Despair makes people calm

The alarm was still ringing, and the sound of soldiers banging on the shutter door was heard outside. But the small beggar does not blame that thick eyebrows framed themselves, but does not mean he will not try to escape. There are only two real winners and losers in this world. Those who can survive, even if they are miserable, are the winners. The dead, however glorious, are losers.

The small body seemed to be alone in the darkness, but the cold, expressionless eyes scanned the small room. At first he saw dinner on a wooden table, with four or five different kinds of bread in the basket. Even when the rolling door began to pry open, the little beggar reached out, grabbed the biggest baguette in his mouth, and took a nasty bite out of it.

The cold wheat spread in his mouth, and the rich smell of bread filled his stomach. This time, unlike before, he swallowed the bread with barely a bite. After the first mouthful of bread, he took a second bite, took it in his mouth, and then began to examine the room.

The door is simply locked and can be opened from the inside. But there's no point going out now, just running into those soldiers. The only window in the room could be opened, but only real mice could come and go freely because of the iron bars outside. In addition to these, the inside of the bedroom is a toilet, exhaust window is too high, even if step on the toilet can not reach. Outside the high exhaust window, where the cold snow drifts in, is a free world.

However, that freedom is blocked by the cold wall.

The little beggar took another bite of the bread, his mouth moving, but his eyes and his right hand, which did not grasp the bread, did not stop to grope between the corners of the bedroom and the toilet. He touched quickly and faced the danger of death with twice as much focus as he had in previous thefts. Listen, the lock of the shutter door outside seems to have been pried open, the sound of the shutter door pulled up, indicating that his time is running out.

If you're caught, you're dead.

The little beggar is very aware of all this, because it is too clear, so let his mind become extremely cool, cool terrible. And the action, but quickly terrible...

"Splash... Click!"

The outer shutter was half drawn and seemed to be stuck by something. The soldiers began Shouting abuse and kicking hard at the shutter door. But this has bought the little beggar very few precious time, is also this most precious time, let him in constant groping and careful observation found a thing.

Bedroom walls are not as thick as bathroom walls. And the metope color of both also differs slightly, the wall of toilet was full of crack, and the wall of the bedroom does not have how many crack however...

The little beggar's face was still expressionless, but his left hand holding the bread stiffened imperceptibly. He's thinking, thinking what does this really mean? Different colors of the wall, not the same thickness of the wall, the cracks of the number of different...

"Hurrah!

Finally, the rolling door outside was wide open. With the rushing sound, the little beggar also finally thought of here - the reasons

The room of toilet is not this medicine shop itself have building, however medicine shop owner is in after living in, dig up bedroom wall to build oneself. Since you build it yourself, that means the walls are never too thick. Add to that the cobweb-like cracks in it, and I'm afraid that if something came to pry it open, it would break the wall completely!

Outside came the sound of armor on the ground. In the darkness, distracted by the piercing alarm bells, the two soldiers who had entered first slipped on the little beggar's blunt dagger handle, slipped and blocked the gate.

Inside the room, the little beggar's eyes again scanned the bedroom and toilet. He wanted to find something to pry the wall open. It would be impossible to do that with the power of a 10-year-old. But... What is there? Something like a stick?

No... No... No. There was nothing like a stick in the room. The soldiers outside shouted louder and louder, walking cautiously toward the bedroom door, drawing their swords as if they were about to burst in at any moment.

The little beggar took another bite of the bread, and his cold face would have remained so cool until the door broke. And so he watched, and one day he happened to pass over the cold, stiff body of the shop-keeper...

An idea flashed through his mind.

"Listen to the people in there! You're surrounded! Come out!"

The soldiers outside were Shouting, but the little beggar inside was moving quickly! He stuffed most of the bread he had eaten into his rags, then overturned the table and pulled at the greasy tablecloth. Next, he rushes to the bathroom, turns on the water, wets the tablecloth completely, pulls off the blanket from under the shop owner, spreads it out on the floor, twists the tablecloth into a stick and carefully places it on the blanket.

A soldier outside the door winked at his companion and began kicking the door vigorously. The loud knocking of the door reached the little beggar's ears, but it did not disturb his careful movements. When it was ready, he ran back to his bedroom and pulled out a tawny glass bottle from a medical freezer next to his bed.

That's the liquid that makes things freeze instantly. The little beggar had seen the apothecary spread out some herbs and then open the bottle and pour out the liquid. It was strange how quickly the liquid changed into a gas on contact with the air, but when the air dispersed, the herbs that came into contact with it were frozen stiff, as if they had been stored in a blizzard for days.

The little beggar wrapped his hands in the remaining quilt and unscrewed the lid. The cold air made the room look like a cave of ice. The little beggar could not care less and began to pour the liquid at once.

Sticks made of tablecloths are instantly formed. But the situation outside the door is also becoming more and more urgent. After a kick, the soldier saw no reaction inside, and after the door was slightly kicked open, immediately increased his confidence! He and the soldiers all stepped back, got into a ready position, shouted, and rushed for the gate!

The end of the...

The little beggar inside had just picked up his long stick. Can that door of weak however absolutely cannot withstand the bump of a few big man. Believe next moment, the door, will break open. The next moment the little beggar sees the soldiers, he is arrested, tried and hanged.

The little beggar took the stick and began to pry the wall. He knew his situation, but he would not give up. Is it providence? In his staring at the crack, trying to pry, something seemed to sense his survival yu wang, quietly... From behind him...

That's snowflake.

Three snowflakes with a perfect hexagonal configuration drifted toward the gate at tremendous speed. Then, at the moment when the soldiers were about to hit the gate, they attached themselves to the door...

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Strange things these soldiers thought they had seen. A greedy but rising officer, a rich man who has too much food and would rather throw it away than give it to the poor. Sennag was a place where strange things happened every day, and where the soldiers thought they were used to them.

But today, they saw one of the most memorable moments of their lives. It's a scene they can even turn into a spooky story to tell to other people who shake their heads in disbelief and listen with interest.

The gate, in an instant, became a "wall of ice." The three sprinting soldiers hit the ice but could do no harm to the clear crystal. The three soldiers fell down in surprise, but to their surprise, the matter did not end. On the contrary, it is still developing more violently.

The ice on the door began to spread, centered on the gate, and the ice particles crawled along the walls and floors as if they were alive. Water droplets in the air begin to crystallize, and some hexagonal snowflakes float slowly in the air, freezing anything they touch.

The soldiers shouted and began to run, but when they turned around they found that their feet could not move. The ice that spread across the floor joined their feet to the room. No matter how they cry, no matter how they cry for help, these beautiful and pure crystals leave no feelings.

In the twinkling of an eye, the whole store was transformed into a world of ice and snow. Even the gate, which had just been opened, was covered by a thick wall of ice. No sound could be heard outside the thick wall of ice, no matter how many people inside called for help. In this cold and dark night, even the sound of the alarm was cut off, everything, again restored to silence...

The little beggar also heard the soldiers' cry for help. But he made no response to it. Curiosity was always the culprit, and all he had to do now was get out of here, and nothing else concerned him.

The wall, it's chipped in. A small hole was broken and snow and ice were blowing in. The little beggar threw down his long stick and bent down. He put his hand over the greater part of the loaf in his breast, and went through it with the greatest speed.

Cold...

The air outside is still so cold. The snow seemed to grow heavier, and the wind hit him in the face with the pain of a knife. The little beggar shivered, but he had no time to miss the warmth of the room, and left the store as quickly as he could.