Yevgeny knew the ecosystem in the gutter very well. After Peter covered his head and wailed in pain for a while, he picked up the vodka on the ground and drank it.

It is not appropriate to say that drinking is just to pour tons of wine, which is more heroic than adults.

"Tons and tons, I'm going to kill him..." Peter's consciousness blurred after drinking so quickly, and the pain from the wound on his forehead was quickly suppressed.

"Peter, you're drunk."

"I don't."

I don’t know where these wines come from, but the taste and wine are so big that they are so big. I don’t know which bad-hearted factory is the inferior product. However, with the penny and age in the pockets of homeless children, it is impossible to buy them from regular channels.

After roaring for a while, Peter was irritable again, and then fell to the ground and fell asleep. A few sips of strong wine, his stomach worked more than medicine, and everyone could continue to drink the remaining wine.

"Peter was asleep and finally quiet."

"We'll give the rest of the wine one minute."

The pipes were filled with a smell of intoxicating alcohol. A group of quails squeezed together, and Varikin, who had just turned ten, also joined the drinking.

I don’t know whose phone played rock music, and under the lead singer’s charming voice and percussion, the pipes were filled with psychedelic feeling, like a group of demons dancing around.

From six or seven years old to fifteen or sixteen years old, there are boys and girls. Even in such a difficult environment, many girls still hold shabby dolls or heart-shaped pillows in their hands, and they are all toys and garbage that come out of nowhere.

Yevgeny did not join the party of the drunkards, but he couldn't control Little Varianjing, so there was no need to care about it. After all, it was not included with Little Varianjing. There were several followers behind him one after another. The followers might listen to him at the beginning, but over time they didn't know where to mess around.

Whether you can survive in the ecosystem of Thousand Tops City depends not only on the help of others, but if you are desperate, there will be no light in the future.

With the light of the flashlight, Yevgeny spread the curled newspaper, carefully following the information on it, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

The messy gutter party lasted until the second half of the night, and the drunken wanderers fell asleep while pillowing each other.

Folding the newspaper, Yevgeny fell asleep without long after holding the accordion.

"Peter! Peter!"

Yevgeny was awakened by the sharp screams, and he looked sleepyly in the messy gutter.

Peter was pulled up by two wanderers. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and blood was flowing on his neck. The blood had already dried up, leaving only dark brown marks.

"Peter is dead," said a wanderer after measuring his breath, "He died when we are all drunk."

Faced with Peter's death, everyone was too calm, and only a few children who had a good time with Peter couldn't help crying.

But most children still look cold, and they have seen a lot of such things.

"But I didn't hear him asking for help last night."

"I was drunk and fell asleep to death, and died in my dream."

"That seems good, it's much better than freezing and dying, and there's no pain when you die."

"Yes, I remember Nicholas, it happened two years ago. He was sick and dead. Sometimes I can dream of his pain in my dreams."

As they were talking in a few words, these half-aged children were not panicked. With the leadership of the experienced children, they worked together to carry Peter out first.

Wrap Peter in a wide dress and bury him in a different way.

"Yevgeni..." Little Varianjin had sobered up. He looked at Peter's body in fear. Not long after he became a wandering child, he had not been exposed to the bad situation of death among the people around him. "What should I do if Peter dies?"

"We don't need to worry about contacting his family later."

"Peter, Peter has family? Then why do he still wander?" Little Varianjin widened his eyes and could not digest Yevgeny's words for a while.

He was a child who sneaked out of the orphanage. In Varianjing's concept, only parents-free children like him will become homeless children. Those who have parents, who do not live in a warm home, and another one who is not happy but also normal in childhood.

Peter had parents, which was completely different from his ideas.

"No one said that if you have parents, you can't wander." Yevgeny didn't know how to explain this problem. He had heard Peter talk about his parents. His father was an alcoholic and his mother was also an unrestrained woman. After the two divorced, they were sentenced to their mother. Even though they had been wandering outside for two or three years, their family did not try to call the child back.

But this time, even the people were dead, so I should have come forward, otherwise the little homeless children would not have the money to hold a funeral and would not be able to make up for the expenses when they went to the crematorium.

"Will Peter be punished if he was beaten to death by Igor?" Varianjing still had a little bit of conception of good and evil.

He was a child who escaped from the orphanage. Lucia's orphanage is not a clean place. Because Lucia has many orphans, many international "caring people" turned their attention to Lucia's orphans.

The 'caring people' use money to open up the orphanage, take away the high-quality orphans, and then wrap them in the cloak of love. Only a very small number of orphans will be adopted by normal families.

A black and dirty bloody industrial chain has existed in Eastern Europe, and Southeast Europe for 30 years. Lucia's Prime Minister simply legislated a few years ago that banned foreigners from adopting Lucia's orphans.

However, this is only closed from a regular passage, and there are still various private transactions among the people, and people can do anything for money.

Yevgeny shook his head. No child would choose to go to the police station to complain. Not to mention that the police were unwilling to deal with it, could I convict Igor even if he deals with it? Besides, there would be no such kind-hearted policeman at all.

"Why is this so? This is dead."

Varianjing shook his head, and could not accept what was happening in front of him no matter what.

He didn't know the power and extraordinary in the world. Every time he took action, he would suffer hundreds of casualties. Peter, who died in front of him, was the whole picture of the world that Varianjing could recognize. The already tragic world became even more terrifying in front of him.

"Yevgeni, where are you going? Are you going to the station?" Varianjin saw at a glance that Yevgeni did not carry his beloved accordion. The worn accordion was Yevgeni's money-making artifact.

With his talent, Yevgeny was able to beg for much more money than other children.

"I won't go to the station today, you can go by yourself."

"Then where are you going? Can I follow?"

"No." Yevgeni walked out, looking at the direction of the central administrative region with a burning look.
Chapter completed!