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At night, everything is silent and the wind howls.
Rong Li threw the blood-stained clothes and shoes into the iron barrel in the yard, poured gasoline on it, lit it on fire, and with a bang, the fire exploded.
Rong Li held a cigarette, leaned close to the fire, lit it and took a puff. The fire was a yellow flame and the smoke was white mist. The reflection in his eyes was burning, but the outline was blurred.
When his mother was alive, she called him Ali.
When Ali was ten years old, his mother died. Because he saw something he shouldn¡¯t have seen, he was strangled to death by Rong Hai and thrown into the river.
He was lucky enough to survive. He wandered for a few days and was captured by human traffickers. Those people were specialized in "begging" and committed crimes in a gang.
Ali was taken to a den in Nancheng, and the person in charge was a person named Sister Yao.
Sister Yao is a young woman in her twenties. She looks very delicate and looks like a kind girl next door. She is training the new children.
"Recite after me." She recited, "Uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters."
The children chanted: "Uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters."
"My father was seriously ill and my mother left me behind."
"My father was seriously ill and my mother left me behind."
Most of the children who were abducted were four or five years old, with iron chains on their feet. They were afraid of being beaten or hungry. They did not dare to cry or make trouble. They were all gray-headed, sallow and thin.
"Why don't you read it?" Sister Yao stared at Ali.
He didn¡¯t speak, he was dull and numb.
Sister Yao pushed him: "Are you mute?"
He still didn¡¯t speak, his eyes were empty, he looked less like a living person and more like a little puppet whose soul had been removed.
He is the oldest of the group of children and the one with the toughest bones. He doesn¡¯t even cry when beaten. From the first day he was captured, he has been as quiet as a dead person.
What Sister Yao dislikes the most is him, like a thorn in the side. She raised the bamboo in her hand and pulled it down hard. The bamboo is broken in the middle. If it hits a person, it will pinch the skin and flesh. When it is pulled away with force, the skin can be torn and the flesh can be pulled off.
He still didn¡¯t cry, his whole arm was beaten to pieces.
"Sister Yao."
"The two men came back, and they brought back a little boy: "We have captured him."
This little boy just came here last week and ran away yesterday.
Sister Yao was tired from beating, so she pulled up a chair and sat down. She took out the mirror and lipstick from her high-end bag and touched up her makeup: "Cut his legs off."
They have professional doctors who can cut out the liver, cut out the kidneys, and chop off the hands and feet. The organs are usually sold, and the limbs are thrown into the crematorium.
The little boy¡¯s legs were chopped off, and in front of these abducted children, the children, who were originally mechanically numb, were spattered with blood, and they collapsed and cried one by one.
Sister Yao stroked her eyebrows: "Did you see it? If anyone dares to run away, just like him."
Only Ali didn¡¯t cry.
Not all children will have their legs cut off. If they are lucky, there will be "grandparents" who will take them with them and hang cardboard around their necks. The cardboard says: My father is seriously ill and my mother left me behind
The speaker next to it is playing sad songs. Passers-by will stop and take a look, but most of them just take a look.
Suddenly, the bowl in front of the cardboard made a clanging sound. Someone put a handful of coins into it.
Ali raised his head.
It was a little girl in a red skirt. She was seven or eight years old. She was elegant and gentle at a young age: "Do you want to eat candy?" She had a gummy candy in her hand, "It's very sweet."
She was wearing a furry hat and a scarf embroidered with clivia.
Ali didn¡¯t answer.
The girl waited for a while and retracted her hand. At this moment, he grabbed her hand, one black and one white. The black one was his dirt-covered hand, and the white one was her unstained hand.
help me.
He didn't speak, he couldn't speak.
"Grandma" came over to pull him and said in Mandarin with a local accent: "My dear, don't scare my sister, please let go."
"Grandpa" also came to pull him.
He held the girl's hand, his face was so dirty that he couldn't tell, his cheeks were red, swollen, and broken. The ten-year-old child only had vicissitudes of life in his eyes. He looked at her with red eyes.
Save me, save me
At this time, the little girl¡¯s mother was already very impatient and urged: ¡°Why are you taking so long? Why don¡¯t you catch up quickly?¡±
"Little brother," she was about to leave, leaving her soft heartThe sugar was placed in the bowl. "Are you still here tomorrow? My money is at home and I will bring it to you tomorrow."
help me.
For a moment, Ali let go, and the last bit of light in his eyes dimmed. He lowered his eyes and accepted his fate
When the mother and daughter walked away, he was pulled by "Grandpa" into the alley. The alley was being demolished and there was no one there, only their accomplices were there.
"You want to ask for help, right?"
The man pretending to be a grandfather was actually only about fifty years old. He picked up a brick from the ground, dragged the person over, and hit the area where blood would not easily bleed.
Ali held his head, his exposed hands were cracked by the cold. He huddled in the corner, counting one by one. He didn't know how many times it would take before he would die.
When he dies, he can go to his mother.
The bricks were hit on his back one after another. After a dozen times, he couldn't stand still and fell to the ground, a thin and small ball.
The man still couldn¡¯t get over his anger and kicked him.
"Stop."
It was the little girl who followed. Her hat was left somewhere and there were snowflakes in her hair. The little girl was quiet, young, and soft-spoken: "Why did you hit him?"
The man waved at her fiercely: "Get out of the way and stop meddling in other people's business."
The girl is a little lady, pretending to be fierce but also very gentle: "Don't hit him again, or I will call someone."
But where is the person? She was also alone.
The man thought of something and suddenly grinned: "Where are your parents?"
Ali, who was lying on the ground, stood up holding on to the wall. He had been hungry for many days and had no strength. He screamed almost desperately: "Run!"
Before the girl could react, the man grabbed her clothes: "Little girl, you brought this to your door yourself."
He was feeling proud, and without paying attention, he was hit hard by a brick on the back of his head. His center of gravity was unstable and he fell forward.
Ali took the girl and ran away. There were traffickers guarding the road ahead. They turned into a deserted alley, and several people behind them chased her, cursing and cursing.
He couldn¡¯t run away. How could two and a half-year-old children outrun several strong men? What¡¯s more, he hadn¡¯t eaten for a long time. His back was bleeding, and it soaked through his cotton-padded jacket, which was heavy.
They ran into a dead end with no road ahead. Ali looked around and only found a trash can. He knocked the trash can over and let the girl get in. Then he helped her up and covered it with paper. .
"You hide here and don't make a sound."
The little girl gave birth to a pair of beautiful willow eyes: "Will you come see me later?"
At that time, Ali was only ten years old, but he had already been forced to grow up. There was no trace of childishness on his face: "Yes."
She put a candy into his hand and said in a soft voice: "Brother, don't be afraid. If my family can't find me, they will bring the police to save us."
He nodded heavily: "Okay."
At that time, the girl was still young and did not know that her mother did not come to see her at all. Ali was also young and could not escape the group of human demons.
Later, his legs were broken.
Later, he hated the world but fell in love with sweets.
¡°Knock, knock, knock.¡±
Someone knocked on the door outside the house.
Rong Li limped to open the door.
It was Xu Tanxi who came over. In addition to his coat, he also wore a cloak. The hem of the cloak was embroidered with Clivia: "Guan Guan is awake, and he is making noise to come over."
Later, when they were young, they grew up and did not know each other.
Early the next morning, the village was noisy. Women gathered at the entrance of the village to watch the excitement on the street.
Aunt Hongzhong from Rongcun Village was still carrying a vegetable basket: "What happened last night? I just went to buy vegetables and saw many police cars parked on the street."
"You haven't heard?" The person who answered was Xiao Niang from Wujiazhai, "Last night the police station arrested three traffickers who specialize in kidnapping children. The police from the city came and said that the den might be in our town. "
"The child kidnapper was struck by lightning, well caught!" Aunt Hongzhong asked again, "How did you catch him?"
Ms. Xiao went to the side to chat with her: "I heard that the three traffickers were tied up and thrown at the door of the police station. They all signed confessions. Moreover, their hands and feet were broken."
"You also broke your limbs?"
"Isn't that right? It was packed in a sack and it bled a lot."
"Well done! If you kill that kind of beast, you'll lose one by one." Aunt Hongzhong looked around as she walked, "Do you know who did it?"
¡°I don¡¯t know, it¡¯s said that God opened his eyes,¡± (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)?I wonder who did it? "
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