Chapter 2 Capsized in the gutter

"Do you still remember where your home is? Is there anyone at home? Just remember to nod." I opened my mouth, but found that my mind went blank. I can’t remember where my home is, who else is there, or what my parents’ names are! I can't even remember my own name. I looked at her in horror and could only make a hehe sound. The girl sighed. She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, but she looked old-fashioned. "There is a copper coin mark on your back. This is because someone has robbed you of your life, so you have lost part of your memory. No wonder you were sent to Jieqiang to make animals. This is to cut off your original destiny and prevent you from being punished in the future. It involves. The person who sent you here will definitely come back here to confirm whether you have turned into an animal! He should know who robbed you of your life." She hesitated, looked at the bald man's body, then looked at me, and finally sighed heavily. "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let you help. I wanted to save some energy, but it only caused more trouble." I looked at her blankly, at a loss. "Boy, the guy who sold you to Jie Qiang will definitely come back. If you can find the guy who robbed your life, you have to fall on this guy. This time you play the sheep." As she said this, she stuffed me into the sheep's belly. I thought it would be very fishy and scary, but it was actually very soft and comfortable inside. There were retractable wooden stakes in the lamb leg to help me maintain balance. The girl gave me the short knife, peeled off the sheep's face, and exposed my face. Then she tied a chain and led me out of the room as if she were leading a real sheep. Outside the room door is another slightly smaller room. A single bed, a square table, and a low chandelier exuded dim light. There is a naked poster of a female star on the wall. The bed, table, and floor were full of debris, messy and dirty. The girl tied me to the bed and returned to the room. After a short while, the bald man came out shaking his body. I'm really scared to death! He had been hanged, how could he come back to life? The bald man walked to the chair next to the table and sat down on it. The chair creaked under his heavy body. Only then did I see the girl standing behind the bald man, holding a thin thread in her hand, and the other end of the thin thread was inserted into the bald man's back and neck. The girl rubbed the thin thread, and the bald man seemed like a living person, raising his hand to grab the wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth. But he was already dead after all, and he couldn't swallow it, so the wine came out of his mouth and spilled all over him. "That's enough. It's enough to cover up his smell." The girl nodded with satisfaction and huddled behind her chair. What follows is a long wait. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly someone knocked on the door gently. "Come in, the door is unlocked!" The voice echoed in the room, and it was exactly the same as the bald man's voice. The girl behind the chair slowly bowed her body, ready to attack. The door was pushed open gently. An old man walked in with a stooped body and one eye like a flowered glass ball. He immediately saw me tied to the bed and laughed, "Done? Not bad, not bad." The bald man grabbed the wine bottle, took a sip at random, waved his hand vaguely and said, "Take him away, don't bother me here." "Okay, okay, I'll pay the money first. As promised, I can't miss out on you." The old man slowly approached the table, reached into his arms and took out a cloth bag, opened it slowly, and then raised it to the bald man. A large cloud of white powder spilled out, covering all positions in front and behind the chair. The girl's body softened and she fell to the ground. Although her eyes were wide open, she could not move. The old man slowly walked up to the girl, knelt down and looked at her, laughing mockingly: "You have so little knowledge, and you still want to fight with me? I have eaten more salt than you have ever eaten! Puppetry is a joke. You have to sneak around like this, are you a disciple of Puppet Liu?" The girl stared at him and said, "Kill me." "Kill you? What a pity. With your little appearance, the poor bachelors in the mountains to the west have to rush to buy iron. It doesn't matter if you are wild, just cut off the tendons of your hands and feet." As the old man spoke, he stretched out his hand, touched the girl's face, and slowly moved down. I felt anxious when I saw it, but being locked in the sheep's body, I couldn't help, so I had to stamp my feet hard and make a loud bang on the ground. This really attracted the old man's attention. "I almost forgot about your little trouble. Little beauty, you wait here first, I will come back to deal with you after I finish my business, hehe..." The old man reluctantly let go of the girl, turned around, walked over, touched the sheep, and soon found the key, opened the sheep's belly, and pulled me out. I had been prepared for a long time. As soon as I saw that old face shaking in front of my eyes, I raised my knife and stabbed it. This knife was stabbing the old man in the neck. The old man screamed, let go of me, covered his neck, staggered back a few steps, and seemed to want to run to the door, but he twitched and fell after taking a few steps, and blood flowed all over the floor. I crawled to the girl's side and pushed her in fear, making a squealing sound. The girl comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid. I was just drugged by him and I will be able to recover in a while. I am looking down on others this time. I have been wandering around the north with my eyes open. I have been doing evil for many years and I can still get away with it. I am indeed extraordinary." .” I didn't know what to do, so I sat next to the girl and looked at her worriedly. The girl was fine just lying down, so she just talked to me. She told me that this old man named Hua Yan Zhang was the leader of the largest kidnapping gang in the north. He had the unique skill of slapping flowers and enchanting people. He had kidnapped many children. If he was caught, he would definitely be shot. He also knows that he has committed a heinous crime, so he has always been secretive and cautious. It's just that he never expected that he would die in the hands of an eight-year-old child like me, just as the eighty-year-old mother said to the child. After about ten minutes, the girl recovered. She got up and checked the old man's condition first, took back the short knife, turned around and pulled me and said, "The clues are gone now that Huayan Zhang is dead, and I can't help you find the person who robbed your life. You have two choices now." The first is to wait for the police to come. They will help you find a home. If you can't find a home, they will send you to an orphanage or orphanage school. The second is to follow me and I will teach you some skills and wait until the time comes. Get your life back. But it will be very hard if you follow me." I couldn't understand what she said, but I felt that she could bring me a greater sense of security, and since she was my lifesaver, I should express my gratitude first, so I knelt down and kowtowed to her three times. I vaguely remember someone saying that kowtow is the greatest gift, and it is usually only done to worship ancestors and elders during New Years and holidays. The girl's eyes widened and she looked a little angry.