The hunter prey

The afternoon is when the sun is most intense. Today, however, this definition loses its discipline. As the air became heavier and heavier, the sky was gradually covered by some thick clouds. After the rare sunlight hid in the clouds, the whole sky, also slowly dark down.

The passers-by on the road knew what it meant, and everyone hurried off. The cabby drivers by the side of the road did very well indeed, for the passengers, almost stuffed with their wallets, roared through the snow.

"Bang!"

A carriage galloped, its wheels rolling with snow. These snowflakes fly to the roadside a slowly moving figure, let the thin figure before ordinary people feel the cruelty of the snow.

The man in the carriage took no notice of what the snow had hit and ran away. The figure withdraws with the back most snow, looked down at the bosom after, silently, continues to walk forward.

Young girl...

The goal is so clear. But on this cold, dark afternoon, where's the game on the street? The little beggar had walked several streets. He even found time to go home once and feed the baby girl again with bread, but he did not find a standard target on the dark road.

Snow, finally or can not bear, floating down. Compared with yesterday's snowstorm, the snow now seems a little melodious. But this is not to be pleased, for snow makes people feel colder and makes the body of the little beggar tremble even more.

Eighth street...

In the city, under the snow, he had been walking for more than five hours. His body began to feel tired, and his feet began to feel cold and numb again. Inside the houses on both sides of the street, the lights began to light up slowly. From there came the delicious smell of food, the unrestrained laughter of children of the same age...

The little beggar's feet, persistent and cold. The lights, the smells, the laughter were not his. He had seen this long before, even when his parents were alive. The world he lives in is a world of snowstorms, where no one will give you delicious food and warm and beautiful clothes, and no one will pity you and love you. Everything, can only rely on their own. You are on your own if you want to survive the snowstorm.

The theory of the cold world the little beggar knew well, and he walked on in the light of the house. On one point, however, he found himself unable to live up to the theoretical standard. Because he found that he always looked at the baby girl in his arms from time to time, then with his hands to measure her forehead, take the temperature...

............ Come on.

The little beggar looked up, not thinking of his unreasonable behavior. Luckily, he also found a reason enough to stop thinking about his strange behavior.

A girl, appeared in the snow. She has brown hair and a funny face. The ferret coat wrapped her in a warmth the beggar could not imagine.

The girl is lovely. The little beggar came to this conclusion after a cold look from the dark corners of the street. Those cold eyes go into the calm of hunting. In this snow, I'm afraid this girl is the only game he can hunt.

Obviously, the girl is the child of a rich family. Since is the rich family's child, of course, it is impossible to appear alone. Around her were twelve adults, each armed. In addition, there was a boy about two years older than the little girl who followed the little girl and kept smiling.

"You! We must find out who stole the baby! Protect the children, and let the kidnappers know how foolish it is to dare to commit a crime under the nose of my old miss walnut!"

The little girl, with gloves in her hand and a little wooden flag in her hand, led the way before the adults. Behind the adults for the little girl's start some of the laughter, some of the helpless, some sigh.

The little girl led the people straight up the street. After seeing where they were going, the little beggars hid in the side streets and followed them closely from the short cut, looking for opportunities to attack.

"HMM... Thirteen men in all, four swordsmen, three archers, three gun-men, two stonemasons, and one useless imp. Hey hey, interesting."

The darkness let out a sneer. At present, the team seems childish and ridiculous to the sword, and it can make these guardians die whenever it wants. But it didn't. Because it wanted to see what the little beggar would do to achieve his goal in such a situation. After all, it's not looking for a man who can only win by force. After the failure of its previous host, it knows well that the only person who can achieve his goal without relying on it is the one who is truly qualified.

The little beggar ignored the dark "fun". He followed the procession like a leech, his eyes watching the thirteen people beside the little girl. I followed him for half an hour...

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Finally, his patience paid off.

The aimless wanderings seemed to have overwhelmed the older boy. But he dare not say directly again, can beat around the bush of walk to the flank of little girl, soft voice soft gas of say: "that, public... No, miss. You see, it's getting late, and it's snowing..."

The little girl raised the flag in her hand and said, "yes! It was getting late and snowing heavily. At such times, the bad guys will start to act! We need to step up our search, and we're sure we'll soon find any trace of those people!"

The boy's mouth twitched and his feet became weak and weak. Had he ever experienced such an experience since he was a child growing up in a greenhouse? He wanted to go back, but dared not speak directly. But if he didn't, he was too cold and tired to go any further.

In this case, he could only wink at the adults next to him, hoping that they would intervene and persuade her to return.

To tell you the truth, the guards around him are a little tired of this kind of street patrol. The little girl's idea was simple. How could she catch anyone walking around in such a street? It was of no use following her about in this way but to increase fatigue.

"Miss, as we see it, that gang must know that the big lady came out to catch them, so they were afraid to hide. So please go back, and if you know that you're not here, the prisoners will be out again, and then we'll catch them."

The little girl pursed her lips, angry at the guards for backing out one after another. Encounter a little snow to want to go back, how to become the messenger of justice ah? Well, that's about as good a guard in a small city as you can get in your own country.

"I won't go. I'm not going back until I catch those guys! Cheer me up, too. It's your job to protect the people. As long as you are still the guardian of the citizens, or the side of justice, do not have so many complaints, continue to follow me!"

With that, the little girl snorted and walked forward regardless of the guards behind her.

Seeing the little girl still so interested, the little boy is completely refused to go. He began to pull the robe of one of the stonecutters, tossing and pleading. However, the twelve guards stopped for a moment and began to talk.

"Or... Shall we go back with the young master first?"

"It seems so. You quickly go back, this little girl usually probably see too much hero opera, full of this kind of thing."

"Don't worry, no matter how brave, she is just a child. It won't be long before she gets tired, and then we'll carry her back."

"Uncle ~~~! Not yet, okay? I'm so tired and cold."

"All right, all right, we'll go back. Then we'll have six men to go home with the young master, and they'll be with you soon."

The twelve guards agreed, but while they were discussing which six men should take the boy home...

"Ah! Got it! Don't run! Bad egg! No running!"

Suddenly, the little girl pointed to a dark alley and shouted! Waving a small flag, she ran excitedly down the lane.

The little girl frightened the guards at once. With the exception of the stoner, who had been held up by the boy, eleven others rushed down the lane, Shouting at the little girl to stop.

"Miss! Please stand back! Danger! We'll handle it here!"

The little girl went into the alley, just in front of a fleeting figure holding the child did not know where to disappear. Just as she was waiting for the guards to join her in the search, a small figure again flashed through the depths of the alley. And that figure in the arms, obviously holding what!

"Ah! There he is! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The little girl began Shouting and waving at the guards outside. But just then, the figure running deeper suddenly fell and fell on the snow.

Seeing this, some of the old guard in the little girl's mind immediately disappeared. She carried the flag and, ignoring the guards behind her, rushed down the lane. But when she was within ten paces of the fallen figure, it quickly got up and limped into a nearby alley.

Is he hurt? ! The little girl was more excited. She ran faster into the alley and officially entered the maze of alleys.