canary in cage

Cecil was startled by Luoman's sudden movement, and he opened his mouth to answer Luoman's words after a while: "I won't die."

Hearing what Cecil said, Luoman's sniveling finally became quieter, and he raised his hand to wipe away his tears and said, "Then brother promised me that you will be fine."

Cecil looked at the crying Luoman, sighed helplessly in his heart, nodded, and responded to Luoman.

Loman watched Cehir change his clothes before he stood up with a breath, looked around vigilantly, and finally squatted down, picked up a piece of mud from the ground, and was about to wipe it on Cehir's face.

Cecil couldn't get what he wanted, so he stepped back a few minutes, opened his mouth and asked, "What are you doing?"

Luoman lowered his head, and his voice was still low: "Brother's appearance is very dangerous here."

Luoman's meaning was very clear. Cecil looked at the mud in Luoman's hand, took it from Luoman's hand after he had made enough mental preparations, and gently applied it to his face.

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"What are you doing! Don't work hard, just be lazy here!"

Suddenly, a fat man with big ears broke into the tent, and the stench from his body enveloped the room in an instant, making Sehir frown unavoidably.

Loman took a step forward and stood in front of Cecil. With a smile on his face, he said to the people in front, "A newcomer is here. I was called to take care of him."

As soon as he heard the word "newcomer", the man's eyes lit up instantly. He stepped forward and pushed Luoman away. He couldn't stand firmly on his feet, and Luoman was also pushed directly to the ground.

Cecil squeezed the quilt tightly in his hands, stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes, and the pungent smell rushed to his head instantly.

Obviously, when the man saw Cehir, his eyes immediately showed disappointment, he turned his face, and asked with a look of disgust.

"what name?"

Cecil deliberately lowered his voice, coupled with the high fever, his voice seemed to have just melted from glass.

"My name is... Cecil."

The man had a look of disgust towards Cehir, and when he listened to the voice, the expression of disgust on his face became more obvious.

"Sit on the bed and play! Hurry up and go to work!"

"Okay." Cecil replied.

The man seemed to have been poked at the pain point, stepped forward and slapped the table next to the bed, looked at Luoman who had just got up from the ground with furious eyes, and roared: "This is how you teach newcomers! You don't have dinner!"

Before Luoman opened his mouth, the man waved his hands and walked out. After the man left, Cecil felt that his ears were much cleaner.

"Who is he?" Cecil got off the bed and rubbed his swollen temples.

Loman patted the dust off his body and sighed: "He's the boss here, his name is Engel, he's just a pervert...a lunatic."

Luoman lowered his head lower and lower as he talked, until at last Cehir couldn't hear what Luoman said, only to see Luoman stepping up to Cehir, and said with firm eyes.

"Brother, I will definitely take you out!"

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"Om..."

The humming sound of the port resounded through the sky, and the white smoke rushed straight to the clouds above the head. A group of people dressed in dark black came down from an inconspicuous position on the side of the ship and hid among the crowd.

Isri pulled his hat down very low, at most people walking towards him could only see half of his face. He walked very fast, as if it was not the first time he came to this place. After turning a few corners, unfortunately, It happened to stop in front of the hotel where Cecil had stayed before.

Isri frowned, the air here was disgustingly dirty, and his own things would stay in this place now, thinking that the box he was carrying in his hand was constantly shrinking, and he let out a breath before entering from the hotel.

"One room." Isri put the coins on the table and looked sideways at the hotel.

"Boss, come here for the best wine!" A group of people suddenly broke in from outside the door, surrounded by three or four people, and surrounded the people standing at the front.

The boss glanced at Isri, then at the person who just came in, and then said with an apologetic smile to Isri: "Sorry, guest, this is your room, forgive me for not being able to help you with your luggage for the time being."

Isri was also very polite, took off his hat, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "It's okay, I can do it myself."

The boss nodded, and immediately greeted the people coming in with a smile. They looked like gangsters on the street. If they were not paying attention, their shop might be smashed.

"Hello, what do you need?"

Wei Wei, the boss who surrounded the front with a disdainful expression on his face, spread out the things in his hands, and said in a frivolous tone, "Do you see what this is? Bring me the best things in the store!"

The boss looked at the things in his hand, and he was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the people behind were waiting impatiently.

"Why are you in a daze! Do whatever the boss tells you to do! We can afford it!"

The boss blinked quickly, bowed down and complimented: "Okay, I'll get it right away."

This farce, Isri turned sideways to watch the process, but those seductive eyes stopped straight on the hands of the person in front.

It was a deep red gemstone, crystal clear and incomparably pure, which is not something ordinary people can take out.

Yisili glanced at it and was bored, so he turned around and wanted to go upstairs, but the next second, the man threw the gem into the air as if showing off, which made Yisili look at it all at once.

Isri was stunned on the stairs. He remembered the gemstone in the man's hand very clearly. This near-perfect gemstone was inlaid with a few diamonds in the most inconspicuous places.

No one would have noticed, but unfortunately, when it was thrown up, the light above the head was just reflected in it.

This gem is the one in Cecil's hand!

Isri's snorting voice became slightly heavier, he raised his foot and slowly descended the stairs again, found a corner and sat down, but his eyes fell on the group of people who had already drunk.

"Guest, what do you need?" A woman in a long skirt walked up to Isri and asked with some embarrassment.

At this time, Isri moved his eyes, looked at the person standing in front of him, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, looking charming and anxious.

"Thank you, I don't need it right now."

The cold and ice-like voice immediately made the woman's face turn red. She lowered her head shyly and did not dare to look at Isri. She hummed slightly, turned around and left the table.

Isri leaned on the back of the chair, his long and narrow eyes were like bows and arrows drawn up, ready to go.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, what I want is right in front of my eyes, that poor soul is trembling somewhere, will he beg him to let him go because of his arrival?

Impossible, he won't let it go.

If you can't get God, then pull God from the altar!

My dear Cecil, I will take you home.