"That one hundred yuan was not picked up, it was earned by me."
The night was dimly lit by neon lights, and the streets of Shouhui Street were busy as usual. A group of street children walked through the crowd.
At the end of the day, Star Child had already exchanged the hundred yuan for food. If he didn't spend it, he would be in danger of being robbed. Someone actually picked up the money before, but when the news was leaked, it was robbed by another group of older children.
One hundred yuan was enough for her to eat for a few days, but she also fed her three other friends, and it was all gone in one day.
"Will there be any money left tomorrow?" asked a little boy named Fei Mi. He didn't eat much, but he had gained weight.
"Did you really accept the boss?" the little boy named Mike asked, "Who can accept me?"
Although the star child is less than seven years old, she is very clever. The boss is not particularly willing to take her in. "I can't make the decision. I have a share of food, so I will share some with you."
A little girl of the same age named Moriko gnawed on the bread and nodded, "I will share the money when I make it. We are friends."
They were a group of four children and had been hanging out together for a while.
No one can tell where they come from, and they don't know the place very well. One day, my father died, my mother died, or disappeared, or they have never been seen before, and so on.
"Is your boss great?" Feimi asked.
They were too fat and too thin. As they were passing through the crowd, they were almost bumped into by several muscular men from the game gang. One of the muscular men cursed: "You little devil, you have eyes. Believe it or not, I will kill you all."
Beat him to death."
The four of them paid no attention and ran away quickly.
"Awesome, of course it's awesome!" Xingtong responded, not telling a lie: "The boss of the Game Gang has to help move things at my boss's place. I saw it with my own eyes."
That day, she actually saw two older sisters on the street outside the apartment building where the eldest daughter lived.
One of them is the flesh-and-blood girl today, the other one is not seen today, but there is another more beautiful one today.
"Eyeliner!" Xingtong was a little proud, that's what the flesh-and-blood female sister said.
She is no longer an ordinary street rat, she has a boss and an identity...
"What is that?" Fatty scratched his head stupidly, Moriko just laughed, and Mike continued to nudge Star Child to introduce him to her boss, "We can form a gang!"
"Everyone says it's impossible now." Xingtong added, "Go faster, otherwise it will be gone!"
She ran towards a side street, and several other children followed quickly.
When they approached the street, they saw a pile of new garbage placed at the entrance of the alley. They rushed up to rummage through it. The passers-by who walked by avoided a little, and the call girl threw the cigarette butts she wanted to throw into the garbage.
Go to the sewer entrance on the other side.
The four of them were not looking for food, but something valuable.
Some older children have told them that if they want to survive on the streets, they must know how to pick up trash.
There is a residential building next to this street, and residents often throw out debris. It is a popular place for picking up rubbish. However, older children like to stay in clubs, capsule hotels, shopping malls, and other places where the rubbish contains more good things.
But it wasn't their turn to pick it up. They were lucky enough to pick it up at this alleyway.
"Ah!" Xingtong was really lucky today. He just opened an untied black plastic garbage bag and saw that in addition to some domestic garbage, there was a pair of white adult women's sneakers.
She hurriedly grabbed the boots and lifted them out, almost holding them in her arms.
I saw that the shoes were not torn or torn, just a little old, and there were some garbage stains on them, but she patted them, wiped them and blew them, and they were just like new ones, the laces were still there, and there was still a faint sparkle on the soles.
"Wow, these shoes." Feimi, Mike and Senzi were also happy. They could be worth more than ten yuan if sold to a rag collector.
The star boy really liked it when he saw it, so he took off the little worn-out slippers he was wearing and tried to put on this pair of sneakers.
But the shoes were too big for her, and her feet were not enough to wear them. It looked funny to step in them, which made several children happy.
"Haha." Xingtong himself was also happy, dragging his big shoes for a few steps, like a street juggler.
She wanted to find a hole in the wall to put the shoes instead of selling them for more than ten yuan. She wanted to wear them when she grew up.
Suddenly, at one end of the main street, the sound of police cars was heard.
The harsh noise covered up the music playing in the shops on both sides of the street and silenced the noisy people.
People on the road ducked aside, and saw a motorcade from the Metropolitan Police Department driving over.
Several ferocious mechanical motorcycles opened the road in front. The female police officers and male police officers on the vehicles were all wearing semi-armored uniforms, followed by many police cars and transport vehicles, all with machine guns on the bodies and the words "Metropolitan Police Department" printed on them.
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There is also the logo of the Special Service Section of the Anti-Crime Patrol Department. These people are not here because of any cases.
Anti-criminal patrol means that even if no one commits a crime, they will arrest people everywhere.
The headlights of the mechanical motorcycle scanned the surroundings, sweeping past several groups of street children on both sides of the street.
"Kids, let's go!" Someone suddenly shouted on the street, "The Metropolitan Police is here to arrest people! Let's go, or you will be finished!" Suddenly, there was an explosion on the street, and passers-by exclaimed.
Sometimes it happens that there are too many rats and dogs on the street, or there is a shortage of workers in a factory, and the Metropolitan Police will clean it up.
In the past few days, the Metropolitan Police Department has been cleaning up Kabukicho in order to make the audition venue for some sort of Streamer City Talent Show cleaner and more peaceful, and this has caused dissatisfaction on the streets.
At this time, the street children dispersed like a panicked pack of rats and fled towards the alleys.
At the same time, some passers-by deliberately blocked the special service police officers coming off the transport truck to buy the mice time.
But these anti-criminal police dogs have always been rough. Each of them holds a baton and wears a small submachine gun. Some of them are equipped with exoskeleton mechanical armor. In addition to two hands, there are also two robotic hands.
"We are taking in street children, taking them to orphanages, and arranging a better living environment for them."
A serious voice came from the police car's horn, "Children, don't be afraid, we are the police."
"Go!" However, people were still shouting one after another in the streets.
The star boy jumped away from the big shoes in a hurry, and as soon as he grabbed the pair of shoes, he didn't have time to put on the worn slippers, so he ran into the alley with his bare feet. He looked back and called his companions.
"Let's go!"
She wasn't particularly sure why she ran away, but as long as she could remember, everyone said she had to run away in such a situation.
The older kids said that, and everyone on the street said that.
We can't be caught by those people, those are the bank's thugs...
"Faimi! Moriko!" Xingtong couldn't help shouting at this time and kept walking.
She saw two companions who were stunned and walking slowly were caught by tall semi-armored uniformed policemen. They were unable to move, like mice trapped in a net. They could only be carried by others and thrown into a car.
In the transport vehicle.
Mike ran faster, but not as fast as her, and was quickly caught by a policeman's robotic arm.
Xingtong felt even more confused, but continued to run away from the noise on the street.
Her bare feet were constantly pricked by the sand, gravel and unknown garbage on the alley ground, and she almost turned her feet. However, she did not stop and rushed across the alley to the other side, only to see that the street on this side also had police sirens.
Make a loud noise.
Star Boy glanced left and right, then hugged his sneakers and ran in one direction with bare feet.
There was chaos everywhere on the street. Some gang members and homeless people who blocked the street were beaten down with police batons and put into cars.
The rain began to fall at night, which wetted people's faces and obscured the light of neon signs on the street.
The rain also fell on the wrestling gang's large warehouse. The canopy was opened over the warehouse, allowing the rain to fall onto the ring and the auditorium.
It was another barbed wire electric current blasting death fighting match. The street dog spectators gathered around the ring and shouted excitedly. The four wrestlers were in a stalemate, and their bodies were covered with bruises and blood and rainwater.
The sound of rock music is also playing, and Boxer’s high-pitched singing seems to still be wandering here:
I have some good looks here, I guarantee you a wonderful night.
The world is in turmoil, people are uneasy, shrimp fried rice is so damn delicious!
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Mike, Feimi and Moriko were all caught by the special service police and put into the same transport vehicle. Dozens of street children were crowded into the not-so-spacious back compartment. Their dirty clothes and hair made the air that was difficult to circulate stink.
of.
The iron plate of the carriage had no windows, so they could not see what was going on outside and could only hear vague chaotic sounds.
As time passed, the number of street rats caught on the bus continued to increase, making it so crowded that no one could turn around.
Everyone looked at each other, not saying much, and some children were sobbing.
"What should we do..." Moriko asked fearfully, she was never the one to make decisions.
"Let's run away when we have the chance..." Mike looked at the children around him, "The star boy ran away, someone can run away."
"I was thinking, they are the police." Feimi scratched his head, "If we go to the orphanage, can we have enough to eat?"
The three of them muttered a few words, but no one was sure, and they gradually fell silent.
No police came to talk to them again. After a while, the transport truck started moving and the convoy left the street.
Dozens of children were just crowded in the small carriage, it was a mess, bumpy and bumpy, some kept crying, some fell asleep. The motorcade drove for a while, stopped for a while, and it was unknown how far it had traveled.
When Mike and the others were kicked out of the car, they came down to a factory building. Although the sky was overcast, it was already daytime.
There were many transport trucks of the same style around, and groups of homeless children, both male and female, big and small, were also driven out of the vehicles. They looked around at the surrounding factory buildings.
There were large trucks coming and going on the road, and some adults in blue uniforms passed by in a hurry without even looking at them.
Mike knows a few words, learn a little from this and a little from that.
At this time, he saw a passing truck with the words "Kabukicho" graffiti on it. Was he still in Kabukicho?
"Aren't you going to the welfare home..." Feimi muttered blankly, "Can we have enough food here..."
The large group of children were immediately driven towards an iron shed warehouse by a group of blue-clad factory adults.
The previous police officers were gone, but these adults were holding batons in their hands and looking serious. The middle-aged man leading the team looked at these ignorant street rats and said in a deep voice:
"This is a welfare home. The welfare home does not support people in vain. You have to work here and support yourself."
Mike could only follow the group and could not find a chance to escape.
In this way, the street rats were driven into teams of men and women, and entered different warehouses. They all took off their dirty clothes, were washed by water cannons, and then put on a small-size blue factory suit.
uniform.
Immediately afterwards, the two teams reunited and were driven into a large nearby workshop, with constant clanking sounds.
Mike looked around at the mechanical workbenches put together one after another, and there were many things he couldn't name.
The middle-aged man who led the team said that they would first learn how to work here. They were all very simple assembly line assembly tasks. Even if they were mentally retarded, they could learn it after repeating it several times.
Mike, Fei Mi, Mori Zi, and other children watched in confusion and silence the teachings of several masters, as well as the demonstrations of the older children who had been working in the orphanage for some time.
How to put some established electronic accessories from here on the mechanical workbench to here, and assemble them into TV sets in just a few steps.
In this workshop, only one assembly line is used for teaching, and the other assembly lines are in production.
There is a child worker in blue sitting next to each workbench. Their heads are lowered, their young but rough hands are repeating the assembly operations, and their faces are expressionless.
On the iron shed walls surrounding the workshop, there are several lines of slogans in eye-catching colors painted everywhere:
