This psychologist is weird

Chapter 239 The Boy's Last Day

"That person is the person mentioned in the data, among the trafficking gang, the person who bought a pack of cigarettes in the last consumption record before the incident broke out."

Shu Rou turned her gaze, and then looked at the man under the eaves, sitting by the yard, smoking a cigarette, and said aloud,

"...The children locked in the two iron cages are the two uninfected survivors after the strange incident broke out."

"It's noon now."

Shu Rou raised her head a little, looking at the sun above her head,

Then he lowered his head and looked at the boy next to him.

This may be the reappearance of the last afternoon before the boy's debauchery, or a reflection of extreme negative emotions.

Rao Chang next to him turned his head back and forth, looking back and forth.

Chen Lun just stood, his eyes fell in front of him, and the scene in front of him was naturally reflected in Chen Lun's eyes.

"...Bang, bang!"

"Cry! Cry for Lao Tzu in Made?"

The two children who were only one or two years old in the iron cage couldn't stop crying with fear in their eyes.

The man with a cigarette under the eaves picked up the wooden bar on the ground and hit the iron cage twice,

The two one- and two-year-old children trembled in fright, and did not dare to make any more noises, and their bodies were still twitching.

"Made, I just owe a lesson, and the yelling made me upset."

"... Don't worry, you will be able to enjoy the blessings soon. I will find you a new father and mother right away, and then your family will be reunited."

"You are good luck. When you meet me, I will definitely find you a rich man. Don't let me lose money."

Holding a cigarette in one hand and a stick in the other, the man said with a smile,

Listening to the two small children, they were about to cry again, their bodies convulsed even more.

"Made, don't dare to cry for me again!"

"I can't beat you to death!"

His face changed abruptly, becoming ferocious, and he yelled at the two children in the iron cage,
He knocked on the stick again, threw the stick aside, and smoked again.

Next to it, it seems that in front of the kitchen.

The boy walked with a limp on his legs, squatted down, and fortunately threw the one into the water basin in front of him, washing the vegetables in the basin,

I was wearing the innermost dress on my body, and the weather was a little cold, and my hands were covered with water, and when the wind blew, they turned a little red.

The boy squatted, his waist was bent, his head was lowered, his face was a little pale as far as he could see, and there was a pool of stagnant water in his eyes, which could not turn any waves.

"...Wow, woof..."

At this moment, outside the courtyard door that was only covered by the wind, two weak barks sounded.

The boy who was squatting in front of the kitchen washing dishes had some brilliance in his stagnant eyes.
Turned his head towards the courtyard gate, struggled, and stood up again,
"...Ma De, dare to come here, I really want to send dog meat over to eat, if Qi San is here, he will eat a few more bites."

Sitting under the eaves, the man smoking a cigarette had already stood up, cursed, but smiled, looking out of the courtyard door,
It wasn't him who bit it before, maybe he just wanted to have fun, and he was about to pick up the wooden sticks thrown on the ground.

Outside the open gate,

The one who barked weakly was the stray dog ​​from before.
The stray dog ​​was much weaker than before, lying outside the gate of the courtyard, a little weak.

The body was even dirtier. The head, back, and abdomen were the wounds that were injured by the man before, and now they had rotted and festered.
A large piece of yellow and white pus was mixed on the rotten flesh of the dog, and there were a few flies around the stray dog, landing on the rotten wounds of the dog from time to time. Trembling, still lying on the ground,
Raising his head, the stray dog ​​looked towards the yard, the brilliance in his eyes was dimmer than before,
It's already a little bit dead, maybe it's here to say goodbye to the boy.

This time it didn't enter the yard, but just lying outside the gate, as if waiting for the boy,
Seemingly seeing the person in the yard picking up the wooden stick on the ground, it couldn't help shrinking back first, and then lay down on the ground again, it was already a little weak.

"... woof woof... woof woof..."

Feeling weak, the dog raised its head and yelled into the yard twice.

In the yard, in front of the kitchen, the boy stood up and looked at the dog outside the door. Hearing the dog bark twice, his body moved.

"...Made! Where are you going! How dare you, Made, run outside!"

This time the stray dog ​​didn't enter the yard, but the boy ran out of the yard,
The boy was limping, with one hand still dangling, staggering, stumbling, and ran towards the gate of the yard.
Under the eaves, the person who picked up the stick saw the boy's actions, and suddenly became angry.
It was as if the boy had provoked his majesty, he was angry, his face was ferocious, he growled at the boy, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard with a stick in his hand.

The boy ran to the gate,

Without stopping, he ran out of the yard.

"...woof..."

The boy crouched down in front of the stray dog,

The stray dog ​​struggled to get up, facing behind the boy, the man approached ferociously barked again and grinned.

"It's all right."

The boy hugged the dog, turned his back to the yard, and sat down outside the yard gate.
He held the dog in his arms,
Reaching out to drive away the flies that coil around the dog,
But the flies landed on the ground where the dog's flesh had rotted.

The boy lowered his head again, looking at the wound on the stray dog.

These were wounded by the person in the trafficking gang before, and the flesh and blood died and rotted.

On some wounds, some tiny maggots can already be seen regrowing.

The boy reached out and gently touched the rotten wound on the stray dog's head, then hugged the stray dog,

Head buried, bent over.

"...Made! I beat you to death today, but you still dare to run away!"

"How dare you run outside, ah!"

"Get out of here, I can't beat you to death today!"

Behind the boy, the roar of anger and even resentment sounded again,
The man carrying the wooden stick, with a hideous and distorted face, walked up behind the boy,
Hearing the venomous roar sounding behind him, the boy trembled all over,
But this time, he didn't let the dog run away, and he didn't listen to the man's words, so he went back to the yard.

The boy just curled up more and more, buried his head, hugged the dog in his arms, and turned his back to the yard.

"Made!"

The man carrying the wooden stick walked up behind the boy, and seeing the boy still sitting outside the courtyard with the dog in his arms, he became even angrier.
Lifting the stick in his hand, he hit the boy hard.

"Oh!"

There was a dull sound, and the boy's whole body was smashed so that he couldn't help but fell forward.
There was some pain on his face, but he didn't make a sound.

"Made, don't make a sound, don't you feel pain?"

The man became even more angry, and he took the wooden stick and beat the boy again and again.
The boy leaned forward, curled up, buried his head, trembling all over,

Holding tightly with his hands, he held the stray dog ​​tightly in his arms,
Facing the stray dog, the boy's lips moved slightly, opening and closing repeatedly, but no sound came out.
It seems to be repeating to the dog,

"It's okay, it's okay..."

The dog is in the boy's arms, being tightly protected by the boy,

"Wang...wang..."

The dog let out some weak barks, and then it was like a sound.

"...Made, I told you to run away! I told you to keep silent!"

"It doesn't hurt, doesn't it hurt, doesn't it hurt?"

"I will kill you bastard today, Ma De!"

The man became even more angry, holding a wooden stick, cursing angrily, and whipping the boy with the wooden stick.

It's just that the man picked up the wooden stick and slammed it heavily at the boy, but he stopped suddenly.

The boy didn't turn his head back, but just lowered his head, holding the stray dog ​​in his arms, and gently touched the fur of the stray dog ​​with his hands.

"You want to save the dog, don't you?"

The man whose face was still full of blood due to anger, still holding the wooden stick in his hand, suddenly smiled and said that he seemed to have found some fun.

(End of this chapter)