Wet, dark, dirty, depressing.

This is the largest slum street in Xingcheng.

Rats and cockroaches can climb over the streets without restraint. No one will be surprised by their appearance, and they are even too lazy to take a look.

There are homeless people drinking and dreaming everywhere on the street. Occasionally, one or two women pass by, and they will quickly leave here with their heads curled up.

At night, this is the most unsafe place in Xingcheng.

"Say, where did that money go!"

The shrill screams cut through the night sky, and you could even hear the sound of sticks hitting the flesh.

In the dark alleys, the street lights were all breathless and breathless. They occasionally flashed a few times to indicate that they were about to die.

This is an alley, with dozens of low houses crowded together inseparable. In front of the door is the always wet street, filled with an unbearable stench. On the other side is the road ahead that barely remains clean.

At this moment, in front of a dilapidated hut, several women wearing old clothes looked at a place with numb eyes.

There is a more dilapidated building, with a corridor running through the entire floor, and every two meters there is a wooden door.

At this moment, a girl in a gray T-shirt was kneeling there in front of a wooden door. Even if she was kneeling, her expression was stubborn.

She has extremely beautiful facial features and has a pair of eyes that look like a night view of the starry sky. However, because of her extremely poor complexion and her long-term malnutrition, her beauty cannot be fully displayed.

Now because of the pain, she bit her lips tightly, and the wooden sticks were greeted with sticks. Her forehead was already in pain, and it seemed that she was about to faint at any time.

Her name is Pei Ruo, and the person who beat her was her adoptive father Yuan Xinzheng, an addict who is addicted to gambling and also likes domestic violence.

At this moment, the adoptive father beat her and was asking where she was going for hundreds of dollars.

It's just a few hundred yuan. It's true that Pei Ruo knew who took the money away. It was Yuan Xinzheng's thirteen-year-old son who had taken it. But even if Yuan Xinzheng knew it, he wouldn't blame him too much. The responsibility would always be on Pei Ruo.

The person who took the money hid behind his mother in the house and watched Pei Ruo be beaten, his eyes full of gloating.

If you get the money, there are still people to stop the disaster. Where can I find such a good thing?

The adoptive mother Su Meiling also looked at Pei Ruo indifferently, and her voice sarcastically echoed: "Bit is to beat her until she admits it! She dares to take all the money in the family. It is a few hundred yuan. If you take it, you won't admit it!"

Pei Ruo didn't say a word.

It’s useless to know that saying a word is useless, and this is not the first time something similar has happened. The adoptive parents know who took the money, and they just need an excuse to vent.

She looked into the distance, and the direction she was kneeling was the bright lights of Xingcheng, tall buildings, neon lights, and skyscrapers lined up, which was another world that Pei Ruo could not have imagined. There was a place where only the formal residents of Xingcheng were qualified to live.

She is just the lowest population among thousands of cities in the world - the poor.

It shouldn't be like this, her intuition told her that she shouldn't be like this in her life.

Unfortunately, she was powerless to resist.

Sometimes she had a headache for no reason, but for no reason, her head seemed to be in severe pain again.

With a "bang", Yuan Xinzheng hit her with a stick.
Chapter completed!