The three of Beixuan returned the same way, passed through the darkness and came to the ground floor again.
At this moment, it is already evening.
call
He Xiaopang couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
He feels like he's come back from hell
that darkness is terrible
Mu Fan said, "Captain, although the case of the fugitive is over, there is something behind this case."
Bei Xuan nodded, "I understand what you mean."
"Let's put this matter aside for now. I'll report it to the dragon team first."
Mu Fan nodded, and went home with He Xiaopang first.
Beixuan sighed secretly, thinking about the backside of this case, there was a turbulent undercurrent
Beixuan returned to the lounge, lying on the bed, recalling all the details of the case.
Gradually, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and he fell into a deep sleep.
The crimson moonlight falls from the sky like a tulle to the earth
Under the shadow of the moon, the dilapidated slums emerged with rigid outlines, and a little boy kept digging through the trash
Many wounds on his body were split open again due to too much force, oozing blood, but he didn't realize it.
After tumbling for a long time, he still couldn't find even a little bit of food.
He could only endure hunger, pain and cold, and dragged his thin body back to the slums.
He understood what was waiting for him, and starved to death silently like countless children before.
But he had to go back to the slums, or the wild dogs at the dump would bite his throat off before he starved to death.
After all, beasts are also hungry, and all creatures in the slums are always hungry
Gradually, the dilapidated houses in the slums appeared before the little boy's eyes.
But he didn't relax in the slightest. Instead, he looked around more carefully, hiding in the shadow by the wall and sneaking towards his residence.
He was terrified, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.
There are no hungry beasts here, but there are hungry poor
When the strong people couldn't find anything to eat, their hungry eyes would be on the old people and children.
little boy is so hungry
A sense of powerless dizziness came from his mind, he struggled a few times, and then fell to the ground with a "plop".
In the silent night, people tortured by hunger could not sleep peacefully.
They tossed and turned in the haystack, imagining the wonderful taste of black bread.
Although the sound of the little boy falling to the ground was not loud, it was still captured by the keen nerves of others.
Gradually, figures emerged from the dilapidated thatched huts all around.
They swayed and rushed towards the place where the little boy fell like ghosts, and some of them still held sharpened steel bars and sharp iron pieces in their hands.
Soon, the strongest group of people in the ghetto had surrounded the little boy on the ground.
Greedy eyes flickered in their faint eyes, and they could even hear the sound of swallowing each other's saliva.
"What are you waiting for?"
A vicious bald man licks his chapped lips "There's something to eat"
"But he's still alive."
I don't know who said something in a low voice, and suddenly, the tense atmosphere around him froze.
Indeed, the little boy still heard the sound of breathing, even though the breathing was very weak.
"It's okay, you can let the blood out first."
Scarface sweated profusely and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said coldly.
After finishing speaking, he clenched the gleaming steel bar tightly in his hand, bent down, and wiped the sharp end towards the little boy's neck.
At this moment, a mechanical roar suddenly came from a distance, instantly breaking the silence of the slums
Two dazzling lights pierced the dark night and shone here through the thick fog.
The bald man was startled suddenly, and immediately stopped the movements of his hands
Everyone in the slums looked at the two dazzling beams of light together.
This is a military steam locomotive, with thin jets of hot steam, rigid lines and thick bulletproof steel plates that make it look