The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

In the dim room, a pregnant woman lying on the bed, and a little beggar holding a rusty dagger.

The surrounding noise drowned out their conversation.

"Are you sure?" Little Higgins' calmness surpassed that of his peers. He looked at the swollen belly, "You still have children."

The pregnant woman smiled again, and said softly, "Touch and see."

Little Higgins never seemed to refuse, he stretched out his hand and put it on the swollen belly.

But he didn't understand anything, and asked, "And then?"

"Then, this child who doesn't know who the father is is already dead." The pregnant woman blinked her eyes, her expression seemed to cry, but nothing could flow from her dry eyes, "It's just that I don't have the money to take it out." Come out and have a good burial. The proprietress is very happy, she just likes me to stay like this, every day, every moment..."

She suddenly laughed again, but it was uglier than crying.

Higgins withdrew his hand: "So you plan to be buried with him?"

"Yeah, it's good to die with my children. At least you don't have to be locked up in this place anymore, every day..." She looked at Higgins, "I envy you a little, little beggar. Even if you can't eat Full, at least you don't belong here."

"Why do you envy me?" Higgins replied, "Maybe I will die tomorrow, maybe they will beat me to death immediately after they find out that I killed you."

"Why do you want to live? I don't want to live anymore." The pregnant woman smiled with difficulty, "Help me, I really don't even have the strength to kill myself now, I don't want to live a second longer."

"Why live..." Little Higgins repeated, "Even if you will be thrown into a mass grave and you and your children will become food for crows and wild dogs, do you still want to die?"

"Yes." The pregnant woman said, "After I die, I won't know pain and suffering, and I will be liberated. My body is not mine anymore. What does it matter?"

Little Higgins followed up again: "It doesn't matter what you become..."

The pregnant woman didn't hear his murmur, and kept whispering: "Help me, let me die immediately. There will be no next man, let everything go to hell, why are you still alive? Let me go, I can't live anymore, why can't I just die..."

Her words were confused and her voice became weaker and weaker.All kinds of movements shrouded her surroundings, things were being done next door, people passed by the door, shouts came from downstairs, everything was like a boulder weighing heavily on her, making her unable to move.A little bit of candlelight could not illuminate her eyes at all.

But she kept staring at Higgins, showing strong longing: "I beg you, please, take everything from me, and take my life away."

Standing behind, He Lang saw the child's hand holding the knife tightly.

He said, "Okay, I promise you."

These words were very light, but to the pregnant woman, it was as if she heard the sound of nature. Her eyes suddenly burst into a strange brilliance, as if she had suddenly gained strength, energy, and hope.

It is also like a dying person suddenly returning to the light.

"There's a cloak over there, put it on!" said the pregnant woman, "so my blood won't splash on you later!"

Higgins walked over to pick up the cloak, shook it off and saw that it was a long black linen cloak.It's actually not that big, but it's enough to wrap a small Higgins.He tucked his hands into his sleeves and pulled his broad hat back on his head, so that almost his whole face was in shadow.

Candles at the side and rear cast his shadow on the wall, leaving only the outline of the cloak.

He Lang asked mysteriously, "Is this your... first time wearing a cloak?"

Song Lin replied: "Correct."

Higgins pulled the dagger out of his sleeve and walked to the pregnant woman's bed again: "I can help you, but I don't know how to kill."

"Your arm, I'm afraid that knife can't penetrate my chest..." The pregnant woman paused, "By the way, you can't play with women now, so do you want to see a woman's body? Although I'm not very nice."

Higgins glanced at her belly: "No."

"Then let's start." The pregnant woman said, "You can cut according to my neck."

Higgins is close to the pregnant woman's head, the shadow covers the pregnant woman's face.He gestured with the dagger: "How do you cut it? Horizontal or vertical?"

"You can cut it any way you want, and you can treat me like anyone to vent your anger." The pregnant woman said, "As long as the blood gushes out."

Higgins thought for a while, and covered her eyes with his hand: "Don't look at me."

"Yeah." The pregnant woman replied softly, "I don't look at you, and I don't talk. No, the last question... What's your name?"

"...my name is Higgins."

"My name is Annie." The pregnant woman said softly, "Thank you, Higgins, let's do it."

Higgins moved his hand away, followed by the faint light, and saw that Annie had closed her eyes, with a contented smile on the corner of her mouth.

The boy held the dagger in his backhand, using his fingers hard.

The shadow on the wall raised its dagger high.

Five minutes later, the boy went downstairs with some shaky footsteps.

"Hey, little beggar!" Seeing him, the proprietress asked loudly, "What about the things I showed you?"

Higgins lowered his head and said, "She said she was going to be out of breath and wanted to rest for half an hour... No, 10 minutes."

"Tsk, useless stuff." The proprietress didn't care about the little beggar, and waved her hand, "Go away. See you shaking all over, don't die on my territory!"

Higgins clenched his fists and walked out the back door.

But he was caught by two adult beggars who had been squatting nearby, the same two who beat him up earlier.

"You son of a bitch, what good things did you take after going in for so long? Why don't you hurry up and take them out!" The adult beggar reached out and tugged at the skirt of his shirt, but Higgins couldn't protect it with all his strength, and the two black bread hidden inside immediately rolled to the ground. land.

When the two adult beggars saw it, they immediately picked it up and laughed loudly: "Hey! You can still get such good food, don't go in and sell your ass, hahahaha!"

They kicked Higgins to the ground, stomping hard on his back.When he saw the opportunity to switch to the standard anti-stampede posture, they kicked and kicked hard, and some kicks even slammed into Higgins' face.It's been a long time since they asked for anything real to eat, but this little thing was always available, causing them to vent their anger every time they saw him.And beggars beating beggars is nothing new, so even if many people have seen this scene, no one will step forward to stop it.

Just like Anne can never get out of the brothel that traps her.

Because of the black bread, the two adult beggars slipped away with the black bread without wasting a few minutes this time.

Higgins struggled a bit and got up unsteadily.

He crossed the lane, then the dark, stinking alley, and blundered along the main road.In a trance, he always felt that someone behind him was shouting "Killer", and someone shouted "It's that beggar!" "He's there!" "Catch him!"

The boy didn't dare to look back, he just walked faster and faster.

He Lang followed beside him with strides, his mood sank to the bottom: "...I have an auditory hallucination."

The man saw with his own eyes how the boy raised the dagger high and inserted it into the neck of the pregnant woman again and again.Blood splattered on the bed, on the wall, on the black cloak...and on the face of the boy under the brim.

The turbid smell and noisy reverberation in the brothel covered up all the blood that was happening.

Higgins put the dagger in her hand until the pregnant woman was completely dead, and then took off the cloak.He wiped his face roughly, wiped his hands vigorously, and pulled the cloak over the pregnant body.He even dragged the quilt from the bed and pulled it over the cloak.

It wasn't a planned cover-up, but it wasn't inadvertent either.When people subconsciously avoid something they have done, they will want to cover it up, even if it is just to hide their ears and steal the bell.

He Lang saw that his hands were shaking, and it became more and more violent, and it was difficult to stop.

The boy was even trembling all over. Every step he took seemed to kneel down, but he gritted his teeth and held on.He went downstairs, got out the door, was beaten up, and fled into the street.

He walked out of the city gate in a daze and stumbling.The gate of the city was about to be closed at night, but no one cared why a little beggar had to go out at this time.

Higgins finally came to the river outside the city.

The moonlight was shining, and it was even brighter here than in the brothel.

But no matter how bright it is, this place is already considered a wasteland, there are no houses around, not even a single person will pass by at night.Higgins didn't care, he didn't even think about the possibility of wild animals at night.He just knelt down by the river, picked up the river water with both hands, patted his face vigorously and rubbed it.

I don't know if it was Anne's blood or his own blood, it slipped down the water and was handed to the land by the river.

The cold river water stimulated the boy's wound, but he didn't notice it.He kept scrubbing his face and hands vigorously until his skin became red and the wound worsened.He even unbuttoned his clothes and splashed water directly on himself - even though there wasn't a drop of blood there.

Frowning tightly, He Lang couldn't help closing his eyes for a second, then opening them again, staring at the boy's every move.

The boy had already stretched out his legs into the river, stood firm, and then walked slowly towards the center of the river.At first, He Lang thought that the washing symptoms had worsened, which made the boy want to jump into the river to take a bath.However, Higgins didn't take off his clothes, and even moved a little more smoothly than when he was rubbing just now, just silently letting the river water gradually submerge his body.

...is suicide!He Lang was startled suddenly, and said in amazement: "That woman! Her words have become suicidal hints!!!"

He was so anxious that he even wanted to reach out to fish, but it was all in vain.

——Why live?

Why can't I be free?

I shouldn't eat, because if I eat, I will be beaten.I shouldn't be there because I don't belong there.I don't deserve to live because I killed people.

If you die, you will be free.

Take my life away.

The river suddenly flooded the top of the head, and the world was completely dark.

[The author has something to say: The title of this chapter is the song "I've thought about it too" by Mika Nakashima, Linlin also has such a past...]