nagpurpolice Chapter 284 Perfect
Chapter 284 Perfect
Wu Que has been wandering since he became conscious.
A few years ago, he briefly settled in a wilderness in the Huaihe River Basin.
There, an old man taught him how to read and write and gave him a name.
As long as people have no emotions, they have no shortcomings.
My name is Wuque.
At that time, he did not know the meaning of the name.
He only knew that his days in the wasteland were happy and everyone here was united.
Although it is not enough to have enough food and clothing, when I wake up, I feel extremely at ease with my partner lying next to me.
until one day.
The beast tide in the Huaihe River Basin is rioting.
That day, people in the wilderness suffered heavy casualties.
Just the beast tide is not scary. What is scary is that behind the beast tide there is a group of hyenas coming smelling the smell of blood.
Wu Que still remembers the man wearing animal skin, holding a boning knife in his hand, and pierced the old man's heart with one knife.
The moment the old man's heart was pierced, Wu Que felt that he was already dead.
His heart throbbed inexplicably, and this feeling kept him in shock.
When he regained consciousness, he was shackled and taken to a city called Jinling.
The weird lights in the city had nothing to do with him. He just knelt there with his head lowered.
Look at the coins in the small basin in front of you.
If the begging amount is not enough for 500 yuan, he will be beaten up and deprived of food.
Wuque wanted to escape, but he didn't know where to escape.
The sky is so big and the earth is so big that there is no place for me.
Originally, he thought things were going to stay this way.
Until one day, a few of them who were begging were suddenly captured by a group of people wearing the uniforms of the Jinling Military Region.
And they are free!
No one wants to talk to them.
It seems that their only freedom is to wander on the streets.
Wuque didn't know where he was going next, let alone what he could do.
Feeling numb, he just met a pair of clear eyes.
There seems to be endless pity hidden in those eyes:
"Kid, are you hungry?"
Wuque didn't know why he nodded.
I don’t know how I was brought to a place full of the aroma of food.
The owner of those clear eyes brought him food.
Wuque didn't dare to take it. He even hoped that the bowl would be knocked over so that he could eat with peace of mind.
The man laughed:
"It's okay, just eat."
Looking at the man's smile, Wu Que carefully picked up the chopsticks.
The food is delicious, much better than the sour food in the trash can.
Wuque didn't know why he was eating, but he shed tears.
Later, he took a shower for the first time in years and put on new clothes.
The man even gave him a haircut.
Only then did Wu Que dare to speak:
"Boss, who do you want me to kill?"
He had heard someone say that some people like to use children as human bombs to attack their enemies.
After eating a meal and changing into new clothes, he felt it was enough!
The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed again:
"Don't call me boss, I don't want you to kill anyone.
I just want you to have a good sleep and go to work tomorrow. "
work?
This is a strange but familiar word to Wuque.
Are you going to beg on the street again?
Wu Que was lying on the soft bed, looking at the children lying in the dormitory, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Probably not...
Why should I be given new clothes when I am asked to beg?
Definitely some insomnia.
I can't help it, the bed is too soft.
He was still used to the stone slabs under the bridge.
The breakfast and lunch the next day were still rich and delicious.
This made Wuque feel a little uncomfortable. He had eaten three meals, why didn't he come to arrange the task?
The next afternoon, the man came again.
This time, he knew that they went to work to sell newspapers.
Hiding in the crowd, Wu Que secretly made up his mind.
Be sure to sell out all the newspapers and show the boss that he will not regret bringing you back.
After leaving the factory gate, Wu Que ran forward.
He doesn't want to compete with others.
Relying on his experience when begging, he went to an area with the most people with spare money.
Standing there, he took out a newspaper and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! Youth Evening News!"
The first time he shouted it out, Wuque himself was stunned.
He never thought that he could scream so loudly and so confidently.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, shouting very freely.
It was as if all the humiliation he had done before had turned into smoke at this moment.
One hundred copies of the newspaper sold quickly, and only two or three were left.
He remembered that several friends he knew were still hiding under the bridge, and he wanted to find them.
Tell them that he has found a home and that it can be their home too.
While walking and selling newspapers, Wuque didn't know that he was being stared at by several tough men.
Step by step, the burly man approached him and curiously picked up a newspaper and read it. Several people gathered around him and stared at Wuque, but did not talk about buying the newspaper.
Wu Que realized something was wrong.
He started running, and in a panic, he was forced into the alley.
Several big men showed their true colors:
"Hurry, hand over the money!"
This kind of thing has happened countless times.
The weak eat the strong!
He had encountered this before when he was begging.
All the money from begging was taken away by local snakes. Those people who put shackles on themselves to beg cannot be offended.
He would only turn around and beat himself up, as if it was Wu Que who did the wrong thing, not those local cowards.
Now, once again being forced into an alley, Wuque felt extremely scared.
He is not afraid of being beaten, he is just afraid of having his money taken away.
His "home" will give up on him.
Wuque hid in the corner with his head lowered:
"I don't have money, brothers, I don't have..."
Seeing Wu Que, the sturdy man squatted on the ground tremblingly, losing his patience:
"Who are you lying to? I saw you sold so many newspapers, how can you not have any money in your pocket?"
Another chimed in:
"Based on the fact that a newspaper costs five yuan, you should at least have five hundred yuan, right?
I won’t say anything more?
There are four of us. You can just give us four hundred. "
When Wuque heard this, he was stunned and his eyes were red:
"I don't have it. This newspaper only costs one yuan in total. I don't have four hundred yuan.
I still have to go back for business! Gentlemen, please let me go! "
The leader was angry:
"Give me the bag and I'll see for myself!"
Wuque held the bag tightly to his chest, refusing to let him live or die.
But with the strength of a few sturdy men, there is actually no shortage of strength that a ten-year-old child can resist.
Several people roughly grabbed the bag, took out the remaining newspapers, and found more than 90 yuan in the secret pocket.
"Is that really that much?!"
The leading man cursed:
“What a poor guy, a newspaper costs one yuan?!
Rubbish newspaper! "
As he spoke, he stuffed the money into his pocket, then tore a few newspapers into pieces, and stamped on the bag a few times.
Anger and fear formed a storm in Wu Que's heart.
Wuque gritted his teeth and looked at the people in front of him.
Several sturdy men walked away:
"Bad luck! Let's go."
The moment several people turned around, they suddenly stopped.
Wuque only heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from his ears:
"Are you angry?"