Not thinking carefully enough

The little beggar's steps had left the corridor, and the back door was opened, and the cold wind and snow were beating against his face. He closed the door and walked silently out of the alley. The baby girl in her arms had fallen asleep again, felt her cheek, and the fever that seemed to have been dispelled by the heat in the tavern rose again in the cold snow. He looked up, determined his position, and headed for the hospital...

"Is this it? !"

Suddenly, an agitated voice came from the street. A group of soldiers rushed to the front door of the pink girl in a blaze of fire. The men and women on both sides of the line screamed to avoid the battle, and the soldiers rushed into the tavern unhindered and began to make a fuss.

The little beggar, who had just entered the street, retreated again into the dark alley. For he saw that the leader was three of the twelve who had been guarding the little girl. At this point, another group of soldiers ran past him, straight into the alley with the back door of the pink lady. No one looked twice at the little beggar by the side of the alley.

Others did not know what had happened, but the little beggar was vaguely aware of it. With his head bowed, he trotted out of the lane, facing the storm and leaving the troubled land. His choice proved to be the right one. Because five minutes later, the little girl, wearing a maid's dress and a cloak, came out of the front door of the pink girl under the protection of a group of soldiers, looking resentful. After another ten minutes, the middle-aged man and the fox, also by the soldiers with the sword, very embarrassed out.

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Snow, still decorate the world. Cold hexagonal works of art, with a stone-like hardness, pound against city roofs.

The night was already very thick, and the street lamps on both sides of the road were covered with snow.

Chow, chow, chow...

The tattered cloth shoes sank into the snow, leaving purple bruises on the exposed toes. These young feet no longer know what rest is, nor what comfort is. They just keep repeating the original task in this snowflake, just keep walking.

The little beggar held the baby girl in his arms. Her face was much better, and the fever was gone. Weariness and the pain of the injection sent her to sleep, her thin eyelids covering her beautiful emerald eyes.

The little beggar had two small bags hanging from his waist. One, containing the remaining twenty-seven COINS of sulla. The other was filled with medicine bought in a pharmacy. The blanket was tight and the chains on the wrists were chilled even colder. He wrapped the blanket around the baby and himself and walked quickly to the house under the bridge.

"Well, human boy. If you had taken the money from the middle-aged man three minutes later, I'm afraid you would have been caught and tortured by the soldiers."

In the hexagonal crystal dancing, the blood pupil that has not spoken for a long time opens again. The dark voice, also began to echo in the mind.

"Hey hey hey, see you just busy, so did not disturb you. Do you have time now? Can you talk to me about how you did it?"

The little beggar kept his mouth shut and his steps did not slacken.

"Well, first of all, I'll give you credit for your quick response, and I'll give you credit for your good judgment. But there are a few questions that I need your answers to."

"One, why did you decide that the trader was not an old man in his fifties, as the fox said, but a middle-aged man?"

"Two, how do you feel about how many times the fox's expression has changed in the course of your trade?"

"Three, why did you take such an unreasonable and dangerous action in relation to the fox's action in the previous question?"

"Well, answer me, human."

White gas with the little beggar's one breath, one breath out of the mouth. He is a little tired. In such a snowy night, a ten - year - old has endured too much of his peers can not bear, even some adults can not imagine ugly and evil. He rolled and struggled in this gutter until now, and then walked with these numb feet, tired, but did not stop to the destination.

Darkness is waiting. It has enough patience to wait for the little beggar's answer. The blood-red pupil gazes with great interest at its current "host", trying to judge his "qualifications" by his answer.

"............... Because..."

White gas came out of the mouth of the little beggar.

"He's human."

There was no break in the footstep, and the little beggar's speed did not slow with frostbite. He began slowly to say --

"One man will lie. Even under duress, there is no guarantee that everything the other person says is true."

"Hey, hey, hey, funny. Especially for the fox, who has spent decades in the middle of the market, it is impossible to be threatened twice by a child and tell everything. Hey hey, presumably he then asked you to go out to abduct a girl, is to let you miss, and then be arrested? After all, it is impossible for a child to abduct a girl single-handedly. Well, go on."

"... I observed him. He once said he needed girls to trade. But when I looked at him in the pub, he wasn't worried."

"Hehe hehe, his confidence just proves his lies. If you are really in a hurry to close this deal, of course, it is impossible to be so calm. So?"

"So here comes the answer to the second question. He had already crusted the other girls, and his story to me was not a pure lie. But there's nothing wrong with trying to get me out of the way and hoping I get caught."

There was a glow of excitement in the blood pupils and laughter in my head: "interesting. In other words, you never believed him in the first place. The answer to the second question is that he wasn't expecting you to actually abduct a girl, so he was surprised."

"... Well. But that's not all. He probably didn't think I'd be able to bring anyone, so I wondered if I'd found the place where he hid the girl and asked for money. When I wasn't going to hide the girl, my face relaxed."

"Ha ha, boy. I'm sorry to hear that. Walk in the front, can you see the fox in the last facial expression? Not bad."

After a short silence, the little beggar said slowly: "with the help of the glass lamp, the bronze medal on the door, the jewelry reflection of the woman coming forward, see very clearly."

Dark extinguish sneer: "so, now answer the third question. Why would you take such a big risk to abduct a girl when he obviously did? Wouldn't it be nice to find out where he hid the girl and then give it up?"

The bridge is almost there and home is just down the lane. The little beggar looked down at the baby girl in his arms and saw her sleeping happily. Then he said silently, "because I don't know the hiding place."

"There are a lot of places I can't go in with the pink lady. There are guards everywhere. So I had to bring a girl over to get the money."

All the questions of the dark were answered. Judging from the pupil, it would have known the answers, waiting to see if the beggar's retelling would meet its requirements. It turned out to be happy with its host.

"Well done. Your ability to act and think is one of the most interesting I've ever met. Hey hey, very good. But boy, you made two mistakes in what you just did. Do you know what it is?"

The little beggar thought silently and nodded.

"Hey hey, the first mistake. The girl you abducted was rescued before she could be disposed of. In fact, if it is simply not disposed of, that is still careless clearance. The problem is, she didn't even have time to take the humiliation."

Under the dancing hexagonal crystals, the little beggar nodded as he walked.

"This led to the girl remembering your face, and she must have been distinguished by her family and the fact that she was able to call so many people to save her. The guards, in particular, were able to mobilize the crowd immediately after they noticed the girl was missing, searching the pink girl in a very short period of time. You have offended the eldest lady, and the consequences will be dreadful."

Out of the last tunnel, the bridge has appeared in front of. The little beggar's pace at last slowed a little at this moment. He silently walked the last road, for his lack of caution and regret.

"The second mistake, do you know what it is?

The little beggar breathed out his white breath and said, "the second mistake was that I should not have coveted the reward of fifty sulla. The keys should be handed over at the bar after 30 sulla. Then put the baby girl down and leave as fast as you can to report to the police and get paid well over fifty sula."

"That's right. You made both of those mistakes. This shows that you are not thoughtful enough to consider the matter, and not properly. That's proof you're still wet behind the ears."

"............"

The little beggar stopped talking. He realized that his decisions had not always been composed enough to think of every detail. He knew very well that he was nothing more than a sewer rat, and he was very lucky to have lived so far with that intelligence.

The snowstorm was blowing, and the huge chunks of ice hurt the skin. The little beggar couldn't wait to get into the bridge and went home.

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