The blind boy shivered as he crawled backward until his back hit the table's candlestick.
The burning candle rolled off the edge of the table, and just as the hot wax was about to drip onto his face, Number Three reached out to shield his head.
"Answer my question."
Number Three felt no pain; his ordinary face was very close to the boy, and now, no matter what the boy did, there was no escaping from his eyes.
"Ah, ah..." The boy stammered, reaching into his throat with his fingers. Only after Number Three pried open the boy's mouth did he discover an iron piece lodged at the back of his teeth, blocking his throat.
In this "Hope Pharmacy," the children who worked there didn't need eyes or mouths; even if they heard the "Boss's" orders, they couldn't reveal any secrets.
