The boy had not had any water or rice for almost a whole day. He swallowed, his throat was like rusty iron, smelling fishy, ​​and his eyes went black for a while. He stepped on something, and his ankles softened and he said nothing.

He fell forward without a sound.

The girl next to him grabbed his collar lightly and dragged him like a dog to death, almost strangling him to death. The boy pushed himself on the ground and maintained his posture awkwardly. At least he was not lying down.

Next, I felt that the sounds in my ears were far away and close, as if there was something behind me.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I...I really..."

I really can't run anymore.

Halfway through saying this, the boy lost all his strength, and the second half of the sentence hung empty in his throat, blown away by his breathless breath.

"What did you say?" The girl didn't hear clearly, so she came over and pinched his chin, looked at his face, frowned and asked, "Did they beat you?"

"No...no," the boy limply grabbed her hand that was patting her body, and said angrily, "...low, hypoglycemia...sister..."

"Oh," the girl was stunned after hearing this title, but she didn't object. A teenage girl was not very sensitive to age issues. She touched around and finally pulled out a piece of chocolate from somewhere.

"Here, it seems to have expired. I don't have anything else, so you can make do with it first."

This piece of chocolate had been weathered and had been melted and solidified for several rounds. It had changed shape due to the vicissitudes of time. The boy took it tremblingly, feeling like he had peeled off a sticky shroud, but he had no choice but to

He forced it into his mouth and tasted the strong smell of washing powder.

He was so hungry that he suffered from hypoglycemia. He was prone to dizziness and nausea. In addition, his throat was inflamed and he had difficulty swallowing. This lump of chocolate, which he had gone through for some time, got stuck in his throat. The boy choked and retched several times and shed tears.

Full face.

"I haven't given you something to eat, why are you crying?"

"I...uh...I'm not crying, I just...swallow...uh...can't swallow..."

"Your Highness, Princess." The girl sighed arrogantly, squatted down beside him, and waited patiently for him to wipe away her tears before asking, "Hey, let me ask you, do you know why those people tied you up?"

"No...well, I don't know." The boy tried his best to swallow the food in his mouth and took a breath of air. "I don't know them, but they have a car and a car."

There are several big dogs, I think they will catch up with us soon, we have to call the police - sister, do you have communication tools? My mobile phone was confiscated by them."

"No, our village uses shouting." The girl spread her hands, "You are not a young master from a rich family, are you? They kidnapped you and asked for money?"

"No, my parents are ordinary people." The boy thought for a moment and then said, "It's probably not for money. They didn't take pictures of me, and they didn't let me call my family to ask for ransom. The kidnapper was a gang. There were

Seven or eight people, I think the gangs involved in kidnapping and extortion are generally not that large, because if there are too many people in the gang, conflicts will easily arise due to interests, and it will be difficult for the gang to be stable."

He spoke eloquently and mixed it with written language. The girl was confused: "Oh, is that so?"

The boy immediately became cautious for no reason: "...I read it from a book."

Two and a half-year-old children were in a very remote place. There was a viaduct leading to other provinces not far away. There was not a single car around. There was no one around, but it was probably next to a garbage treatment plant because it was late summer and early autumn.

The night wind blew in waves an ecstatic rancid smell. The boy was choked by the smell and his mouth and nose hurt. He retched physiologically and quickly covered his mouth to hold it back. He glanced at the girl next to him cautiously, as if he was afraid.

She disliked it.

The girl was wearing a long-standing men's short-sleeved shirt, which was a popular style among village committee secretaries in the 1990s. However, the shirt did not fit her well and covered her body like a sack, which made her look less vulgar.

She was carrying a denim schoolbag in one hand. The zipper on the bag was broken, so she had to nail a few buttons that went in and out. The straps were so limp that they looked like they had just been picked up from a trash can.

But despite this, she didn't look sloppy, but rather indifferent.

"Sister, do you live near here?" the boy asked softly, "Where can we find adults?"

"I didn't know, I followed them behind the car," the girl picked up a piece of grass from the ground, put it in her mouth, and while observing the surrounding terrain, thinking about something, she said casually, "They were in the alley behind the mud pond.

They kidnapped you, right? I happened to pass by when I was buying breakfast, but these guys were so quick to attack. I didn't even see clearly at the time that they were arresting someone. I just felt something was wrong, so I followed them to take a look. I guess you are lucky.

"

The boy was stunned.

The girl continued: "I haven't asked you yet. What are you doing at that young age in the gangster's den in the back alley of Nitang so early in the morning?"

The boy seemed to have been struck by lightning: "You...by yourself? Alone?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I don't usually have the habit of bringing cheerleaders with me. Maybe my appearance is not grand enough."

"You didn't tell the adults? Didn't you call the police?" The boy came back to his senses, and his hair jumped up to two feet high. "What else do you want... to pick up the car? You, where did you pick up? If you fall, you will be run over by a car on the road.

Yes, and if they find you..."

The girl was interrupted by his endless chatter. She turned her head and looked at him helplessly: "Why should I report to the police? Where should I report it? Run to the police station from the back alley of Nitang and explain the matter to them.

Run back - I still don't understand the key point - just one trip back and forth is enough to drag you back to the crematorium. Be good, go away and recite your "code of conduct for primary school students". If you continue to be verbose, my sister will beat you up.

cry."

"I'm trying to reason with you, and I'm already in junior high school!"

The girl burst out laughing: "Then you have such a high degree of education, I..."

Before she finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed, she suddenly grabbed the boy and pushed him into the bushes on the roadside. The boy subconsciously held his breath, and then, a turbid light swept over him.

It's a car light.

There were several cars, and the noise of their engines and exhaust pipes was especially loud in the empty night. They circled around them like bombers, and then stopped not far from them. Then, the sound of human voices was heard in the wind.

Foul language and dog barking.

They came after them with their dogs!

The boy quickly turned to look at his companion. With the dim light, he suddenly discovered that she might not be much older than him, or even the same age. She still had a little soft baby fat on her cheeks and chin, but the girl developed earlier.

, and she seems too "ideal", giving people the illusion of maturity.

The profile of her face does not look as delicate as the front face, because there is a slight hump on the bridge of the nose, and the thick eyebrows are very long, flying upward diagonally. Time has not had time to carve her face, and the bones and flesh have not yet grown, but it has already shown a little bit.

Unruly texture.

"They have many people, cars and dogs. It's easy to catch us... No, it's easy to catch me," the boy lowered his voice low and urgent, "We should separate. If I am taken away, you must not

Come out and listen to me, I think there should be a garbage dump nearby. There must be an IC phone near a large garbage dump. Find someone to save me."

"I don't have a phone card."

The veins on the boy's forehead jumped: "Call 110 for free! Don't you have any common sense?"

"Oh, really?" The girl showed an expression of "increased knowledge", and then she calmly looked back and spat out the grass in her mouth, "Okay, I'll try it when I get a chance. I don't need it today - you put it

Take off your clothes."

"……What?"

"Take off your clothes," she turned her head and glanced at the boy's thin chest, "Bean sprouts with no breasts and no butt, can I still take advantage of you? Take off your clothes quickly, don't waste time!"

She said that she was going to do it herself. The boy huddled up in a ball with a red face, and was finally forced to give in. He didn't wear much, he took off his baseball cap, T-shirt and sweatpants, leaving only a pair of underwear on his body, like

A shaved puppy, feeling ashamed, angry and aggrieved.

The girl glanced at him and smiled very maliciously: "The dog on your pants looks quite similar to you."

"What are you looking at!"

"Follow me!" She waved to him, hunched her waist, and using the cover of bushes growing freely on the roadside, she dexterously led the boy around.

The boy had a vague sense of direction at first, but then he became confused and just followed her. The barking of the dog was getting closer and closer, and even chaotic footsteps could be heard on the empty street.

"Come here!" The girl in front waved to him, and the boy noticed that they had reached the edge of the garbage dump, and there was a barbed wire fence in front of them. Before the girl could finish her words, another light swept over her, and the two half-year-old children hurriedly squatted down.

Next, very close, the girl saw the sneakers on the boy's feet - very coquettish. The color and binding method of the shoelaces on the two feet were different, and they were fluorescent colors. "Take off the shoes too, and after a while,

Climb over here and move quickly, you will be dead if someone sees you, do you understand?"

"What are you going to do?"

The girl ignored him and continued: "After you go in, find the smelliest place to hide. A garbage truck will come near dawn. Ask them to save you."

"Okay, then you run quickly, but you have to run a little further, because the garbage dump may not be able to cover my smell," the boy huddled naked under the barbed wire fence, and he was still making impromptu science popularization based on reason, speaking at a fast pace

As fast as a machine gun, "I read in a report that the sense of smell of trained drug detection dogs is almost close to the single molecule level, and the number of olfactory cells is 30 to 50 times that of humans. The absolute threshold of a dog's sense of smell... sneeze!

"

The girl suddenly took out a small spray as big as a palm and sprayed it all over his face. The liquid sprayed on him seemed to be water, colorless and odorless, but the boy wanted to sneeze inexplicably. He was afraid of attracting his pursuers, so he had to hold his breath shut.

He closed his mouth and held his voice in his throat.

"Oh my god, how can you be so good at memorizing things? Don't you be a repeater?" After spraying, the girl slapped him on the back of the head, "Now, crawl!"

What sounded together with her words was a high-pitched and fierce bark. The dog seemed to be close at hand. The hairs on the boy's back stood up collectively. His mind went blank. He subconsciously obeyed her words and tried his best to follow the barbed wire fence.

He climbed up, and when he jumped down, his bare feet were scratched by something unknown. He staggered, ignored the tube, hurriedly climbed up, and looked at the girl on the other side of the barbed wire: "Hurry up..."

The girl used the clothes he took off to make a simple net bag, put his shoes and socks in it, and then put his baseball cap on her head.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something: "Wait, what are you going to do?"

The girl turned her head and whistled at him: "From now on, go to dirty places like the back alleys of Nitang. If you have nothing to do, you will be bullied if you are a good boy. You can run away. Sister is gone."

"You..." The boy hurriedly rushed to the barbed wire fence, trying to reach out to grab her. At this moment, another light swept over. The boy subconsciously shrank behind a trash can, but the girl stood motionless. This time,

The light directly swept over the girl's face. She turned her head and squinted her eyes, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, with a bit of anger and a bit of eagerness like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

I saw her take a few steps back, lower the brim of her hat, and put her index finger to her lips: "Shh——"

The face was clearly revealed under the flickering flashlight. The baseball cap covered her eyebrows, only revealing the pointed tip of her nose and the sharp corners of her mouth. It was like a thick fire cloud, burning into his retina.

superior.
Chapter completed!