A question sounded philosophical or even strange, but it was the biggest doubt in the young man's heart.
And this weird question seemed to break something, causing waves in the stagnant room.
Among the numb and skinny crowd, an old-looking figure spoke hoarsely:
"You asked us who you are? Are you crazy too?"
Tilting his head, the young man didn't know what the other party meant.
"Don't you...don't remember what happened before?"
Seeing the young man's calm expression, which didn't seem to be pretentious, the old man sighed and whispered:
"It doesn't matter if you forget, it doesn't matter if you forget."
Shaking his head, pity flashed in the old man's eyes for a moment but it quickly dissipated, and he lowered his head and continued the work he stopped.
"Do you know my name?"
Because the old man was the only one who spoke, the young man walked up to him and asked after the others dispersed.
The old man looked at him with a complicated expression and continued working without answering.
He didn't answer, and the young man didn't leave, he just watched quietly.
"Don't stand here with me! You, alas... slaves have no names until they are bought by their masters."
Under unspeakable pressure, the old man finally said:
"You have no name. We may have had one at one time, but we no longer have one."
"Go to work! If... you don't want to be beaten to death like your parents."
Urged by the old man, the young man finally silently came to the place where he stood up.
That's it...
"I am a slave."
With this thought in mind, the young man joined the work force.
"And both parents are dead."
However, while thinking about it, he had a new question.
"Death, what is it?"
…
…
The concept of time in the dark is very blurry.
Every once in a while, some "food" will be delivered. Although it is cold and hard to swallow, at least it can barely fill the stomach.
The young man didn't know how much time had passed, he just felt that the wounds on his body seemed to have healed.
The only old man who was willing to speak might have had a name before, but he didn't want to mention it, so the young man didn't ask.
He didn't talk to other people, although no one came to him, and he kept working step by step.
And beneath his silent appearance, he never stopped thinking.
The young man felt that he had forgotten many things.
Not only the death of his parents and being born as the son of a slave, there seemed to be more things that he had forgotten.
So he has been trying to remember and pursue the lost past.
It's just that he didn't recall his "dead", nor did he find the answers to many questions.
And such peaceful days continued until that day came.
…
…
This is the base of a slave trader, and as slaves, they are its commodities. What they have to do is not just do some work that children can do.
Their real function is to be bought by others.
During the period of time when the boy was thinking, the number of slaves was constantly decreasing. Some of them were bought, and some were forcibly dragged away due to injuries and illnesses.
The young man witnessed all this but never did anything out of the ordinary.
Because in his observation, no matter what kind of situation, the slaves did not resist, and were even happy.
It seems that no matter what form it is, it is a kind of relief for them.
But that day, something was different.
The old man who had spoken to him was ill.
Even though he tried his best to hide it, his age still failed him, and he happened to collapse when the guards came in to check.
No slave trader would be willing to spend expensive medicines to treat a slave like him, let alone an old slave.
"Tsk, another old guy died. You...fool, you have to let me drag him out personally."
Just when the strong man was cursing and walking towards the old man, this time, the young man moved.
When he passed by the strong guard, he shook his body slightly and silently pulled out the short knife that the other man had on his waist.
Not a single sound was made!
The guard didn't notice at all and kept walking forward without noticing a shadow approaching from behind.
laugh.
"Damn, you are so unlucky, you...ah!!!"
The guard's knees weakened due to the sudden and severe pain in his heart, and he was about to fall down.
But just as he fell, a cold light streaked across his neck, opening a huge wound.
"Ho ho ho... no! Ahem!"
Blood spurted out, and the strong guard wanted to cover the wound, but suddenly his vision went dark.
The white blade made of steel inserted into the eye socket arbitrarily, and then stirred wantonly.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The guard didn't know why this happened, but he had no chance to find out.
Boom.
The corpse hit the cold, hard and dirty ground heavily, proving that a life was lost and it also woke up everyone who was stunned.
Under the horrified gaze of the slaves, the boy held the short knife painted red and white and inhaled hard.
"ha……"
The boy's body was splashed with blood. Compared to the body that had already been soaked in cold, the blood flowing from other people's bodies actually felt a little hot.
But under the water of blood, the boy who had always remained calm no matter what situation he faced suddenly had a different reaction.
He licked the blood splattered on his lips with the tip of his tongue and smiled.
It was the happy smile after the hunger in the chest was satisfied.
An unclear angry voice came from behind the iron gate. Someone came over quickly after realizing something was wrong:
"what happened!?"
"Isn't that guy dead?"
"Don't worry about it, go down and take a look!"
But the boy didn't care at all about the dangerous sounds approaching behind him.
"You killed him!?"
The old man who witnessed the shocking change at close range trembled his lips and said in disbelief:
"It's impossible to escape!"
"Why...save me?"
The young man thought for a while and said matter-of-factly to the old man:
"Because you want to live."
People who give up on living are not worthy of help, but people who are unwilling to give up are different.
"And I think the same thing."
elder:!!?
right.
The young man looked at the sluggish old man and laughed quietly:
"I want to live."
Although I still haven’t figured out what death is, and even though I don’t have a reason yet, but...
This was the only thing he thought clearly about during this period.
【Live.】
"……Are you crazy?"
Tilting his head, the young man nodded confidently:
"If I can survive by being crazy, I would rather be crazy."
After saying that, under the incomprehensible eyes of all the slaves, the young man took the initiative to push the door open and met several guards who rushed over to check the situation.