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"Well, sir, madam, miss... have pity on me, I haven't eaten anything for three days... sir, sir! Just a copper penny, please—"

The filthy, gray-haired man was weeping bitterly, trying to hug the thigh of the decent gentleman in front of him.

The gentleman kicked him away with disgust on his face, took out a square towel and wiped his shoe.There was a bit of mud on the hem of his black suit, too, which disgusted the gentleman enough to send it to the dry cleaners, where it cost him perhaps a shilling to re-starch the suit.

The young lady accompanying him showed some pity,

"Just give him a penny? I think he's a poor fellow."

"Oh, beautiful Susie, God will also praise you for your generosity, but we should not have any mercy on these damn beggars, who are poor because of laziness and pray because of greed. Believe me, if you give him a Copper pennies, these stinking gutter people will soon surround us, and then you will have to give the money to everyone, which is God's punishment for their laziness."

The old beggar instinctively wanted to refute that he was also a hardworking and good worker before, but since the factory closed down, the old man could no longer find a job, he was too old, and no other factory would accept a job A worker whose hands start to shake.Prices are rising rapidly, and he was surprised to find that the savings brought about by decades of work were consumed in just one year after being unemployed. Even though he was frugal enough, three months ago, he still spent Dropped the last penny.

The old man swallowed the retort, and the hunger had already consumed the last bit of his dignity.The flame disappeared in the pupils of the old man, he opened his mouth, and continued to shout the words that he had shouted all morning:

"Well, sir, madam, miss... have pity on me, I haven't eaten anything for three days... kindly..."

At this time, the middle-aged gentleman and the obviously much younger lady had already left.

"Look, it's just like what I said, even if he is humiliated by me like this, he will just go to the next good person who may be blind."

The gentleman was still chattering. At this time, a child dressed as a newsboy and just over one meter tall ran past him quickly and bumped into him.

"sorry!"

The child's voice sounded vague and hadn't started to change, and he couldn't tell the difference between male and female.

"Hey, be careful!"

A few more splashes of mud on the gentleman's black half-silk suit made him very angry, but insulting a beggar and bullying a small child are two completely different things, at least he can't do it in front of his young female companions. Acted too harshly.

In the blink of an eye, the newsboy had disappeared into the crowd.

The middle-aged gentleman reached into his arms to take out the handkerchief. This could only temporarily save some dignity. This dress would inevitably be sent to be starched.

But his half-stretched hand suddenly froze, and the next second, the man's angry roar resounded on the street:

"Damn it, catch the thief!"

His five-pound sharkskin wallet with over fifty pounds of cash in it was gone!Pedestrians on the street turned their heads and looked around curiously for a few seconds, then they were no longer interested in this matter.

The police officer who was patrolling the street, Alexander, he yawned and came over upon hearing the sound,

"Sir, were you calling just now?"

"It's me, Mr. Inspector. Go and get him! He stole my purse?"

The gentleman was furious, and he roared anxiously, after so long a delay, God knows how far that nimble thief has run away.

"Who?"

"Thief!"

"Of course—I mean, what does he look like?"

Alexander still had the same unhurried tone.

"It was a newspaper boy. He bumped into me, and then my wallet disappeared! Officer, why don't you go after him?"

"Well, oh, you're right, did you hear me, Bruno, go in that direction and chase after a kid dressed as a newspaper boy."

Officer Alexander pointed to one of his colleagues, and then resumed his anxious look.

"Don't worry, sir, what's your name and how much money you lost."

He asked for some information symbolically. In fact, this was already the 13th theft that occurred this week. It would be at least two weeks before the previous cases were dealt with.

"Mr. Police Officer, you will definitely catch the damn thief, right?"

"Of course—we're professionals."

Alexander replied.

Although he doesn't think so himself.

……

The little newsboy was walking in the depths of the alley, counting banknotes one by one,

"Two twenty-pound notes, one ten-pound note, one five-pound note, and some four-shilling change."

While counting, the newsboy discarded the peaked cap and the old-fashioned plaid shirt. His black hair cascaded from under the cap, and the plaid shirt was covered with a patched white dress. This nimble thief turned out to be a slender girl.

The girl looks to be of Asian descent, maybe of some mixed race, and looks very delicate and lovely.

She stole that suit from the laundry shop casually before, and threw it away as soon as she threw it away. The girl didn't feel bad at all.

"It's really rich... I have more than 50 pounds of cash in my pocket."

As she said that, the girl casually threw the soft sharkskin wallet into the sewage on the ground. It is probably not a good thing to keep such things on her body. This is the lesson she learned from the first few steals.

As she spoke, she tossed up a few shillings, caught them firmly, put them in her pocket, and left the alley in a hop.

Almost no one would associate this pretty little girl with the newsboy just now, she just swaggered onto the street and blended into the crowd.

……

The old beggar thought he was lucky. Although he was humiliated by a gentleman with a female companion in the morning, the broken bowl he put on the ground rang just now. When he came to his senses, a few scattered copper coins inside There was an extra four shilling in the penny, and that was enough to keep him from starvation for a week or two.

"Oh, thank God . . . to this unknown well-wisher, you must be a great philanthropist."

In the crowd, six-year-old Ling showed a teasing smile. It was hard to imagine that such an expression would appear on a child who was just over one meter tall.

"Maybe not a philanthropist, maybe just a thief."

Ling whispered in her heart, which made her feel better.

The sky is bright and sunny, which is a rare good weather in winter.

Chapter 2 Madwoman's Medicine

In Liverpool Dock, in the sewage deep in the narrow alley, there is a group of scrawny teenagers.

"It's unlucky, another poor man, can anyone tell me what he thinks, it is necessary to put money in a wallet in a wallet? Does his pocket have a hole, let these damn copper coins Penny falling out from under the pocket?"

"Come on, Bill, if there is a hole, you probably cut it with a knife."

The teenagers gathered together, opened a wallet, and then began to curse and abuse. They were all street children who lived by robbery and stealing.Seeing Ling walking briskly towards this side, the leading boy said loudly:

"Hey, Ling, you seem to be lucky today? I bet there are at least twenty pounds in the purse you stole!"

If there were other waifs who were so lucky, he would have been robbed by his companions long ago, but the teenagers living here all know that the black-haired girl in front of them is very difficult to mess with.With a few more courage from them, no one dared to come up to snatch Ling's money.

Ling casually took out a five pound note and threw it to them along with a few silver shillings.This is the second reason why no one will attack her. Every time Ling wins, he will distribute some spoils to the waifs.

"Take it, maybe enough to buy you a turkey and half a sausage this Christmas."

The eldest boy is already in his teens. His name is Bill, and he is the leader of this group of children. Except for Ling, all the other children on this street are considered his subordinates.

"You haven't given up on that crazy woman yet? Come on, Ling, you will definitely live a very good life after leaving her. Why don't you join us? Let me say-"

Bill stopped suddenly, because Ling glanced at him, and the yellow raptor-like pupils made him very disturbed.Even Bill himself found it hard to believe that he was so frightened into a cold sweat by a little girl who was a foot shorter than himself.

"If I were you, just shut up right now."

Ling stopped looking at him and said warningly.

Not long after, the girl pulled out a disheveled woman from the depths of the alley.A finger-thick hemp rope was tied around the woman's waist, and Ling was holding one end of the hemp rope.

She was called Mad Woman and was Ling's mother.

"Where are we going?"

The crazy woman smiled foolishly, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth onto the dirty clothes on her chest.

"Go to the doctor."

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"Have you raised any money? Very well, bring her in."

This small three-story building is Dr. Lawrence's private clinic. The first floor is a pharmacy, and the third floor is Dr. Lawrence's bedroom. Ling took the crazy woman to the second floor.Help the doctor hold her on the operating table and immobilize her hands and feet.

The crazy woman began to struggle, and being immobilized made her feel very uncomfortable. Only after Ling comforted her did she begin to regain her composure.

"Don't be so nervous, have a sip of brandy first."

Doctor Lawrence gave the madwoman a sip of wine, then turned around and took out a copper knife to sterilize it on an alcohol lamp.

After that, he gestured and slit the mad woman's wrist, rushed the black blood into the pipe, and bled her.

The crazy woman immediately struggled violently,

"Stop it, goddamn quack, you should give me meds instead of flushing my blood down the gutter, blood, my blood - when my husband comes back, you bloody bastards won't dare ...Stop it, quack!"

Ling desperately held her down and comforted her.

"Mr. Lawrence is treating you, don't be afraid, please..."

The crazy woman still remembered her daughter, she was trembling, but she still turned her head to let Ling hug her head, and slowly became quiet.

"I just need to take some medicine... No need for bloodletting, it's useless... I'm so sleepy..."

When the crazy woman fell into a deep sleep, Ling slowly lowered her head, wiped off the sweat of the crazy woman with a towel, and looked at her twitching eyebrows. Even in her sleep, the crazy woman still endured the pain.

"Doctor Lawrence, is there really no other way than bloodletting?"

"Your mother has very serious lead poisoning, and bloodletting is the most effective method I know... Wait, I got a new drug a while ago, which should be effective for your mother's illness, but—— it is very Expensive...I just heard her mention her husband, who is your father, I seem to have never seen him?"

As Lawrence spoke, he stopped the bleeding of the mad woman. Black and sticky blood flowed from the mad woman's wrist. The work of stopping the bleeding was very simple.

"Who knows, I haven't seen that damn bastard either...Money is not a problem, as long as you can cure her."

Ling said without hesitation, and took out a forty pound note.

"No doctor can save her. Your mother can live for a year or two at most. The only thing I can do is to relieve her pain."

"...Even this is okay, please, Dr. Lawrence, I don't want to see her like this, you know, every night, she scratches her skin and trembles in pain."

Ling took a deep breath and dug her fingers into her hair, her slender knuckles turning blue from the force.