My name is Xu Dao, and I am a thief.
When I was young, my family was poor, and my father was an alcoholic and a gambler. Every time he got drunk, he would beat my mother and us to death. My mother was weak and incompetent and did not dare to resist my father. She only dared to pinch us viciously while crying after our father left drunkenly with the money. She said it was because of the two of us that she had to stay in this home and suffer like this.
I do not understand.
In fact, I didn’t feel particularly painful. Maybe it was God’s blessing. I was like a monster without pain. My indifference frightened my mother who gradually calmed down after venting her emotions. I heard her whisper that I was a monster. I see. Look at my hands, am I a monster?
Maybe it’s because I haven’t had many friends since I was a child. I have become very cold and withdrawn, and I don’t want to be with those people. Relationships between people are a very troublesome thing for me to deal with.
When I was 16 years old, my father owed a lot of money from gambling, which was so much that our family would not be able to pay it back even if we worked for two lifetimes. My mother stood tremblingly by the window and yelled at my father at the top of her lungs, Not to be outdone, her father cursed her viciously.
I held my sister's hand and stood behind, looking at them expressionlessly. My thoughts were far away, but I didn't seem to be thinking about anything. I watched their mouths open and close, the despair in my mother's eyes, and my father's smile. With a red face, their voices seemed to be in my ears, but I seemed to be a little unclear. The world was very quiet, until I saw my mother, heartbroken, looking at us. She looked at my sister and me with complicated eyes, He seemed to want to say something, but didn't say anything. He just relaxed his body and fell down.
The world seemed to slow down suddenly, and I saw her mouth move as if she said something before she fell.
All I heard was a "bang".
Do you know the sound of someone jumping off a building and landing? Have you ever seen someone fall from a building?
I saw it with my own eyes when I was still under 16 years old.
The cicadas chirped incessantly in midsummer, and the old men and women enjoying the shade under the trees were trembling with fear. My father muttered in horror: "I didn't want to force her to death. She committed suicide. You can't blame me." Then he rushed out the door. And when he left, he never came back amid the criticism of his neighbors.
I led my sister downstairs and calmly looked at my mother on the ground. She stared in the direction where her father was running hastily, eyes wide open.
I let go of my sobbing sister and stepped forward. Everyone stepped aside and avoided me. They looked at me as if they were looking at some monster.
Yes, monster.
The monster stepped forward and closed his mother's eyes, then calmly took care of the funeral.
The creditors came to smash and rob our house, forcing us to pay back the money. They poured red paint on our door and pushed us around. Finally, when they wanted to cover my sister’s head with the paint bucket, I made a move.
I locked my sister in the bedroom and beat six people by myself. I had no scruples and was ruthless to death. The debt collectors were also frightened by my desperate tactics. After all, compared to money, they were still Value your own life more.
They finally calmed down and could listen to me talk properly. If I had done this earlier, I wouldn't have had to beat them up like this.
I promised them that I would sell the house, give them all the money, and we would pay back the rest slowly. They were doubtful, but there was really no other way, so they left cursing.
I let my sister out. The little girl looked at the injuries on my body, and tears fell down. I pulled the corners of my mouth, trying to smile to reassure him, but the wound was involved, and I hissed in pain.
Strange, why didn't you feel any pain just now?
I sold the house and everything I could sell at home, gave most of the money to debt collectors, and kept a little for myself. Then one night, I ran away with my brother.
It’s funny, they actually believed me and wanted to pay off my father’s debt. Why did he need us to pay back the money he owed?
I took my sister and left there decisively. Do you think I wanted to take him away and live a good life? No, I want to take him to find his father and send him back in person to pay back the money.
Pay debts with money, kill with life.
No one could escape.
But I was too young and underestimated the difficulty of life. We were wandering in the big city with no place to stay, just like two beggars. I was not yet an adult, let alone my brother. No shop was willing to hire us, and the money we had gradually disappeared. After spending all the money, we can’t move forward.
Looking at my sallow-looking sister, I went to find the Beggar King in this place. Yes, beggars also have a small gang that depends on each other. I wanted to bring my sister to join, but they refused. I know that the Beggar King made his fortune through stealing. , something happened later, he went to jail, and now he is out. He has a smart mind and a small amount of savings. He occasionally gives a few mouthfuls of food to the homeless people who are about to die of starvation, and they will work for him to the death.
This time, I broke in directly, but the Beggar King’s men stopped me, so I took action directly. The scene gradually became chaotic, but my mind suddenly remembered the fight with the debt collector. It seems that people like me are walking in the shadows. Rats will never see the light of day. Flowers and sunshine belong to those who live a happy life, but I can only avoid them and pick up the crumbs and crumbs they drop.
Maybe it was because I was quite talented in fighting, but in the end I stood in front of the Beggar King. The Beggar King looked at me, sighed, and asked me a question: If one day I go to jail for stealing, then Do I still need to learn this craft?
I nodded and he shook his head and sighed.
From then on, he let me follow him and taught me how to steal. My sister also lived in their homeless camp.
I learn quickly, and he said that I am very smart, but this smartness may harm me one day, and I don’t care.
Soon I completely mastered this technique and won every battle without ever losing. But I never steal money from the poor. This is what I learned from the beggar king. No matter what it is called, there is a way to steal.
The beggars are very well-informed. I asked them to help me pay attention to the news about my father.
Until one day, I heard that a group of people seemed to know the news about my father. At that moment, the blood in my body boiled. For the first time, my emotions were in waves. I seemed very happy, angry, and... There are other complicated emotions that I don't understand, but I only know that I have to take my father back and let him face everything. The Beggar King was worried. He knew that the business that that group of people was doing was a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. He told me not to go, but I went anyway. They heard about my purpose and met me.
The man sitting in the middle seemed to be their boss, with a fierce look on his face. He didn't say anything, he just looked at me and smiled, and then took out a photo to show me if he was the person I was looking for.
The photo seemed to have been taken in a dark basement, but I still recognized him at a glance, it was him!
I begged their boss to let me take my father away. Their boss looked at me contemptuously and said this is how you behave when asking for help.
The boy next to me kicked me on the hollow of my leg, and then came over to hold me down, trying to get me to kneel down. I held on to my hands, but I refused to kneel down.
The two parties faced off, and finally when their boss impatiently ordered the boys to take action, a team of police broke in and subdued them, but their boss reacted quickly and ran away.
