Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 854 Locked in the waste recycling bin

As Tang Jiang said, Han Bu was taken away voluntarily. She found those who were following her early in the morning. It was useless to cover her mouth and nose with a drug-soaked towel. She had a cold that day.

I want to know what these people are trying to do by kidnapping in broad daylight.

The eyes are wrapped in black cloth strips, and the senses of the ears become extra sensitive. The car drives for a long time, the road is bumpy, and then stops. The sound of the kidnappers stepping on plastic bottles, and the rusty iron door being pushed open and closed the crunching sound.

After two dog barks, the heart-piercing cry of a child came from the house.

Han Bu was carried by the kidnappers onto an iron bed in the courtyard, and there were four or five children of her size in the room with her.

After the kidnapper left, the group of children surrounded him, and one of them, who looked a bit domineering, tore away the black cloth in front of Han Bu's eyes.

A flash of surprise flashed in the little boy's eyes, he opened his mouth, and his domineering and childish face softened.

"Hello."

Han Bu was still getting used to the light, she was a little dazed seeing several dirty faces surrounding her.

"So you are dumb," the little boy looked thoughtful, with a slightly disappointed expression.

Han Bu had an idea, and the idea of ​​pretending to be dumb seemed to be a good idea.

Seeing that she was clean, the other children stretched out their hands to touch her clothes and fair face, but the little boy pushed them away one by one.

"You all stay away from her, or I will be impolite." The little boy waved his fists to protect Han Bu behind his back.

Seeing this, the other children didn't dare to go forward.

Han Bu's eyes were indifferent, he jumped out of the bed, leaned against the window to look at the environment around him.

The little boy followed cautiously.

There is a garbage mountain on the left and right sides outside the window, a waste recycling station, no doubt.

Just as she was thinking about how to find out what these people wanted to do, a heart-piercing cry came from the next door.

The cry frightened the children in the room, hiding in a corner and hugging into a ball, trembling.

The little boy looked at them and spat on the ground.

When he turned his head and met Shang Hanbu's eyes, the little boy became angry with embarrassment, and said fiercely: "What are you looking at? Dumb people can spit, even people can spit."

Han Bu looked away, found a bench and sat down.

It was not easy for the little boy to get through it, but he discovered that although the new kid was a mute, he would not be annoying by crying, and the mute was actually pretty good.

Even sitting is different from other children, sitting upright.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the little boy swaggered open the door and went out.

Seeing this, Han Bu felt as if his IQ was being rubbed against the ground.

The door was not closed, the door was not closed.

The little boy came back soon, and came in with a bag of steamed buns in his hand, and met Han Bu's depressed eyes at a glance.

But he didn't understand what that meant.

When the steamed buns came to the table, the children in the room rushed up.

After three times, five times and two divisions, the steamed buns were divided up.

Han Bu saw with his own eyes that their white flour steamed buns had turned into dirty buns.

Seeing her staring at other people's steamed buns, the little boy smiled triumphantly, took out a steamed bun from his pocket and waved it in front of her eyes.

"Well, here it is for you."

Han Bu shook his head, closed his eyes and rested with his back against the wall.

The little boy lowered his head in disappointment. He also saw several black handprints on the white steamed buns, and he made a mental note of the next time he washed his hands and gave her steamed buns.

Han Bu closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then walked towards the gate openly.

Before crossing the threshold, he was grabbed by the little boy behind him.

The little boy said anxiously: "You can't go out, they will beat you."

Han Bu was puzzled, and looked back at him, his eyes were asking, why did you go out?

"I'm not like you, so I can go out, but you can't, they will break your hands and feet."

Just as Han Bu was about to ask further questions, footsteps came from the door.

(End of this chapter)