Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 1544 The dark days (1)

ps: I had a fever yesterday...

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The memory of this scene also ended with the heavy closing of the iron door.

The surroundings once again fell into the darkness of the subconscious.

Only Lynn stood there for a long time.

Because he never thought that his doll lady would have such an experience before she fell. She had a congenital mental disorder and was abandoned by her mother when she was very young. This is the whole story of the doll lady. The beginning of life?

If so, what happened next?

Why was she eventually transformed into a doll, and what was going on with the scars he saw on that girl's body?

And if it is a congenital disorder, how could the understanding that "you have to endure torture while alive" be born...

Linn frowned.

He didn't hesitate.

Once again, I rushed into the darkness, looking for the light spot of the new memory.

Many memories are not continuous. In this subconscious undercurrent, they are ups and downs and fragmented, but they can still be preserved here until now. That is enough to show that these memories have a profound memory for Miss Doll, and even curses cannot Erase them completely.

"found it!"

Again.

In the dark abyss, Linn saw several intertwined light spots.

Without any hesitation.

Linn once again dived into it, trying hard to trace Miss Doll's past in this dark abyss.

For an instant.

The picture in front of him rippled like ripples in the water, and then gradually took shape bit by bit. When Lin opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer the busy street just now. , but a cellar that never saw the light of day.

The damp and dark stone slabs were dripping with accumulated water, and the damp and smelly straw mats were beneath their feet. The squeaking sounds of mice could be vaguely heard in the darkness.

"time to eat!"

An emotionless voice came from an opening in the iron fence above the cellar.

Click.

The small hole was opened, and the light illuminated the narrow and damp cellar. The only light could vaguely see a dozen dirty children crowded in the deep cellar.

Followed by.

A bucket of sticky food that exuded a nauseating smell after fermentation was hung down by a rope by the person outside.

And just as soon as it landed.

The dozen or so children swarmed up like hungry animals, pushing and fighting, eagerly grabbing handfuls of the disgusting food from the bucket, and stuffing it into their mouths hungrily. Just like in this dark underground, even this kind of food is already a rare delicacy.

Those stronger and older children can obviously win more nutrients in such competition for food.

And those mutilated, thin children can only pick up the insignificant scraps left by the food.

But the amount of supplies was already insufficient.

Therefore, children die here every day, and many children are not discovered by outsiders until the day after they die, and by that time, only the remains of bones are left.

"Eat."

In that dark corner.

A hand covered with scars stretched out. In her hand, she held some sticky food that had been snatched from the barrel and handed it to her side in a low voice.

The little girl opened her eyes, hugged the obviously damaged stuffed doll tightly, and looked at the food that was handed to her.

"A little girl like you who can't speak will die the fastest here."

The voice came from the direction of the hand in the darkness.

"If you don't rob or find food, you will soon get sick and unable to move. Even if you are not beaten to death by people outside, you will be eaten by people here. Do you want to be eaten? I After eating, he was my first friend here. He had one of his hands broken during the day and died next to me at night. I was very hungry, so I ate a little of him."

"You are my second friend here, so you'd better not die. If you die, I will eat you too."

The voice was clear, like it was all natural.

And in this dark and depressing environment, such a clear voice is almost rare.

Her stomach growled.

A smile appeared on the face of the child in the darkness.

She finally couldn't help but stretched out her little hand, grabbed a little from her hand, put it in her mouth, lowered her head, and chewed and swallowed hard.

The gaze in the darkness fell on the doll in her arms.

Then subconsciously.

It seemed like he wanted to reach out and touch him.

But the little girl hugged the doll tighter almost out of reflex and huddled in the corner. Her eyes were empty, but she still protected the one in her arms as if instinctively. The doll, that stuffed animal.

"Don't worry, I won't steal your stuff. I'm just curious. Why are you holding that doll? Is it really important to you?"

the voice asked curiously.

But she didn't answer, she just lowered her head and remained motionless.

"But you were still very powerful yesterday. I thought you were stupid and didn't react to anything. It doesn't seem to be the case. When that guy sneak attacked me, your bite hurt him to death. His hand was useless. , he will probably be thrown into the sea to feed the fish tomorrow, if he doesn’t die tonight.”

On the other side of the cellar, a boy with a ulcerated wrist looked at them bitterly, but he did not dare to approach.

The figure leaned next to her.

She looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, and had been beaten a lot more than that girl. Her face and arms were covered with whip marks, and she had dirty short hair, but her face had the same look as the cellar. The depressing environment is completely different from the overflowing expression.

"My name is Shirley. I'm the oldest here. I can still eat even if there's nothing left, so I'm stronger than all of them."

"From now on, you will be my little follower, and I promise that no one will bully you here."

"Of course, most of the time they are too hungry to bully."

This is an underground factory near the port.

Before the Child Labor Restraint Act was enacted, this underground factory had been employing child labor for a long time. After the Act was enacted, everything went underground.

Steam, chimneys, coal, gears, the operation of large machinery.

The entire class is also very clearly divided in this factory. The upper class is the contract workers with employment contracts. They have basic security and wages. They have also fought for the reduction of working hours to twelve hours a day during multiple strikes by the union. hours of benefits.

The next level down is workers without employment contracts. They are not protected by the Labor Act and have to work more than sixteen hours a day.

And at the bottom.

They are those slaves who were resold to factories for various reasons. Although slavery was abolished a few years ago, due to inertia, many places still maintain the tradition of using slaves.

And they.

It can't even be called child labor. They are just a group of children who were trafficked here and belong to the lower class even among slaves.

During the day, most of them will be stuffed into the gaps between the large gears of the machine tools that have been in disrepair for a long time underground. Because of their small stature, only children like them can do it. They are required to operate the high-temperature large machinery. , constantly clean up various impurities generated during the operation of the machinery, or lubricate some important bearings and gears.

In a huge old factory that is constantly in operation.

At least dozens of children like them are needed every day to keep the gears maintained and running.

Because compared to children like them who can consume in batches with just a few change, the funds and costs required for a large-scale renovation and maintenance of the entire factory's machinery and structure cannot be confused at all.

after all.

In this era, human life is the least valuable thing.

puff-

"Caught!"

Along with the squeaking sound, the huge mouse was nailed directly to the door of the mouse hole with a rusty iron piece.

The figure skillfully and quickly pinched the mouse's mouth and nose, and soon the mouse stopped moving due to suffocation. She quickly cut and deboned the mouse with the piece of iron, her face With that overflowing expression, he whispered:

"See? If you can learn this, your chances of survival will also be greater. These mouse holes are in all directions, and they live better than us. They eat what the foremen eat, and we eat They, look at this one, how fat it is."

She deftly cuts off a piece of rat meat.

Put it in your mouth and chew hard.

"Don't eat this. Many children will get sick the next day after eating this. If they get sick, they will be thrown into the sea. Just eat what's in the bucket. Although it's hard to eat, at least you won't die."

She is experienced, optimistic, strong, laughs, and is like a mother, even though she is only 12 years old.