When it got dark, I wandered into Chessboard Alley.
For me, Chessboard Alley, which is like a pig intestines, is definitely a good place. A bend of ten and eight meters makes it easy to escape. But tonight, I have grown up. I don’t know which one of the three abusers didn’t follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, but started behind the scenes and hit the back of my head with a brick. Before I looked back, I suddenly felt a roar in my head and plunged into the corner.
I don’t have any other strengths, that is, my life is big, and I wake up in a while. Suffocating the headache and opening my eyes, I realized that I had been thrown into a pitiful, empty room. The light in the room was dim, with a pungent musty smell.
“Grandma’s, who are you? Why do you shoot me a black hand?” I stubbornly shouted, “There is a kind of you to stand up, let’s stand up!”
Suddenly, after hearing a crisp sound of “Dang Cang”, a bright kitchen knife fell in front of me. I immediately shuddered with fright and looked left and right in panic. Strange, there isn’t even a ghost around! No one, who threw the chopper? The more I think about it, the more I get scared, and I want to run, but my damn legs are like a lead, and I can’t move half a step.
“Who are you? Come out there, don’t pretend to be fools and frighten people with me!” This time, even though my conscience is terribly guilty, I still try to act like a godless and fearless. The stance shouted loudly. But before the screams fell, a terrifying scene was staged-I saw it really, no one was holding me up, and no one was forcing me, but my right hand seemed to be forcibly pressed. It was on a dirty table. I tried my best to withdraw my four fingers, and saw that kitchen knife flew up suddenly and chopped it off violently——
“Ah——”
< br/> The blood flashed, and I screamed and jumped up, looking around in horror. Soon, I figured it out. Just now, I just had a terrible dream. No, not a dream. Was stunned, thrown into a dark room, and the middle finger was chopped off by a flying kitchen knife… I experienced that terrible scene half a year ago! Wiping the cold sweat on my forehead, I raised my right hand and looked at the ugly half of my middle finger, shaking my head and smiling bitterly. So far, I haven’t found out who made it. You know, for a pickpocket, the middle finger is a veritable “golden key to wealth”!
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Yes, I am a pickpocket. Since the middle finger was inexplicably chopped off, the tricky tasks such as “slipping the skin” and “opening the skylight” can no longer be done, so I have to retreat to the next best thing and start the most unskilled prying and locking business. However, I’m still talking about principles and thinking about “customers” everywhere. For example, the stupid thief would use jacks and hydraulic shears to break and demolish anti-theft doors and iron railings, causing additional losses to “customers”. I would not do it, nor would I bother to do that. Because I have a smart trick: imitation keys.
Two years ago, I just came to this bustlingStill talking and laughing!