The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

off screen.

Lin Xiaopei was greatly stimulated when Tang Jiao said his last words, and fainted in Xiao Sheng's arms.

After Qin Li called Qi Dongyang, she couldn't sit still at home. She put on her coat uneasily and hurriedly went out.

Even the group "Brother Chuan is popular today?", which had not been talked to for a while, was flooded with urgent inquiries from Chen Mili, Lin Haojie and others, @唐茭@霄京川.

Senior Grade 1 Class Group, Jingzhou University Medical Department Liaison Group, Jingzhou University Alumni Group, Jingzhou No. 1 Civil Hospital Internship Group, Xiaoli Group Internal Group...

There were overwhelming voices asking and discussing.

Li Youle, who was working overtime at Blue Star Finance Company and had just finished reviewing the interview draft, immediately grabbed his backpack and rushed out after calling Tang Jiao's cell phone to no avail...

The outskirts of Jingzhou.

Bai Sheng clicked on his phone and watched with satisfaction the barrage that quickly flashed across the screen in the live broadcast room, and said with a low smile:

"It's so lively."

He glanced at the mechanical female voice and immediately wiped away his tears, restoring Tang Jiao's guarded state.

Putting the phone in his pocket, he adjusted his clothes leisurely, feeling as if he was feeling the joy of being drunk.

Bai Sheng patted himself.

Jie Jie stared at Tang Jiao with his narrow eyes like a poisonous snake about to have a meal, Jie Jie said with a strange smile:

"Don't waste your efforts touching it, he will definitely watch you die with his own eyes."

Tang Jiao followed his gaze and looked towards the top of the wall.

There is a 360-degree hemispherical camera with no blind spots.

There is even a backup camera...

He wouldn't let the live broadcast have any chance of ending.

Tang Jiao's straight waist suddenly softened, and his back hit the wall before he could hold himself up.

The spotless white gloves from beginning to end were pressed to his temples, Bai Sheng smiled and made a frivolous salute.

"Farewell, little girl."

"Squeak-bang."

A thick green-painted iron door was quickly opened and slammed shut, arousing a loud response in the empty space.

"Om-"

My feet suddenly felt numb and vibrated.

Tang Jiao trembled all over and lowered his head in fear, only to realize that the bomb display screen on his ankle shook.

The countdown has jumped to 39 minutes and 59 seconds.

Tang Jiao's dark pupils shrank, and with a chill rushing up her spine, her heartbeat hit her chest twice.

She ran towards the door.

"Open the door! Bai Sheng, open the door!!!"

Tang Jiao pulled the bolt of the iron door and pushed hard, only to make a heavy banging sound, which echoed in the basement.

Dust particles fell from the walls and iron doors.

Locked from the outside.

Tang Jiao raised his eyes and looked around the iron door, which had almost no gaps.

He immediately raised his leg and kicked him vigorously, his almost frozen feet still numb from the shock.

The feet stepping on the green-painted iron door were only wearing socks that turned from white to gray.

The originally inconspicuous small display screen, not much bigger than Green Arrow chewing gum, was particularly dazzling at this time.

The red numbers kept jumping down at a constant speed and indifferently.

39 minutes 32 seconds.

39 minutes 31 seconds.

The anesthesia was almost wearing off.

Tang Jiao suddenly turned around, ran to the toilet door in the right corner, and leaned forward to take a look.

Solid, no windows.

Under the silent gaze of the black lens.

The girl with loose black curly hair is running and looking around in the extremely cold gray space, with a slightly stern profile and straight lines.

Against the backdrop of the thick red scarf, her skin was as white as frost, making her look breathtakingly beautiful.

Like a stubborn and beautiful antelope in a desperate situation.

It took Tang Jiao 30 seconds to confirm again that this was an iron wall with no exit.

Mung Doudou clutched the corner of his clothes and kept trotting behind Tang Jiao.

When Tang Jiao turned around, he accidentally bumped into her leg, and his body bounced back and fell to the ground.

The child remained silent. His face was slightly red and swollen with traces of being slapped. His big, clean and clear eyes were full of fear.

Tang Jiao looked down at him, breathing heavily and slowly.

Until the child reached out and held her bound right ankle, timidly calling her "sister".

Tang Jiao's nose suddenly became sour.

She squatted down, hugged Mung Doudou tightly, and choked with sobs:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Doudou."

Your sister might kill you.

Although Tang Jiao choked Bai Sheng in front of her, she didn't think that Mung Doudou would really be safe and sound if he was trapped with her explosive bag.

38 minutes 23 seconds.

Tang Jiao quickly calmed down, picked up Mung Doudou, and sat back down against the wall.

One large and one young lady were sitting against the wall, leaning on each other.

When his back pressed against the cold, hard wall again, he felt a ridiculous sense of solidity.

Tang Jiao lowered his head, and there were waves of bitterness like yellow lotus in his throat.

She looked at her right foot, reached out and tugged at the two-finger-wide iron ring locked on her ankle.

The joint of the bomb was welded to the iron ring and remained motionless.

Tang Jiao smiled bitterly.

Maybe calling 119 and asking the firefighters to bring a metal cutting machine can save her life.

Tang Jiao looked numbly at the mobile phone that was thrown aside, with the screen shattered into a spider web.

She had seen it a long time ago. It was broken and could not be opened.

With this thought in mind, I couldn't help but take it in my hand, and pressed the power button hard for a long time. Another precious 15 seconds passed.

The screen didn't light up. Tang Jiao even tapped his phone on the ground and tried again.

My grandma used to have a famous saying that always works: "If the TV or radio is broken, it will get better if you give it a few taps."

Tang Jiao smiled bitterly and threw down his unsatisfactory mobile phone and looked at Mung Doudou.

After a long while, he spoke seriously:

"Although I don't know why Bai Sheng locked you up here..."

She murmured, touched Mung Doudou's little green hair, and whispered:

"Doudou, after a while, you go to the toilet first."

She faced the frightened child with difficulty, smiled, pinched his cheek and said, "Thank you for staying with my sister for a while."

Mung Doudou felt sad for no reason.

An emotion that he couldn't quite identify yet, but tears flowed out first.

"elder sister……"

Tang Jiao's eyes were sore and swollen due to the child's tears.

But she didn't want to cry on camera, she couldn't show her breakdown.

She forced herself to bite her trembling lower lip and forced out a smile.

"Doudou, is there any pain anywhere? Sister, let me take a look."

Tang Jiao carefully picked up the child's sleeves, showing bruises on them.

After lifting up the hem of the slightly thin old coat on his body, the child's thin belly was exposed. Goosebumps arose all over his body from the cold, and it was still covered in large areas of blue and black.

They were all injuries from beatings.

Tang Jiao pressed it and checked. The bones should not be broken.

But it's still shocking.

Her breathing was not steady, she grabbed Mung Doudou's hand and asked, "Did he hit you?"

Mung Doudou nodded.

An extreme sense of absurdity came over me.