Alfred is one of them.
He is a fourteen-year-old boy with short messy brown hair and green pupils. His body is not tall, and he is a little thin. After being exposed to the sun, his skin is slightly dark, which is somewhat incompatible with the skin of most white people here.
He is diligently pushing a trolley, selling fruits and juices to tourists.
I don't care about the dry lips and a lot of dead skin.
He must work hard for his performance today. If he fails to complete the performance, he will not only have no food, but will also be severely beaten.
"Beautiful girl, why don't you try prickly pear fruit, dates and olives are also very good, and the price is very cheap."
"Sir, do you want to try the fruit from the town of Asilah?"
With the noisy hustle and bustle of the beach, Alfred tried his best to sell to tourists. After several hours passed, he sold out the fruits and juices in the trolley until the afterglow of the sunset appeared in the sky.
He pushed the trolley to the side of the road, sat on the steps, looked around carefully, and counted the money happily.
After finally confirming that the task was completed, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out a bottle of mineral water from the trolley, and drank it in big gulps.
After drinking, he wiped his mouth, rested for a while, and looked at the couple and family on the beach playing happily, his eyes couldn't help but feel sad.
He should have had a nice and warm home, but the **** gang destroyed it all.
Thinking of the tragic death of his father and mother in the gun battle, he couldn't help gritting his teeth. There is always a chance, and he must take revenge.
He never forgot that he had read the quote from Sherlock Holmes.
When justice is not served, pure vengeance becomes the only justice.
Only revenge is the meaning of his life.
While Alfred was in his thoughts, several people came over behind him. Among them, the leader was wearing a black wallet and a strong man with a tattoo on his neck stretched out his hand and slapped Alfred on the back of the head.
snap~
The powerful blow caught Alfred's head off guard and hit the cart in front of him heavily.
With a "plop", he fell to the ground.
ah~~
Alfred groaned in pain, resisted the dizziness and pain, covered his head and got up, looked at the men with mocking eyes in front of him, suppressed the anger in his heart, and whispered: "Boss."
"Who told you to rest? Get the **** out of here when you're done selling your stuff."
"Got it, boss."
Chapter 24 Death
Alfred pushed the cart all the way along the road to the street on the edge of the town.
There is a slightly larger old duplex building in the street. The slightly wide iron gate has been opened. He walked in along the gate. There are two strong men at the gate. After a glance, he doesn't mind smoking a cigarette .
Follow the iron gate and put the trolley in front of the shed, which is already full of trolleys.
Then he walked into the old building, there was a table at the door, he paid the money, and after counting the number of people who collected the bill, he nodded and said a meaningless sentence perfunctorily: "Good job, boy, keep working hard tomorrow. "
"Yes~~"
Alfred turned around and walked in without any emotion in his long and narrow eyes.
As soon as you enter the old building, you can hear all kinds of noisy sounds and smells.
The smell of smoke, the smell of sweat, and the intertwining of scent and rancidity made people sick. Alfred was already used to such smells, so he went straight to the innermost part along the passage.
Skipping through the rooms, he walked to the innermost cafeteria. The cafeteria was not very spacious. He ignored the children who looked like walking corpses. He received today's dinner.
The dinner was very simple, just two pancakes and a mixture of potatoes and radishes.
He returned to his bedroom with dinner.
The dormitory is not big, with eight bunk beds, which can accommodate sixteen people. He returned to his own bed, and the sixteen young children did not speak, but greedily ate their own dinner to satisfy their hunger. stomach.
After filling his stomach in a hurry, he went to the public toilet to take a cold shower.
This time point is the most relaxed time for the entire gang. During dinner time, except for the guard at the door, everyone else is eating in the canteen on the second floor. He can hear the chatter from above when he takes a shower.
This is also the time when Alfred is most likely to hear the message.
This information may play a big role in his revenge in the future.
Glancing at the boys who were taking a shower next to him, he accepted the message while taking a bath as if nothing had happened.
Remembering a few key and useful information, Alfred wiped his body in a hurry, and then went back to the dormitory and lay on the bed.
Looking at the hands that were already full of calluses, he took a deep breath in his heart, he was still too young.
However, he can find opportunities, he needs money, and he also needs guns.
Lying in bed with eyes closed, thinking
Find your own plan.
As for the others, they have already been lying in bed and started to rest, and they still have tasks to do at night.
Just as Alfred was thinking about his future plans, there was suddenly the sound of dense and hasty footsteps outside the door, followed by a bang, and the door was kicked open causing a loud noise.
Everyone in the house was startled, including Alfred.
Everyone suddenly sat up from the bed, looking at the several strong men pouring in at the door with panic, and saw the leading few strong men ignoring the others, walking straight to Alfred, in Alfred With puzzled eyes, he took the wooden stick in his hand and hit him hard on the head.
The latter's pupils shrank, and in the next second, severe pain came from his forehead, the pain almost made him howl.
Under the terrified eyes of the other teenagers, two strong men kept hitting Alfred's body with sticks until Alfred was covered in blood and couldn't help crying.
In the end, Alfred was beaten to the last breath.
The burly man held the blood-stained wooden stick, and indifferently pulled Alfred's head with his hands, nodded, turned his head and swept around the trembling and frightened teenagers, and said coldly: "In the future, whoever dares to think carefully , then he will end up, you know?"
"Understood~" The teenagers were shocked when they saw the bloody scene, and nodded hurriedly.
hum~~
The strong man snorted coldly, glanced at the young man sitting on the bed next to Alfred and raised his chin slightly: "Boy, you have done a good job, you don't have to do anything these two days, and I will arrange for you to do some relaxing things in the future." thing."
"Yes, Boss Samba."
The boy's face immediately became excited, and the trace of guilt for reporting Alfred in his heart disappeared without a trace.
He had already had enough of this bloody job, and he even had a little disdain for Alfred in his heart, thanks to Alfred talking in his sleep when he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, letting him know that this guy There is something different.
Afterwards, he kept staring at Alfred for a month, and finally made him aware of something abnormal about this guy, and only after he was sure did he find the boss of Samba.
The eyes of the other teenagers in the same room flickered, with disgust and envy.
Samba ignored him, grabbed Alfred's dying body roughly, and walked straight to a room on the third floor.
The room is bright, and the interior decoration is a bit luxurious compared to the two floors below.
A bald man with a gloomy expression was sitting on the sofa, and Samba brought Alfred to the man: "Boss, that's him."
The bald boss had a cigar in his mouth and a gold chain around his neck. He looked indifferently at Alfred, who was bleeding all over his body, and slowly stretched out his hand to pinch his chin with a little force. Alfred slowly opened it. He closed his eyes and saw the man in front of him who once dreamed of killing him, his eyes were full of hatred.
"Boy, I didn't expect that I would hide a guy like you under my command. You are very courageous."
The deep voice is full of oppression.
Alfred looked directly into the eyes of the bald boss, and suddenly spat on him. Kicked a few times.
The bald boss didn't seem to be moved, but took out a tissue from the box beside him, wiped his face, took a gun from his arms and aimed it at the weaker Alfred's head.
In the latter's eyes full of unwillingness and anger, he ruthlessly pulled the trigger.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Blood splattered, Alfred's head and chest had a few more muzzles, the flame in his eyes was extinguished, and finally he lost his voice completely.
"I chopped it up and fed it to the dog. By the way, I cut off the valuable organs from his body before chopping it up."
"It's the boss."
A few minutes later, Alfred's body was thrown onto a autopsy table in the morgue on the basement level. Samba walked behind the isolation zone and explained to several men who were eating.
Then he turned and left.
No one noticed that there was a trace of fire inexplicably on the already dead body of Alfred on the autopsy table.
Chapter 25: The Phoenix Reborn from the Ashes
Alfred died with a strong unwillingness, and now he is in a strange place.
What catches the eye is the boundless color of blood.
The ubiquitous hellfire made him feel like he was in a furnace, constantly burning his soul.
He was standing on the edge of a cliff, looking at the devastated, ugly purgatory that smelled of sulfur.
He thought of himself.
He stood there blankly, murmuring in a low voice.
"This is, hell? Because I died in vain, can't I go to heaven?"
"I'm not reconciled. Why, why did my parents suffer from unwarranted disasters? Why did my originally happy family break up? Why did I receive a warning after I filed a complaint with the police? Why is the world so unfair?"
"Why do I have to go to hell after I die, but let those villains get so rich?"
The flame of revenge in his heart was not only not extinguished because he came to hell, on the contrary, it became more vigorous. He hated, he hated those villains, hated the policemen who colluded with villains, and hated those who reported him and made him pay in vain.
Hatred twisted his mind.
But Alfred didn't realize that the smell of his soul, which was already hated to the extreme, attracted the demons and undead in hell.
Those greedy eyes stared at Alfred, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward like hungry wolves.
Tore Alfred's soul with sharp teeth.
The latter's soul felt the pain before waking up. He saw the ugly undead pounced on him, and Alfred fell into despair.
But the unruliness hidden in his personality made him unwilling to give up struggling even before he died. He stretched out his hand to grab the undead in front of him, opened his mouth and bit the other's neck, and tore off a piece of soul with his last strength.
Even if it attracts even more crazy eating.
Is that the end?
The soul became weaker and more transparent, Alfred smiled bitterly, and closed his eyes.
In hell, the soul also dies, where else will it go? Or is it completely dead?
A thought flashed through Alfred.
In a trance, an ethereal voice sounded, as if someone was calling him.
It was very quiet at first, but then it got louder and louder.
"Alfred~~Alfred~~"
Finally Alfred heard it clearly, he opened his eyes suddenly, the world in front of him was blank, as if he had come to a beautiful and dreamlike paradise, under the cherry blossom trees in the sky, a beautiful figure, with those pair of eyes The beautiful blue eyes looked at him quietly, full of sadness and kindness.
She was wearing a light white gauze, a crown of flowers and laurel on her head, and her blond hair was dancing in the wind.
Alfred looked at her and couldn't help but froze. He had never seen such a beautiful person. For some reason, he felt a kind of warmth from this woman that he had never felt since his parents left.
"Are you Athena?"
He seemed to remember it, he had seen it on the glass TV in the electrical store along the coast of the town, the legendary **** who descended to the world.
At the beginning, he had prayed and imagined that he could be chosen by the goddess to become a saint, so that he would have the power to take revenge, but unfortunately, the goddess of luck never favored him.
It's just that I didn't expect to see Athena before I died. Is it a hallucination?
"Have you given up, Alfred?"
The red lips of the goddess were slightly parted, and the voice was transmitted to his ears. The gentle girl washed his heart full of unwillingness and anger like a clear spring.
A little shy and afraid to look directly into those beautiful eyes, Alfred turned his head, thinking of his past, angry again, so that his tone was a bit dry: "What if you don't give up? I'm already dead. "