"Me too. I was going to the mall with my mother. I got lost and was caught here."
…
All the boys spoke sadly about their experiences of being captured.
Thinking of their parents at home and the cruelty and horror here, they all cried, and everyone cried very sadly.
Xiao Cong's eyes turned red and he wanted to cry.[
He endured it and said to them firmly: "Don't worry, our parents will definitely come to save us!"
However, no one responded to his words.
Zhang Xu cried: "No way. I have been imprisoned for a year. I tell myself every day that my parents will come to save me. But they never come, and we will never see them again.
I can't leave here anymore."
Xiao Cong's face turned pale and he clenched his small fists tightly.
"I don't believe it! My father is very powerful, he will definitely come to save me, he will!"
But does Dad know he is being held captive in this place?
Xiao Cong was also very worried. If they couldn't find him, he would be locked up here like them.
Xiao Cong felt very sad. He found an open space and sat down, hugging his knees, lowering his eyes and thinking about his own thoughts.
After a while, someone brought steamed buns and steamed buns.
A stack of steamed buns and a stack of steamed buns were placed on the ground. As soon as the door was closed, all the children rushed towards the food.
The crying just now stopped, and everyone went to grab food fiercely.
If you can't grab it, you grab it from other people's hands. For a moment, everyone is fighting in a ball.
Some of them took a few quick bites of the buns and had no time to swallow them, so they were forcefully torn out from their mouths.
Xiao Cong looked at them in shock, dumbfounded and unable to recover for a long time.
Suddenly, half a steamed bun rolled in front of him.
The boys who were fighting stopped and stared closely at the buns at his feet, but they hesitated and did not dare to step forward to pick them up.
Xiao Cong picked up the steamed bun. The steamed bun was very dirty and covered with dust.
But they all looked at the half steamed bun in his hand greedily, as if it were a delicacy as delicious as the delicacies from the mountains and seas.
He stood up, and the boys all looked disappointed.[
They thought that Xiao Cong would not return the steamed buns to them.
But they didn't dare to grab it. He knew kung fu and they were no match for him.
Xiao Cong looked at them, divided the steamed buns into three portions, and handed them to the three thin boys who had not eaten anything.
"You guys can eat, I'm not hungry." He said softly.
They didn't care about him, they just grabbed the steamed buns and swallowed them quickly.
But the thinnest boy, who was about the same age as him, still said thank you to him.
Xiao Cong asked very puzzledly: "Why are you rushing to eat? One for each person, so that everyone will not be hungry."
One boy said: "They only send us steamed buns and steamed buns twice a day. There are only four steamed buns and four steamed buns at one time, which is not enough for us to eat. If we don't grab it, we will starve to death."
"Starve to death?" Xiao Cong was shocked. In his world, the concept of starving to death had never existed.
"Yes, several people have starved to death. After people die, they will carry them out and throw them into the sea to feed the fish."
Xiao Cong's face turned pale again, without any blood.
Is this world really the world he knows?
He thought that all children were like him, loved by their parents, went to school every day, and lived happily.
