Benita struggled to open her sandy eyelids.

The girl used her slender arms to lift herself up from the ground, seeing darkness in front of her eyes.

The girl waved her arms in mid-air, trying to grab something to keep herself standing.

A cold and hard touch came from the palm of my hand.

The girl did not panic. Instead, she took a deep breath and slowly touched the metal bars and rough stone walls in her hands, gradually constructing the shapes of the objects before her birth in her mind.

A cell.

Benita continued to check her body. Her clothes had not been changed, there were no handcuffs or shackles, and she had not been searched. It seemed that no one thought that a twelve-year-old girl would carry any dangerous items.

Her last memory was of someone approaching her from behind, and then her eyes fell into darkness.

Who did it? For what? Is there any chance to escape?

These were the three questions that flashed through her mind in an instant.

There is another one, why is it her?

"Is anyone there?" Benita asked with a trembling voice.

"Hmph, don't even think about escaping. Sister, I've been trying for several days since I came in. It's impossible for you to escape. Even if you leave the cell, you can't get around the guards." A voice said hoarsely and

A powerful female voice sounded.

Benita looked in the direction of the sound and could see the outline of a figure.

Another downcast male voice sounded:

"Oh, no one will care about people like us if they disappear. What will happen if we die?"

The hoarse female voice sneered:

"You are a loser, but don't compare me with you. I was a figure before I came in. I have no shortage of wine and beauties."

The downcast male voice said:

"Besides these, do you have anything else worth remembering? The famous female thief Naomi, you arrived here a month earlier than me, but after a month, no one continues to talk about your deeds.

"The same goes for the people you helped. They may still blame you for not coming back to pay them. Even if they know your situation, they will probably blame you for being too careless."

The husky female voice said nonchalantly:

"I only become a thief to seek excitement. I don't need anyone to worry about me. It doesn't matter. I will leave here anyway. Maybe if you flatter me these days, I may come back and take you out."

The man chuckled lightly, and then he coughed violently:

"Hahahahaha, cough, cough, newcomer, let me tell you, when that guy first came here, he was as high-spirited as he is now. He didn't believe that this was her grave. As a result, she was thrown back just ten minutes after she escaped from the cell.

.”

Naomi argued:

"It's better than you not even having the courage to escape."

The man smiled and said:

"If I ran away with you, my throat would be slashed by the blade."

Benita took advantage of the argument between the two to raise a crucial question:

"Where is this place? What will happen to us?"

The air became silent for a moment.

The first time Benita spoke too quietly, they didn't hear the girl's age.

The man asked:

"How old are you?"

Benita replied:

"twelve."

The hoarse female voice said:

"Fuck, those bastards."

The man adjusted his mental state and explained:

“We don’t know exactly where this is, but if we want to describe it, this is a garbage dump.

"It's full of guys who disappear and no one cares. Little guy, it's no surprise that rotten people like us show up here, but how did you end up here? Where are your parents?"

Benita replied:

"I have no parents."

The hoarse female voice sounded a little more depressed:

"Basically, after people who come here disappear, no one will take the time and effort to find them, and no one will care. Because of this, it is estimated that no one will come to rescue them."

Benita said:

"But, but my sister will be worried about me."

Naomi asked:

"How is your relationship with your sister?"

Benita replied:

"She will definitely look for me like crazy. If she can't find me..."

Benita had already imagined her sister's haggard appearance.

Naomi said:

"It seems your family doesn't have much power."

Benita said:

"Well, we both live in the ghetto."

The downcast male voice said:

"Hey, little girl, let me tell you a story."

Benita replied:

"what story?"

The man smiled:

"You must have heard the protagonist's name. He is a wealthy businessman with a reputation throughout Fors."

Benita exclaimed:

"Mr. Wright?"

The man couldn't stop coughing:

"Ahem, who is Wright? I am a famous philanthropist and factory owner who loves his employees, Palmer."

Benita said hesitantly:

"Palmer? That name sounds so familiar. I must have heard it somewhere, but I just can't remember it."

Hearty female laughter sounded:

"Hahahahaha, Palmer, I have never heard of your name, why are you pretending to be a big shot here?"

Although she was laughing, Naomi was also a little surprised because Palmer had never talked to her about his past.

Palmer snorted coldly:

"Don't interrupt, I used to be a wealthy businessman with a beautiful wife and two lovely daughters. Everyone who knows me admires my generosity and kindness.

"But one day, the kind-hearted businessman failed, and there was a financial problem. His businessmen would not be able to eat, his daughter would not be able to go to school, and his wife would not be able to buy cosmetics.

"At this critical moment, a friend who had been helped by him came here, and the friend who was previously poor also spent money lavishly. The businessman was curious about where he got so much money.

"My friend repeatedly rejected the businessman's inquiries, but in the end he failed to resist the other party's entreaties, let alone the devil in his heart.

"Two people came to the casino, and the businessman and his friend lost completely.

"Losing money will not affect your life, but there will be huge problems in the operation of the factory. At this time, the devil also lives in the heart of the businessman.

“Time after time, I tried to make money with red eyes, throwing money into the sea of ​​gambling regardless of advice, and took out my failure grievances on my relatives and friends around me. The factory closed down, my friends broke up, and my wife divorced.

"When a man wakes up, it is already too late. He is burdened with huge debts. All the people who trusted him before are unwilling to help him. His wife has also married other people with their children. A man with no money but an honest man

divided man.

"It seems that out of pity for him, or because he already knew that there was no profit to be made, the casino did not continue to pursue his debt, but he could only drink and get drunk every day.

"The wife he once loved has become someone else's woman, his lovely children are looking at him with fear, the workers who depend on him for life are unwilling to mention him, and the friends who need to borrow money from him are beyond his reach.

"It's all because he has a friend who is short of money and wants to defraud him of fifty pounds."

The man stopped talking.

Benita asked:

"what's next?"

The man laughed twice:

"The story has been told."

Benita asked:

"But the businessman has not been rescued yet. He is obviously a good person."

Palmer said meaningfully:
Chapter completed!