canary in cage

Isri stood up, clutching the gem in his hand, his eyes were full of indifference, and when he was about to walk away, the man opened his mouth to ask without fear of death.

"The... gem?"

Isri froze, turned his head and looked at the person sitting in the corner, the person quickly shook his head and opened his mouth: "No, no, no, I didn't say anything, you take it away."

After Isri went out from the door, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and fell directly on the bed, breathing in the cold air outside, and muttered softly.

"What, I didn't steal it, who are you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something again, sat up suddenly from the bed, looked at the tightly closed door, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Ruined!The gems are gone and he hasn't paid the boss yet!

The man sat on the bed, his head trembling from the cold wind outside.

Can't stay here any longer!The man got up quickly, turned his head out of the window, and ran away without looking back.

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In the backyard of the circus, the tents are one after the other, and the cold wind blows through the gaps between the tents, making it look very gloomy.

There was no movement outside now, Cehir finally got out of bed, and took a basin of water outside alone.

The mud on his face had already dried up and wrinkled together, and the mud on his face was about to dry up and fall off.

Cecil looked at himself in the water basin and frowned slightly.

The water scooped up from the pool outside was bitingly cold, as if it had just been brought up from an ice cave. As soon as Cecil put his hand in it, he immediately shrank back from the cold.

After a minute's delay, Cecil put his hand in again, and hit his face with cold water, turning his lips red from the cold, and his face was mixed with muddy water and fell into the basin.

It's disgusting, Cecil turned sideways to shake off the muddy water on his hands, looked at it for a while, thinking about painting the mud again later, after all, it's better to be careful in this place.

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"Hey! Tonight's little thing is so upright! I'm so excited!" Not far away, a round voice pierced through the cold air and reached Cecil's ears.

Cecil wiped off the water droplets on his face with his sleeve, followed the voice and saw that the boss named Engel was walking towards him with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Boss, as long as you are happy, there will be a circus performance tomorrow, so don't spoil people." The thin monkey standing beside bent over and said.

Engel waved his hand, let out a heavy breath, and opened his mouth disdainfully: "Playing bad? Tomorrow he has to climb over for me!"

The thin monkey standing aside lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, his tone was still kind, but the words he said seemed to have thorns in them.

"Boss, if you do this, aren't you afraid that the police officers outside will find out? You will be burned at the stake."

Engel paused for a moment, stopped, looked down at the person next to him, then lifted the person by his neck and opened his mouth.

"I'm not a homosexual, isn't he just playing with a few rubbish things, you don't tell me, I don't tell you, no one knows, right?"

The thin monkey was caught out of breath, and quickly reached out to pat En Ge's hand, motioning for him to put himself down, and En Ge took a bite at the ground next to him, and threw the person in his hand out.

The thin monkey gave Engel a blank look, turned around and ran away, Cecil gasped, and slowly retreated to the dark place behind him.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, everything in front of him suddenly made him freeze in place.

He saw, the circus owner, a small figure squeezed out from the door curtain in Engel's tent. bruises.

At this time, Cecil really wanted to lose his eyesight. In the place illuminated by the light, the golden hair pierced straight into his eyes, like a barb, ruthlessly piercing into the flesh inside.

Cecil was trembling all over, looking at the swaying people in the distance, as if they were going to disappear at any moment.

Didn't you say go to sleep in your own room?Didn't you say that you are doing well?

Why is it like this.

It was as if a heavy iron chain was hung on Cehir's body, his throat was sore, as he walked forward step by step, the flat ground sucked Cehir in like a swamp.

"Lo...man"

He opened his dry throat and called out, but no one in the distance could hear him.

"Loman..."

His throat was more choked than before.

This time the people in the distance heard it, and they froze on the spot, shaking so badly that they didn't dare to turn their heads.

Cecil reached out to grab Luoman, but in the end he withdrew his outstretched hand, stood behind Luoman, and gently closed his eyes.

"Brother, I'm going to sleep next door. The bed here is small, and I'm afraid I'll squeeze you."

"Brother, promise me that you will live well."

"Brother, I like you, do you like me?"

"Brother, do you think we can be together forever?"

Luoman's voice kept ringing in his head, that undeveloped voice, calling his brother with milky air.

"Luoman..." Cecil opened his mouth and yelled, gritting his teeth firmly. As he got closer, the bloodstains and bruises on his body became clearer: "What are you doing?"

Cecil's voice sounded calm, and the person whose back was facing seemed to be relieved, and quickly put a smile on his face, and said back.

"Brother! I..."

Before he finished speaking, Luoman's gaze fell on Cecil's eyes. Those eyes, which were darker than his own, were already filled with bloodshot eyes, and his originally bright red lips turned white from being bitten.

Cecil could hardly bear it anymore.

Loman took a step back, not daring to look at Cecil...

"What are you doing?" Cecil gritted his teeth and opened his mouth again.

Just as Luoman was about to open his mouth, his pupils shrank suddenly. He stepped forward and wanted to hold Cecil's hand, but he was still a step too late. Cecil felt a heat on the back of his neck, and his big hand directly Lift yourself up.

"Little thing, what are you doing here?" Engel looked sideways at Luoman with a smile on his face.

Luoman's eyes were not only fearful, but also a sense of surrender. Cehir now turned his back to Engel, and Luoman suppressed his trembling voice and opened his mouth: "I... the newcomer can't find the way."

"Oh?" Engel looked at Loman with a smile, and turned Cehir to face him without saying a word.

Looking at Cecil, Engel opened his mouth and smiled for a long while: "Hehe, you really look like me!"

Sehir was caught uncomfortably, and his brows were frowned. Loman endured the severe pain in his body, moved in front of Enger, and raised his hand to hold Enger's arm.

"You let him go!"

Engel's eyes fell on Luoman's face, and then he kicked Luoman's stomach, kicking him two meters away, looked Cehir up and down, and said disdainfully.

"You two look quite alike, but it looks like the bigger one must taste better!"

The author has something to say:

The feudal background of the Western European period was suppressed, and some demons hidden deep in the heart continued to ferment until they finally broke out completely. They cowered in front of hunters who were stronger than themselves, but they oppressed those who were helpless. Brainwashing themselves, they are the superiors in their hearts.

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Under the oppression of feudal dictatorship, people become no longer human beings