Cold and gentle

"Miss! Where are you? Come back!"

"Miss!!"

In the distance, the shouts of the guards continued. They are anxious, the little girl is also anxious, she kept calling for the guards to come quickly, the heart can not help complaining that the guards are so useless, along with. After a few cries, she simply ignored the guards who only shouted for her to go out, and ran after the figure alone.

The guard's voice grew faint, darkness and silence replaced light and noise, and he reached out his dark hand to the little girl. In the maze of roads, the little girl did not feel lonely and terrible. She stared at the figure with the injured leg with great excitement. Although he would occasionally disappear from the corner, it didn't take long for him to show up in front of her with his limp.

"Ha ha, my detection ability is really outstanding ~~~! Villain, I'll see where you're going!"

Finally, silence and darkness took over. By the faint light of the snow, the little girl caught a glimpse of the figure wandering down a cul-de-sac that seemed to be walled on three sides. Seeing this, the little girl gave a cry of joy, raised the flag and ran over. The figure seemed startled, and when it saw the little girl running towards it, it immediately dashed against the wall...

............ Disappeared.

The figure disappeared into the wall.

The little girl's steps stopped for a moment. The excitement on her face faded and the smile on her lips began to freeze. What did she just see? A person... Into the wall, and... Disappear?

A gust of wind swept through the alley, making the little girl's body shiver. Only then did she realize where she was.

Dark, silent, without a sound...

The surrounding buildings rose in the darkness like monstrous monsters on either side. The little girl looked at the scene before her and felt cold in her back.

"No... Not afraid! I... I'm not afraid!"

"Cried the little girl, bolstering herself. She looked behind her, then at the cul-de-sac in front of her. Against the gloom and strangeness around her, an impulse to escape began to come over her...

"............ Come on! Anybody? A: hello! Is there anyone here?"

The little girl's echo echoed under the snow, and all that answered her was the silent white crystal. Finally, a mist of water filled the little girl's eyes, and she began to SOB and turn around, trying to run away.

"No... No way! The righteous messenger... How can you escape? ! In this world... There are no ghosts! Not afraid... I'm not afraid... !!!!!!!!!"

The little girl forced herself to courage, very rare, she turned back, both hands clutching the flag, slowly moved toward the figure disappeared into the alley.

Dead lane... It's a dead end.

There was no access at all, and on three sides it was surrounded by tall buildings. Even the snow, it is very difficult to fall into this bleak place...

The little girl swallowed and felt boldly toward the wall where the figure had disappeared. There she found an open door...

"Shout ~ ~ ~"

The little girl let out a long breath. Sure enough, it wasn't a ghost, it was a real person. The other party just ran through the door to go just ~~~! It was so dark that it seemed to disappear from the wall.

Knowing the truth, the little girl's courage finally returned. She gently opened the door and crept in.

The door, gently closed. Holding the flag, the little girl groped cautiously in the dark. But after the door closed, a baby in the arms of the figure, released the door handle, quietly, came to the little girl behind...

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For the first time, the cold dagger protruded from the chain with the consciousness of a little beggar. He took the dark, quietly walked forward, and gently, the sharp edge, against the little girl's vest.

"!!

The sharp object against the back, the little girl on tiptoe suddenly startled! Soon, she understood what was behind her, and panic and trembling took over the nine-year-old girl.

"Go."

The dagger held the little girl so that she dared not make a sound. She went to an open door at the side of the corridor, and immediately left, pressing her sharp object against her back. Taking advantage of this break, she turned quickly. But before she could see what was going on, a hand pushed her on the shoulder and pushed her into the room.

"Who are you! I tell you, I'm no pushover!"

The little girl shrank into the corner of the room, trying to hide against the darkness. But before long, there was a light in the room. A boy who looked about his age was holding a large object in one hand and placing the lamp on a table in the other. To her surprise, on his right arm, which carried the lamp... With chains all painted black!

The room is sparsely furnished, with a table, two chairs, and a bed without sheets and a bed board. After the little beggar put the oil lamp, looked down at the clothes in the arms after a look, the clothes on the table, peace of mind to the little girl.

Originally, the little girl was afraid of her enemy, but when she saw that he was a boy of her own age, her courage rose immediately. She held up the banner in her hand and cried, "I tell you! Release me now! Or I'll be rude to you! Do you know what it is to lock someone up? It's a crime of imprisonment! It will be hard labor!"

The little beggar paid no attention to the little girl. He stood five paces away from her, and with a shake of his hand the black dagger was drawn from the chain and held in his hand.

The little girl was a little surprised at what she saw. In the moment of her surprise, the little beggar had already stepped forward, holding the flag in his left hand and the dagger in his right, and stabbed the little girl in the right. The little girl started, and instinctively released her hands and retreated, which meant that her only weapon had been surrendered.

The chained arms, the black painted dagger, and the dirty clothes of the little beggar frightened the little girl into a corner. The little beggar raised the dagger to the little girl step by step, pointed at the sharp edge of the little girl's trembling chest, cold to say a -

"Take off your clothes."

In the dimly lit room, the little girl froze. But soon she was clutching her collar tightly, saying angrily, "rude fellow! You deserve to die! You big... No, little pervert!"

The little beggar took another step, the dagger slightly into the little girl's clothes, with the cold skin to stop the little girl scold.

"Take off your clothes."

Without the language of emotion, the little girl felt a tingle in her chest. In front of her, by the black chain winding arm and cold merciless eyes have forever branded into the depths of her heart. Powerless, she could not bear it... He cried.

She couldn't cry because of the man's merciless eyes. The beggar slowly pulled out the dagger, but still pointed at her heart, quietly waiting for her action. The little girl could see that the man was serious, and that the only way to save his life was to do what he said.

"Blare... You... You bad egg... I will never... Woo... You won't be spared... !"

Timid sobs, accompanied by bravado tone. Threatened with death, the little girl shivered and began to pull away from her mink coat. But the coat off, the eyes of the little beggar still did not stop, she red eyes, whimpering, while unbuttoning the inside of the dress buttons.

A... A... Another thing. With less and less clothing, the little girl undressed more and more slowly. Finally, all she had left was an all-wool cotton shirt and a pair of shen's underpants. Here she stopped. There is no arrogance in the eyes, but with the eyes of prayer at the little beggar.

"Take off your clothes."

The same three words, the same tone. The dark dagger reflected the girl's desperate expression, and tears rolled helplessly down her cheeks. Her lips were white, her hands trembled, reaching for the last of her coverings...

"I hate you... You bad egg... I will... I'll always hate you... !"

Indifferent eyes quietly meet the little girl powerless to fight back. Watch her slowly take off the last cotton-padded clothes, and that small underwear. Already naked, the little girl crouched down, clutching the important place, cowering in the corner, trembling, waiting for her fate.

The little beggar picked up all the clothes the little girl had taken off with his feet. As he prepared to make his next move, a cry came from a nearby table...

The little beggar's movements stopped. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the table, and an indescribable change flashed across his expressionless face. She looked up at the table and at the little beggar, frightened and bewildered.

The little beggar glanced at the little girl, the little girl met his eyes, immediately more vigorously clutching his body to shrink up. See this, the little beggar just at ease with her clothes walked back to the table, picked up the table of the baby girl.

Her swaddling clothes are wet again.

The baby girl cried loudly, with the experience of the morning, the little beggar is familiar with the door for her to untie the clothes. It looks like wetting her pants again is making her feel bad.

The beggar pulled off the baby girl's wet clothes. Just right, next to the little girl took off the clothes. The little beggar unceremoniously pulled over the warm clothes, ripped the cotton-padded clothes to make a diaper, and wrapped up the baby girl with three layers inside and three layers outside.

So... She won't be cold.