In the end, the two homeless people were stung by Otoya's anti-wolf spray.
When a strange language suddenly appeared behind them, the two homeless people didn't take it seriously. They couldn't understand what he said. It took a while to see clearly the hands of the man who was wrapped in black and was as thin as a ghost.
He held a gun and pointed it straight at them.
The reason why I could tell it was a man was because of his stature and the way he walked. Nordic women are much taller and thinner, but no woman walks like that man. He has long steps, but it is obvious that he is a man.
It seemed like he was walking very hard, especially his left leg, which moved stiffly with every step. He looked anxious and angry.
Most of his face was covered by messy and thick hair, and only his lips, which were wet with mist, could be seen under the bridge of his nose.
Otoya was sandwiched between the two homeless people and the man. It was not a straight line. The man was diagonally behind her. Otoya felt that he was walking towards her. From time to time, she could hear a faint gasp. In the condensing night, Otoya felt that he was walking towards her.
It was particularly harsh. Otoya put his hands in his coat pockets and held the bottle of anti-wolf spray tightly in his left hand. This was an indispensable piece of equipment when traveling at night.
But obviously the nosy person behind her didn't know that she was on guard. Still chattering in complicated language that the homeless people couldn't understand, Otoya smiled faintly.
When the two homeless men rushed past, Otoya did not stop them. On the contrary, she simply ducked sideways.
"Don't come here! If you move again, I'll really shoot!" The man stepped back, the oversized hat of his black cotton coat fell off in the flowing wind, and his bird's nest-like hairstyle swayed.
In the end, before he had time to shoot, the two homeless men kicked each other, and the man fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
In the heavy fog, Otoya turned around and looked at everything calmly, her bright eyes indifferent. She heard the two homeless men whispering in low voices, and they were full of ridicule.
"Fool."
"There's something wrong with your brain."
"I think so. Just ignore him and do your business."
"It's been a long time since I met an Oriental girl. I'm not out of luck tonight."
Otoya's rude French language mixed with the smell of wine, he never knew that French could be so unpleasant and made people want to vomit. The two homeless men drank a lot and used the alcohol to hit people. Now they were walking staggeringly, and they were walking in the distance.
When Mi took three steps, Otoya sneered, took out the spray from his pocket and sprayed it on the two of them.
Screams and curses and the sound of running away with tail between legs.
Half a minute later, the street returned to the silence it deserved. Otoya put away the spray, turned around and looked at the motionless body that was hidden in the thick fog and merged with the floor.
He pressed his fingers tightly on his curled up left leg. He looked very painful, but he refused to make a sound. He must have gritted his teeth to endure it.
Otoya raised his lips and looked at him again with a cold expression, then turned around and walked into the alley. He had always been like this.
When she was almost at the door of her house, she turned around again like a ghost. The thick white mist curled up on her fingertips, covering her eyes. It also naturally covered the redness on the edges of her eye circles, but it could not cover the soreness on the tip of her nose.
The sadness that makes me want to cry.
The road was not long, but Otoya walked long enough. She took a step forward and paused for three seconds, and then took another step and paused for another three seconds. When she arrived in front of the man, her tasseled high-heeled shoes with rhinestones stained the soles of her feet.
pain.
She squatted down. The fingertips of the man holding his left leg were much whiter. The back of his hand was smooth and smooth, and the fingers were long and straight. If it weren't for being too thin, Otoya thought he could be called good-looking.
The man was mixed in the thick fog, and his long hair on the sides quickly eroded away from the night, leaving only a handful of gray hair tips that could not be filtered out and naturally hanging down along the temples, just covering his side face.
The thick, spurned stubble disappeared, and his clean face stood out. You could clearly see every green stubble sticking out of his skin, and the messy lines next to the first button of his black coat, but his face was
It's completely blank.
Just like her heart, it's blank.
Otoya saw his pink-painted hand pick up the gun that fell on the ground, and quickly put it into the pocket of his black cotton coat hanging on the ground.
During the whole process, she didn't say a word, and the man couldn't utter even half a syllable. The man kept his head hanging down at the same angle, without moving, which made her wonder if his neck was broken.
She suddenly became unhappy and stood up suddenly, too fast and too violently. Her vision went dark, and the smell of alcohol in her stomach rushed to her forehead, making her unable to open her eyes again.
His body was hanging in the air and then fell down. The man raised his eyes. Perhaps his thin face and sharp hair made his eyes, which were not small in the first place, too big.
Otoya, who was falling with her back to the man, didn't know that the man straightened his legs in a hurry, folded his right leg on his left leg, stretched out his pole-like arms, and caught her steadily.
Then there was a scream that could be heard throughout the alley, and the lights of the houses on the roadside were turned on one after another. Only Otoya was lying in the arms that were shaking because of pain, sleeping soundly.
The man let out a long sigh and stared straight at her peaceful sleeping face. His deep eyes seemed to have fallen into the blue ocean, and the big waves would never surface again.
You Ru heard the noise and ran over from the living room to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, in addition to the heavy mist pouring in, there was also Mommy's body falling in against the door. Ru Ru yelled, not knowing what was going on and not knowing what to do. She cried and called Mommy,
But Yinmi didn't wake up. He touched her bright white face again with his little hand, but there was still no response.
Sayazi cried even harder.
The man who was leaning against the wall outside the door, grinning and enduring the pain, suddenly grinned, and a hoarse, unpleasant laugh rippled out.
Ru Ru couldn't pull Mommy, and Mommy was stuck in the crack of the door. The door couldn't be closed. She was worried that Mommy would be cold, so she went into the house and took a blanket to cover Mommy, squatting next to her and sobbing.
Shedding tears.
Suddenly, an extremely hoarse bass voice came from outside. It sounded strange and vague at first, but then I understood a sentence.
Authentic Chinese.
Ru Ru had dreamed about it many times in her dream, and the voice was different every time, but she knew it was the same person speaking... words.
The words made the little girl shed more tears for some unknown reason.
"Little girl, can you get me a blanket too? I'm cold too."