After Becoming a Little Sister

The dumb girl felt a little pity, but she nodded and agreed to the exchange.

The world views of the two little ones are very simple, much better than the little fat guy who is locked in a small black room and screams every day. Taking it without telling him is stealing, that's what a bad boy would do. Things to do.

Although they are in distress, the Nuannuan girl has a gentle family education, and the dumb girl has a gentle mother even though she is poor, and a cold-faced and warm-hearted sister who hopes to let this half-sister walk on the bright road. Take a detour.

The small truck swayed along the road along the Busan River. They picked out things to barter in the cold wind, hoping to get through the night without finding help.

There was a convoy passing by this pickup truck. The huge Dongfeng Warrior cross-country convoy was tough and mighty. The pickup truck hurriedly pulled aside to avoid it. Nuan Nuan and the mute girl hiding in the cargo compartment looked up. All of a sudden, Qiqi let out a cry of surprise, and then lowered his head again to choose clothes.

But fate always has a time when people meet again, maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight.

The wind and snow still haven't stopped...

……

……

Mrs. Jin returned to the residence of the black-clothed hunks, and took off the wind-shielding cloak.

The cloak of the cloak, which sounds the same as "open", is actually an ancient military coat.

It’s just that the ancient wars were not as complete as the current logistical support. Sometimes it was necessary to camp in the wild, and even a general couldn’t get a sleeping bag out of his pocket. This kind of cloak can be used as a bedding once it is unfolded and wrapped. .

The Taoist crane cloak is more like a cloak, just to keep out the cold wind.

Although Mrs. Jin said something like 'security company', in fact, except that they were not equipped with regular army weapons, all these black-clothed hunks were trained in the way of the ancient army-compared to the era of hot weapons. Military training in China pays more attention to the use of weapons and tactical collocation, while military training in the cold weapon era actually focuses on improving the quality of soldiers.

Of course, orders and prohibitions are also a necessary part of quality improvement, so those who traveled back to the ancient times to take out military training can actually be used, and it should be really easy to use.

Mrs. Jin, who took off her cloak, was only wearing a simple white shirt, and walked in while rolling up the cuffs.

Mrs. Mei went out to run errands, Mrs. Zhu and Mrs. Lan stayed in Beidi, and only the last Mrs. Ju rushed over to wait for orders.

As soon as the two of them walked through the corridor, they were attracted by a faint cry.

But then the crying sound was cut off again, as if what she heard before was a hallucination.

Mrs. Jin looked at Mrs. Ju beside her with some doubts. The latter scratched her head and told about the little fat man.

For the sake of ten thousand yuan, the little fat man, who caused the whole family to lose a chance to change their destiny, is now locked in the small black room here-after all, except for their specially built confinement rooms, such a secret room can be easily found. The places that are opaque to the rooms specially built for punishing behavior are probably military barracks.

"It's like a dog. After that fat woman is discharged from the hospital, break her leg again." Mrs. Jin rubbed her forehead: "The news of having a child is a good thing, add more people, and you will be rewarded if you find it."

Mrs. Ju nodded: "I'll send people out right away."

In comparison, among the four wives of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, Mrs. Ju belongs to the kind who has no sense of existence.

It's not that her personal image is not clear enough. Mrs. Mei is short, Mrs. Lan is a strong sister, and Mrs. Zhu's epic face blindness and unscrupulous little hooliganism are even more impressive. In comparison, Mrs. Ju looks more like a vitality fitness trainer, which can be regarded as recognizable at a glance.

She has short, crisp hair that reaches the ears. She is not as muscular as Gui Aige, but she only wears an elastic vest in winter, revealing her sharp-edged muscles compared to most men. A qualified King Kong Barbie.

This kind of personal image is actually much gentler and more acceptable than Muscular Sister Gui Aige. Muscular Sister Gui Aige is too explosive, although if you look closely, your figure is not bad, and her arms are thicker than human thighs. The soft breasts that can be erased, and the big iron-like buttocks are all cute.

But with the height of [-] meters, no one would lean towards King Kong Barbie.

But to remove the word Barbie...

If Mrs. Chrysanthemum and Muscular Sister Gui Aige stand together, then the former can even be called Xiaojiabiyu.

Jin Chashu, who was following them, looked curiously at the hall on the other side of the confinement room, thought for a while, and instead of approaching his mother who was in a bad mood, he sauntered to the confinement room, following the path before The cries of children who shouldn't be here have found their target.

She pointed to the confinement room: "Who is this? Which child came to play and was punished? Don't, if it's just a child, confinement is too serious, right?"

The hunky man in black scratched his head, explained the matter, and then persuaded: "Girl, don't look at these children who are still young, but sometimes they do bad things that make people itch their teeth. They know it in their hearts. Just relying on the fact that I am still young and the adults are soft-hearted, I have nothing to do with them."

After hearing this, Jin Char Siu also had his teeth itchy, and waved his hand after hearing the words: "What are you talking about, he is really just a child—so don't let him go!"

"Just listen to a word of persuasion, otherwise it will be very difficult for me... huh?" The hunky man in black froze halfway through speaking: "What did you just say?"

"I said don't let him go!" Jin Chashu thought for a while, and opened the small visitation gate.

A beam of light was thrown into the gate, and the little fat man rushed over and opened it on tiptoe: "Let me out! Let me out!!"

Then it seemed that he saw the approaching face of Jin Char Siew, the little fat man who was locked up for half an hour and almost collapsed was crying and cursing, his face was covered with tears mixed with snot, and his voice became more and more sharp.

"...What did he say?" Jin Chashu scratched his face, unable to understand.

"He said my sister has a happy New Year." The hunky man in black cleared his throat: "Let's keep him locked up."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull the small gate, but was stopped by Jin Char Siu.

Jin Chashu stared at the fat little fat man's distorted face from yelling, and slowly closed the small gate, watching his eyes gradually despair, and then suddenly opened the gate, watching him see through the light under the only light. out of hope——

"I think he's scolding me." Jin Char Siew played with the little fat man and sneered, "The unlucky kid is yelling quite loudly, it hurts my ears."

"Cough, um... it's meal time, girl, do you want something to eat? The chef in the cafeteria said he wanted to add more food today."

"Give me a piece, I'll tease this poor boy... Oh yes!" Jin Chashu seemed to think of something: "Give me a few chicken legs, grilled or fried, more."

"Oh." The hunky man in black walked away step by step and turned his head three times: "Take it easy, it won't do if you kill him, Madam will blame me when the time comes."

"Hey, do you think I'm some kind of monster? Go, go, go—"

"..."

After a while, the burly man in black brought the food, and a pile of braised chicken legs stood out on the dinner plate.

"The chef in the cafeteria said that he vomited after eating fried chicken. He just added a batch of spices and marinated them for a bit of flavor. Would you like to try them?"

"Leave it alone, you go and do your work, and I'll mess with this broken child's mentality."

Jin Chashu turned on the wall-mounted TV next to it, and then opened the small gate at the bottom of the confinement room, picked up a chicken leg and dangled in front of the small gate.

The rich aroma of spices from the stewed chicken legs spread out, and the aroma of meat was more intense than that of fried chicken, as if a seductive hand had penetrated into the confinement room, teasing the little fat man's stomach.

The golden char siew was like fishing for crayfish. He held the chicken leg with his chopsticks and waited outside the small gate. After waiting for a few seconds, the corner of his mouth hooked and he pulled the chicken leg back suddenly—a short, fat one protruded from the gate. hand, constantly groping outside, trying to find the chicken leg just now.

The small gate at this position is for food delivery, and it is pushed directly along the ground to avoid overturning. One can imagine how low the height is.Even the little fat man could only lie on the cold ground, trying to reach out his hand to find hope.

But is he worthy?Jin Chashu ignored the short hand and opened the small gate on it: "Do you want to eat?"

The little fat man twisted his body with difficulty, half of his hand was still outside, and he looked up at the half-passed chicken leg above.

"..."

But when he got up in a hurry, the chicken leg had already been taken away.

The little fat man sniffed the smell of meat greedily. He finally bought a bucket of fried chicken before, but he was found out after only a few mouthfuls. I was out of my mind, and I wanted to eat something more.

Meat...chicken leg...

And it's so fragrant, ten times more fragrant than fried chicken legs...

No, a hundred times!

He tried his best to stand on tiptoe, and pushed the chubby face out along the inspection gate, and then he saw Jin Char Siu's wicked behavior.

She opened a bottle of happy water, looking at the angle of the little fat man, she could only hear voices and vaguely see the flickering TV, slowly, meticulously and even artificially gnawed on the big and tasty braised chicken leg.

The brown chicken skin was still shiny with oil visible to the naked eye, and was torn off in pieces. The chicken oil mixed with the marinade dripped into the rice, permeating down the crystal clear and plump rice grains, steaming in the winter.

I have to say that this kind of behavior is really hated by others. Even under normal circumstances, a friend who has not eaten will have the urge to give her a few times, let alone a fat man who is already gluttonous.

At this moment, it was completely isolated on the other side by the heavy metal gate, and the saliva flowed down the small gate.And it flowed down with real value - he opened his mouth, saliva dripped down from the corner of his mouth, and flowed down the taupe metal gate, outlining a few wet traces.

This kind of reaction was unexpected by Jin Chashu, but before she could do anything, Mrs. Jin's voice came from behind her: "What are you doing?"

Jin Chashu looked back and found that his own mother and Mrs. Ju were standing at the door of the room here.

She sneered and didn't have the nerve to explain that she was packing up the broken children, and she was just about to fool around, but unexpectedly Mrs. Jin's eyes turned away from her and looked at the TV.

An urgent news was being broadcast on TV. A female reporter spoke emotionally to the camera in the snow, and kept pointing to the place where the crowd watched: "What we are seeing now is that the victim was brutally murdered by that murderous demon." The scene of the murder! This is a very remote passage between high-rise buildings, let us interview the official personnel——Sir, this gentleman, has the murderer been caught?"

The one who was stopped by her happened to be the tough guy who had confronted Mrs. Mei. He was so busy right now that he didn't have time to cooperate with the reporter's live interview, so he could only wave his hands impatiently: "Go away! Don't destroy the scene! "

"We can see that the official attitude is very vicious and has repeatedly refused our interview. Maybe they want to hide some secrets that cannot be made public to the public? Is there something that needs to be hidden at the scene of the crime? Let us--"

"I said, can you get out of the way?" The hunk boy shouted at the reporter who kept pushing forward, saying strange things while pushing, "Please cooperate with our work! Get out of the way right now!"

"The officials are very emotional, but it doesn't matter. At this time, we must ensure everyone's right to know. May I ask this gentleman, do you have any latest clues about the murderer?"

"...There are no murderous demons."

"Then just now we saw that the official people are in control, what is it for?"

"you--"

"Okay, this gentleman is unwilling to cooperate with our interview, but it doesn't matter, let's change to another perspective!"

The live interview from the helicopter's perspective looked down, and some official vehicles visible to the naked eye stopped at the intersection between the tall buildings with flashing police lights, as if they were waiting for something to appear.

However, this angle of view not only captures the current situation that the Nanbang officials are besieging the opponent, but also exposes the fact that the Nanbang officials are only guarding some of the nodes due to lack of manpower, and there are still many vacancies in many places.

If the other party is not an idiot, just look at the TV on the street, and you can probably easily bypass those official personnel staying at various nodes, and leave the city directly, just like turning on the full-view perspective.

"Idiot..." Mrs. Jin frowned, trying to look away, but inadvertently looked at the live reporter interview box that popped up at the bottom right of the TV viewing angle.

The screen was scrolling and playing some pictures of the scene captured by them, including the blood splattered on the wall like an arch bridge, the belongings of the victims scattered on the ground, and several foreign language course textbooks in Chinese characters that were trampled in a bad manner.

And an embroidered umbrella that was overturned on the ground with a thin layer of snowflakes.

The tail of the embroidered umbrella clearly shows the empty slot left after the straight blade is pulled away...

The picture above made her pupils constrict——

Mrs. Ju frowned slightly: "Isn't this Amei's umbrella?"

"This umbrella!" Jin Chashu also saw the scene clearly, and stood up abruptly: "Is that the girl we met before?!"

Mrs. Ju was slightly puzzled: "It's not Amei? What girl?"

"Aju, call someone." Mrs. Jin's eyes darkened, and her expression became silent again.

Even if Mrs. Ju didn't understand the situation, she could guess that Mrs. Jin was going to gather people to go there.

She looked at the many Nanbang officials on TV, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "Ma'am, there are so many people over there, why don't you..."

"I said—call! People!"

"...Yes!" Mrs. Ju took out a small whistle and blew it vigorously near her mouth. The sharp whistle resounded through the entire floor.

Then someone directly rang the alarm bell in the room, and the lamp that was originally quietly placed in the corner of the ceiling burst out with swirling red light, which mixed with the sound of the bell suddenly pushed the atmosphere of the entire building into tension.

Countless footsteps and shouts resounded in the corridor, those who were in their lounges stood up, those who were training in the training hall dropped the equipment in their hands, and those who were eating in the cafeteria took a few bites into their mouths After the meal, he threw the chopsticks away, jumped up and ran like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

At the door of the confinement room, the hunky man in black who had bought a meal for the little fat man heard the sound of the alarm bell, and also started to rush out. The meal was just placed at the bottom gate.

Although he didn't bring any good food for the other party, after all, the chef in charge of the canteen is a genuine master of the Republic, and the ordinary big pot rice is not comparable to Nan Bang's corner of "kimchi saves the taste buds" all day long.