind Cehir. They never paid for what they said, and even in the future, they didn't even know what they said.

Children's malice is often the deepest, and it is also the pain that others will remember for a lifetime.

Cecil lowered his head and buried his face in the scarf. It seemed that the fragrance was stronger. The voice behind him continued to penetrate into his brain, and he no longer had the strength to argue with those things behind him.

The gold coin in his hand was imprinted on the palm of his hand, and his feet shook even more violently. When he was about to go out, Cecil raised his head slightly, looking at the glimmer of light outside, and the voice in his ears seemed to be much quieter.

Cecil knew why he was kicked out. Most of the food in the slums was picked up from outside. The so-called distribution of food was probably just a cover.

Not to mention the problem of food and clothing here, even if they are sick, they dare not get sick. They have no money to see a doctor. Now that they are like this, they are also afraid that they will be infected, and then die without treatment.

After thinking it over, Cehir was not as tired as before. Although he was still dizzy before his eyes, the air outside seemed to be better after leaving the slums.

After walking a few steps unsteadily, Cehir actually felt light under his feet, as if he couldn't feel anything.

After taking two steps forward, his body seemed to be leaning a little. It wasn't until the whole body fell to the ground that Cehir realized that his legs could no longer support him.

He tried to prop himself up, but in the end he remained motionless.

The pedestrians in front of them walked very fast, and none of them wanted to look at Cecil, as if they were looking at an invisible person.

When Cehir was about to turn sideways, suddenly, a gaze from behind pierced him, and Cecir was stunned for an instant.

This gaze was familiar yet unfamiliar, as if he had just seen it a few days ago, and now, like a cobra entrenched in a tree, he had completely locked his gaze on himself.

Cecil frowned, and tried hard to prop himself up from the ground, but just as his elbows were half supported, his body fell down involuntarily.

Without a pause, Cecil continued to try, and his eyes were getting closer and closer. The cobra's fangs had already opened, and it was only a second away from piercing the skin.

Got caught!