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Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 941

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[Chapter 941 Hug]

seawater.

The salty sea water slapped the feet that were covered with dried salt grains and had cracked skin. The

soles of the feet were rubbed by the rocks, and the flesh was blurred

.

Rupee is the name of the currency used in India, Sri Lanka, Nepal, etc., English Rupee, code INR, and the unit is 100.

1 rupee, equal to 0.01349 US dollars, equal to 0.8862 yuan.

For Indians, an ordinary meal costs 30 rupees, and mid-day takeaways for low-income groups are around 10 rupees.

But what does three rupees (about thirty cents yuan) mean for the untouchables in India?

The answer is: two lives.

As night fell, the deserted moonlight scatters on the sea, and the sea ebbs and flows, hitting the reefs, forming foamy waves.

A thin and thin Indian girl with dark skin is sitting in a cave on a low cliff by the sea.

She is wearing shirts and shorts that are too dirty to see the color. , trembling all over, his eyes empty.

Ten days ago, the teenage girl and her two older sisters summoned the courage to ask their factory owner to increase their daily wages by 3 rupees on top of 25 rupees after get off work.

They are the untouchables, the lowest class of pariahs outside of India’s surnames.

Untouchables, or Dalits, account for 16.2% of the total population in India. Converted to the total population of 1.324 billion, there are as many as 200 million Dalits.

In the traditional concept of India, Dalits’ bodies are dirty, and everything they touch will be polluted, even their shadows can pollute people of higher castes.

They are forbidden to appear frequently in public places, cannot use the same drinking water container and utensils with other castes, cannot touch other castes, cannot marry other castes, work for people in the village, but are not allowed to live in the village , can only engage in the most lowly and humble professions.

After the girl and her two older sisters offered to increase their daily wages by 3 rupees, the owner of the workshop mocked and beat them, tied the girls with twine and tortured them for hours.

What is even more desperate is that after the arrival of the local police car, the Indian police officers who got out of the car, not only did not stop the boss, but joined the latter in the abuse of the girl’s two sisters.

The girl tried her best to break free of the hemp rope, and escaped in the dark. The rear police sirens were blaring, and the flashing lights of the car appeared and disappeared in the dense weeds of one person height.

She escaped, but her two sisters were hanged from the tree by ropes, covered with bruises and bruises, to demonstrate to the untouchables who dared to make diabolical demands – this picture is of the girl trying to escape back in the early morning When I was at home, I saw it at the entrance of the village.

At that time, standing next to several police cars parked on the side of the road were the Indian police officers who participated in the abuse.

The girl did not dare to go home or leave here, for fear of being discovered by a police car on the road and killing her.

She hid in a low, shallow cave under the cliff by the sea, eating small fish and crabs when she was hungry, and drinking ice water dripping from the cave when she was thirsty.

The girl didn’t know what was going on in the outside world, so she could only calculate the passage of time by relying on the rising and setting of the sun.

It’s so cold…

She hugged her knees even harder, her chaotic mind was full of messy thoughts.

Hinduism advocates equality for all, but this equality is only at the level of spirit and soul, but not physically.

Brahmins and Kshatriyas have pure and clean bodies, Vaishyas and Sudras have blemishes, and as for the untouchable Dalits, they are a collection of filth and filth in the world.

Dalit wants to make himself clean, there are only two ways.

The first is to practice asceticism, endure what normal people consider to be the most painful things, cut off water and food, endure hunger, self-flagellate, endure bitter cold and heat, until the body and mind are detached, only then can one move the gods and escape from the sea of suffering.

The second is to obediently accept oppression and exploitation, serve those of the higher castes, not contact other inaccessible people, self-isolate, and reduce the degree of pollution of oneself. Pure man is superior.

Under the rendering of this traditional concept, the Dalits at the bottom have hated each other.

Dalits who kill chickens, Dalits who despise catching mice, Dalits who catch mice,

and Dalits who despise dung and sewers,

are divided into different ethnic groups among Dalits, each of whom thinks the other is not. Pure pollution sources, actively request isolation to avoid pollution.

The high degree of introversion and hatred at the bottom make it impossible for Dalits to be united forever. Even with a huge population of 120 million, they still have no right to speak in the social system.

The girl hiding in the cliff cave did not think so far. She stared blankly at the sea, and the face of another Indian girl with the same dark complexion appeared in her mind.

Nina.

A member of the seventh group of Wind Chaser, the special envoy of India to the Global Occult Coalition, and the glory of the lower castes of India.

The same age, the same identity, the

other party can become the focus of countless spotlights, meeting with dignitaries,

but the girl’s two sisters were hanged from the branches in the early morning mist.

There is a sadness in the girl’s heart, if Nina is here, if Nina is still in India, then after hearing the news, she should, no, she will do justice,

just like she did for the Dalit community before. That way.

However, not long after the battle for the door ended, Nina, who often appeared on major TV stations in India, disappeared from the sight of the news media and disappeared,

and the cohesion that the low-caste groups finally accumulated also dissipated.

“Damn, where is that girl?” There

was a faint and noisy voice above the cliff, and the light of the flashlight lit up above the cliff and shone on the sea.

The girl’s empty eyes were instantly occupied by fear and despair.

The cliffs here were very low, and her voice could be easily conveyed.

She did not dare to move, she slowly shrank her body, and moved towards the back of the cave.

A man’s voice said: “I’ve been looking for so many days, but I haven’t found it yet. The damn new director is just a missing pariah girl. If we insist on a thorough investigation, her parents have been taught by us to cancel the report. .”

“We will find her.”

Another man’s voice said slowly: “She has injuries, she has no food, she can’t escape too far.”

“…After finding her, what should we do?”

” Do you need to ask? Kill her.”

“But the new chief asked…”

“Don’t worry about the new chief, he’s a Brahmin, the son of a diplomat, an elite of the IPS (Indian Federal Police), no matter the matter. If he is not found out, he will be promoted. And we will stay here for a lifetime. Do you want to wait for the local forces to settle the case after the case is found out?”

“…”

“Don’t forget, your Uncle, our boss, also participated in the abuse that day…”

“…I understand.”

The two men above the cliff talked in low voices, the light of the flashlight swept across the sea.

The girl under the cliff covered her mouth in desperation, and tears fell from her eyes.

Crash –

the sea water in front of the cave suddenly opened to both sides, and

an animal climbed up from the sea water.

It was a dog with brown and black mottled hair, scrawny and wet, exactly like a roadside dingo.

How can a dog swim up from the sea?

The girl’s brain didn’t have time to process such information, so she instinctively moved forward, trying to cover the dog’s mouth to prevent it from barking and attracting the attention of the two men above the cliff.

However, the moment she reached out her hand, she froze.

The dog’s body suddenly exuded an invisible and intangible strange breath, like a top predator like a tiger and lion, staring at the girl in front of him indifferently, treating it as a piece of moving meat.

Can’t move.

The girl’s body froze in place, and the brown-black wild dog turned its head and body on its own, and as the hair fluttered, the seawater on her body splashed and dried.

“Huh, it’s really cold here, let’s go and meet the others.”

“Wait.”

The flashlight on the cliff suddenly stopped, illuminating a sea surface, “What is that? “On

the sea surface illuminated by the flashlight, there was a piece of blood-stained cloth floating – the piece of cloth that the girl used to bandage the wound on her body.

“Shouldn’t it be…”

the second man muttered in a low voice, the light of the flashlight dangled at the entrance of the cave, “There seems to be a cave underneath.

Come here, give me some light, and I’ll climb down and take a look.”

The sound of rustling walking sounded above, the light of the flashlight flickered, followed by the sound of palms pulling grass and vines.

Once again, the girl fell into fear and despair,

tears welling up from her eyes and down her chapped cheeks.

The brown-black wild dog took two steps forward indifferently, came to the girl, and tilted its head.

In the black bean-like eyes, there is no emotion at all, just staring silently.

Snapped.

Without any warning, a harpoon-like slender and sharp tongue-like catheter was shot out of the wild dog’s mouth, and nailed it between the girl’s eyebrows.

A vague and powerful psychic will reverberated in the girl’s mind.

【How much can you do to survive? 】

One, everything.

The girl’s eyes were empty, and she instinctively answered the question posed by the voice.

【very good. So, embrace the Hive and join us. 】

The tongue-like catheter of the wild dog, constantly bulging and shrinking, injected something into the girl’s eyebrow.

After more than ten seconds, the catheter was retracted, and the

other party changed back to an ordinary wild dog again, lying on the rock, scratching the hair on the side of his waist with his hind foot lazily, making a slight rustling sound

, and the girl stared blankly. With his palm, he raised his hand and touched his forehead.

There is a faint bloodshot on his forehead, and the wound cut by the wild dog creature with a tongue-shaped catheter has healed.

pat.

A fat man in a brown Indian police uniform jumped from above onto the rock at the entrance of the cave, with a loaded pistol pinned to his waist.

The light of the flashlight in his hand swept over, illuminating the ragged girl and the ordinary wild dog.

There was a look of joy on the fat man’s face, and he shouted to his companion above the cliff: “Come down, I’ll find her…” The

voice came to an abrupt end,

The girl instinctively raised her arm, and a catheter with a cluster of sharp arrows shot out of her wrist, pinning it between the fat man’s eyebrows, interrupting his words.

[End of this Chapter]

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