three minutes later—
Song Qingwan lay down weakly on the hospital bed with a pale and hopeless face. She just stretched out her hand and pulled the white quilt to the top of her head. She looked like a corpse that had just died. I'm dead, don't bother me if I have nothing to do" breath.
And he didn't write any homework, instead, he kept babbling angrily, fighting for Hussel's four little guys.
They were thrown out of the ward one by one by Hussel mercilessly, including their schoolbags.
His face was extremely cold, and his movements were even more crisp and neat, not sloppy at all.
He directly pushed the four children who were still confused and didn't know what happened, into the arms of the assistants.
Hussell was dressed in a white coat, with a slender and tall body standing at the door of the ward, with one hand in his pocket, raised his calm and cold blue eyes, and looked straight at them.
Seeing this, the members of Hussell's team were shocked, and quickly straightened their backs.
In the next second, Hussel's thin lips parted slightly, and he said coldly:
"Teach them to do their homework."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for the Hussel team to respond, with a "bang", Hussel turned around and ruthlessly closed the door.
Two seconds later, there was a "click" sound from inside, and the lock was locked directly.
This strong desire to survive can be clearly seen even through a door.
People from Hussell's team: "..."
ruthless.
Too cruel.
Boss, you are not human! ! ! !
The assistants could no longer maintain their cold and ruthless appearance, and their faces were full of tears.
They just listened to the corner for a while, well, they just gloated a little.
Boss is fine.
Actually sent four bombs out directly!
Moreover, these four small bombs with huge lethality are still innocent and pure at the moment, looking at them with big black eyes, their eyes are shining, excited and happy to see them.
They are all small, holding their own schoolbags in their hands, their beautiful little faces are fair and tender, and their dark and slender eyelashes are fluttering, like little angels, not to mention how cute they are. Give them life.
Of course, it's really... just watching.
two hours later—
Of the twelve people in the team, three of them took out the tranquilizer and gave themselves half an injection.
The two of them clutched their chests and took the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill while gasping for breath. The other five took several deep breaths, their expressions were in a trance, and they were on the verge of collapsing at any time.
The remaining two, who were slightly older, fainted from anger, and were sent directly to the next ward for intravenous drip.
However, this is just the beginning—
three hours later—
There were only ten people left in the team, two of them were already on the phone, and began to prepare for their own funeral arrangements. The three injected the remaining sedatives, took several deep breaths, held their breath, and continued with their homework.
And one person started to read medical books, preparing to give himself a psychological consultation, so as not to be forced to become a psychopath, and the other put his hands together, closed his eyes and begged God sincerely, begging God to turn back time, wishing that he had never been to country Z.
The remaining three were sent directly to the next ward for IV drips.
four hours later—
Of the seven people in the team, four couldn't bear it any longer. When they went to the next door to get an IV drip, the remaining three still persisted tenaciously, but it was obvious that their souls had drifted away, and their expressions were dull and stiff.
Soon, five hours passed.
Three people in the team.
-completely annihilated.
Another ten minutes passed.
The little ones were overjoyed when they saw that they had finished all their homework. When they looked up, they found that the uncles in the office were gone.
Xiao Luli raised her little hand strangely, scratched her head, then turned to ask Qu Qianqian:
"Sister Qianqian, do you know where Uncle and the others have gone?"
Qu Qianqian is packing up her composition. Their last homework, and the only homework they don't need to be taught by their uncles, is composition. Hearing this, she shook her head:
"I don't know either! I was writing a composition just now, so I didn't see it."
On the contrary, he just wrote the composition casually, and Zhang Yiming, who was running around, came over and shouted:
"I know! I saw it! The three uncles who taught us to do our homework just fell asleep sitting on the chair. After that, three uncles came in outside and dragged them away. Then they seemed to run to other rooms Playing here!"
Qu Qianqian pulled up her schoolbag, and when she heard this, she immediately became a little unhappy: "Bad uncle, they didn't bring us to play!"
Jian Xiyan thought for a while and wrote:
Maybe they are afraid of disturbing our homework.
When Qu Qianqian thought about it, she felt that it made sense, and she stopped being angry immediately. Instead, she put on her small schoolbag and said crisply: "Anyway, we have finished our homework now, let's go to the next room to find uncle and the others to play!"
The other friends also finished their homework, thinking that they had nothing to do, so they nodded.
A minute later, the four little guys happily left the office door with their schoolbags on their backs, and their happy voices could be heard from far away:
"Uncle! We're here to play with you!"
As soon as these words were said, in the corridor, the next ward, the next next ward, and the next next next ward slammed the doors closing one after another, and there were several urgent and panicked voices:
"It's over, it's over, hurry up, close the door, don't let them in!!!"
They spoke M Mandarin, which the little ones couldn't understand at all. When they ran to the door curiously, they found that all the wards were locked, and they couldn't get in at all.
The little girl had no choice but to tiptoe slightly, stretched out her little hand and patted the door, and said in a childish voice, "Uncle, uncle, are you inside? We're here to play with you!"
In the ward, there was a dead silence, and there was no sound.
Little Luli tilted her head, raised her little hand, and knocked a few more times, but there was still no sound, so she turned her head and said to her little friend sullenly:
"Uncle and the others don't seem to be inside."
"Could it not be this room?"
As Zhang Yiming said, he ran outside another ward with a locked door, clapping his little hands:
"Uncle! Uncle, are you in there? Uncle, please open the door quickly. We finished our homework and came to play with you."
Seeing this, Qu Qianqian also ran to another room in a dignified manner, and knocked again, but still no one responded, as if there was no one inside.
Little Luli opened her big black and clear eyes, tilted her head, and said in a very sad voice, "What should I do, Uncle and the others seem to have disappeared."
Qu Qianqian frowned, also very puzzled: "How could so many uncles disappear! We just wrote a homework."
"That's right," Zhang Yiming's small shoulders slumped, and he said sullenly, "What about such a big uncle, how can you say that if he doesn't see him, he will disappear."
Jian Xiyan pondered for a moment, then lifted the tablet: he might have been taken away by the bad guys.
The other three little guys stared wide-eyed.
Jian Xiyan wrote again: We are going to the police uncle for help.