death of hope

Chapter 924: Psionic Storm (2) Evely Darkmoon
I came to the storage room, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and found an old mop covered with dust.
After rinsing the bucket, the cleaner smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the half-bucket of dirty black water:
(What a basin of stinky muddy water, it suits the beggar perfectly.)
The cleaning lady dragged a wet and dirty mop and went straight to the beggar who refused to leave. She deliberately mopped the floor tiles under his table and poked his dirty shoes with the mop:

"Sir, please lift your feet. I need to mop the floor!"

"Uh... sorry, auntie..." The homeless man quickly stood up and moved away.

This is a common eviction order in restaurants. The mop pole is just a warning. If you don't leave, the manager will call the police.

"Sir, you don't want this, right?"

"Uh... Actually, that's what I use to..."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, the cleaning lady grabbed the old newspaper on the table, crumpled it into a ball, threw it into the trash can, and glared at the other party with a sharp look:
"Sir, your personal hygiene is terrible. You have fleas on your body and lice on your head. It will affect other customers' dining experience."

"Okay, Auntie... stop talking... I'm leaving! I can't leave..."

The homeless man raised his hands helplessly and surrendered to the cleaning lady.
Before leaving, he stared at the kerosene heater reluctantly, then looked at the windy street outside the window, and sighed.
I rolled up the leftover 'Big Mac' burger and fries from the neighboring table, put them in my arms, and walked towards the door, thinking;
(I didn’t order anything. I just used the heating for a whole day. No wonder they are getting impatient... Let’s go find another one...)
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Suddenly, there was a loud "crash!"
The door of the McDonald's restaurant was smashed by something, the tempered glass shattered into pieces, and a biting cold wind blew into the hall.

"what happened?!"

The customers and employees were all startled, and they all looked out the door with courage:

A figure could be vaguely seen in the wind and snow outside the door. The man was wearing an orange suit and holding a brick in his hand.

"Ah! There are bad guys!"

Several ladies screamed. The uniforms of prisoners in Terra Federal Prison are orange, and the uninvited guest outside the door is most likely a murderous escapee.

The man looked up at the McDonald's "M" sign, stepped on the broken glass, and walked into the restaurant hesitantly. Upon closer inspection, the man was barefoot, leaving a trail of shocking bloody footprints.

"He's a fugitive! He's a desperado! Run!"

"Call the police! Call 911!"

The employees and customers in the restaurant all screamed and ran out the back door.

The homeless man was not afraid at all, and said to the frightened cleaning lady:

"Hey, auntie, please leave. It's dangerous here."

The cleaning lady finally reacted and screamed, "Ahhh!" and ran to the back door of the restaurant.

Instead of running away, the homeless man hid behind a fake plastic Christmas tree and observed the intruder with interest:
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The man was wearing a thin orange cotton prison uniform, his lips were purple from the cold, and he was shivering.
Regardless of the bloody soles of his feet, he stepped on the broken glass, leaving bloody footprints behind, walked towards the kerosene heater, threw down bricks, and rubbed his hands to keep warm.

This person has fair skin, slender bones, delicate features, and a delicate baby face.
He was so cold that he kept sneezing and having a runny nose. His hair was shaved, he had big golden pupils, and a pair of pointed ears that stood up like antennas.

(That's not a Terran human, it's an alien,

A Eldar, and just a child, such a fugitive is rare.)
The tramp came out from behind the Christmas tree where he was hiding and asked:
"Hey, kid, why did you break the glass? The door is not locked, you could have pushed it open and come in."

The intruder was startled and picked up a brick and hit the homeless man in the face with it. Fear and hatred appeared in his eyes. It was clear that the brick was meant to kill him.

Unfortunately, the force was too weak and too slow. The rough big hand grabbed the thin arm, causing tears to flow from the pain. The hand spoke in a strange accent in the broken Terran language:
"Let me go! Or I'll kill you!"

"The alien kid may be young, but he's quite aggressive."

The homeless man grabbed the brick and used a joint-locking technique to bend the man's arms behind his back.

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"Damn...damn Terran humans! You are all beasts! Go to hell!"

The child cursed a few times and then cried out loudly in pain. Strange ripples appeared in the air, the lights in the restaurant flickered, and a crackling sound of electricity could be heard.

“Huh?! What is this?!”

The homeless man's eyes widened. "What an amazing psychic talent! You are indeed a little spirit from the Eldar tribe. Let's see how capable you are. Keep using it!"

The child was cold and hungry. After releasing psychic energy for more than ten seconds, he soon became tired and panted heavily. He stopped crying and shouting. When the lights in the restaurant stopped flickering, the homeless man let go of his hand:

"You must be tired, so be quiet."

He took out his treasured food from his pocket and handed over the Big Mac burger and French fries:

"Here, take it. You look like you need it more than I do."

The elf child was stunned for a moment, staring at the other party warily, but his stomach started to growl.

He grabbed the burger and fries and gobbled them up, not even leaving the wrappers, greedily sucking the ketchup off his fingers.

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The tramp looked at the alien kid eating and found it interesting, so he asked with a smile:

"What's your name, kid?"

"Everlei Darkmoon..." the child answered subconsciously.

"Oh, I thought it was a boy, but it turned out to be a girl. I couldn't tell after she shaved her hair."

The kid seemed angry and frowned: "Even if I shave my head, I'm still better looking than you stinky Terrans!"

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The tramp seemed to be recalling something: "What a pity, the Eldar girls should have shiny silver hair. I have seen them before, and they were really beautiful."

"You...you talk so much nonsense...really, why should I tell this guy his name..." the child muttered with some regret.

"Now, can you answer me, why did you smash someone's store with a brick? Why are you wearing prison clothes? Are you a fugitive?"

"You ask too many questions, uncle."

With the help of the kerosene heater, the Eldar child's body temperature gradually recovered.
She ignored the homeless man and started to sweep every table. The scared customers left behind a lot of burgers, French fries and fried chicken, enough for her to have several meals.

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As she was sipping her chocolate milkshake through a straw, the homeless man stared at her orange prison uniform and said:

"Little devil, did you escape from prison? What crime did you commit?"

The Eldar girl spat the straw onto the ground and cursed viciously;
"All of you Terrans deserve to die! You all deserve to go to hell!"

"Oh my, what a big grudge, you ungrateful kid, you are eating the fast food of Terran humans now,

You pick up the bowl to eat, and put it down to curse your mother. I am talking about you. "

Just as the Eldar child was about to curse back, there were urgent sirens and the sound of sudden brakes coming from outside the door.

"Damn it! They're chasing us again!"

The little Eldar girl picked up a box of fried chicken and tried to escape from the back door of the restaurant.

Her slender white wrist was grabbed by the rough hand of the tramp:

"Let me go!"

"So many cops are here to arrest you, kid, did you kill someone?"

"I didn't!"

"Humph, you're lying."

"Let me go! Those bastards are trying to catch me!"

The girl bit the tramp's arm hard and struggled hard to break free, but the rough big hand held her thin arm like an iron clamp.

"I'm sorry, Miss Evely Darkmoon, I can't let a murder suspect go.
If you have any grievances, go to the police station and explain to the police officer."