I dig ancient tombs for the country

At this time, the strange voice sounded again, Hongmao and I involuntarily quickened our pace and walked towards the sound.

In the dim light, we both saw a scrawny, hunched man holding a pickaxe and knocking diamonds on the rock. As he kept moving, he made the sound of iron chains hitting.

God!Thick iron chains were wrapped around the man's wrists and ankles.Every time he knocked on the wall, the iron chains made a "huh-hu-la-la" sound. This man is so pitiful. Not to mention being imprisoned here, he still has to work for them. There is no reason for this.

We walked all the way to the man's side, but he didn't realize what we meant at all. Could it be that he is also deaf?

The two of us stood behind him, watching him wave the pickaxe in his hand again and again.

This person was dressed in rags, the clothes on his body could no longer see their original appearance, some places even showed cotton, but fortunately they were still cotton clothes, otherwise it would be even more miserable on the top of this snow mountain.Being cold and hungry is not a good feeling. I have not touched a grain of rice for two days and two nights, my eyes were black from hunger, and I almost failed to report to Hades.

The two of us stood in front of him for a long time, and the man kept waving the pickaxe in his hand, like a robot who didn't know how to get tired.

The red hair couldn't help but stepped forward and patted the man on the shoulder. The man didn't even turn his head, and kept waving the pickaxe in his hand.

"Hey, hello, can you hear me?" the red hair shouted loudly into the man's ear.

I found that the person's body trembled slightly, and then continued to knock, and then knocked...

Hong Mao was really angry at last, he went up and grabbed the man's arm fiercely: "Stop knocking again, tell me who you are?" Hong Mao roared angrily, almost breaking me eardrum.

The man stared blankly at the red hair with a pair of cloudy eyes. His face was wrinkled, and his big dry hands were scarred.

The red hair stood stubbornly beside the man, staring at the cloudy eyes opposite him with big eyes, and met each other. I suddenly shivered violently, and an ominous premonition quickly spread throughout my body.

Although the man's face is rough, but the general outline is so similar to the red hair, the most frightening thing is the man's messy hair, if you look closely, you will find that the hair is red with curly hair.Su Dawei, Su Dawei is still alive.

God!A feeling like the world was spinning, and I couldn't help but sneezed several times: "Ah, ah."

The red hair turned around in confusion: "Brother Tao, is your nose uncomfortable?"

I suppressed the tears that were about to rush out, and answered vaguely.

The red hair gave me a surprised look, and then continued to ask the man: "Who chained you up, tell me, and I will avenge you."

The man raised his face and stared at the red hair: "Hee hee, you avenge me, I don't need it, I don't need it, I want to dig diamonds, I want to dig diamonds."

As he spoke, he picked up the pickaxe in his hand and knocked on the diamonds on the wall again and again.

Hongmao shrugged at me, and shouted helplessly: "I'm drunk too!"

I stepped forward and grabbed the man's arm: "Uncle, don't knock anymore, look at his hair." I pointed to Hongmao's curly red hair.

"My hair? Is there something in my hair?" The red hair looked at me inexplicably, and reached out to touch my head.

The man raised his cloudy eyes and stared fixedly at the red hair. After a long, long time, his lips trembled and he muttered indistinctly: "Like, it's so similar."

"Uncle, who does he look like?" I asked loudly, and the red hair on the side became more and more surprised, "Brother Tao, what the hell are you doing?"

The man kept muttering, but I listened hard but still couldn't hear anything clearly.I dare not tell Hongmao, for fear that Hongmao will not be able to bear it for a while and lose his mind.

There was a slight noise at the mouth of the hole, and I saw a basket tied down from above the mouth of the well. In the basket were some wild fruits and a vegetable dumpling, and a jug of water.

"Uncle, is he going to give you this?" I looked at the uncle with disbelief.This is how the uncle has lived for so many years!No wonder he was skinny and dull like a fool.

Seeing the things tied down from the mouth of the well, Hongmao shouted to it: "Luo Shihai, you bastard, let me see if I don't break your legs when I go out."

There was no sound at the mouth of the well, not even a human figure, let alone a human being.The red hair was so angry that he couldn't stop cursing, I had no choice but to drag the uncle to find a place to sit down.

The uncle lives in such a place every day, sleeps on the floor, eats wild fruits and vegetable dumplings, and has to work. Isn't this abuse?

I couldn't help but my eyes were sore, I almost shed tears, and I felt so uncomfortable, when I heard Hongmao was still roaring, I angrily reprimanded him: "Don't yell, Hongmao, you just yelled out your throat, that Luo Shihai won't even talk to you, you should come and talk to uncle."

"If there is anything to talk about, he knows how to work, besides digging drills." Hongmao drooped his head and sat on the ground dejectedly.

"Hongmao, come here, take a good look at Uncle, who does he look like?" Hearing what I said, Hongmao looked up, up, down, left, right, left, and right. When Hongmao saw Uncle's mess He couldn't help being taken aback when he cut his hair, he stood up and pointed at the man tremblingly and asked, "Are you Su Dawei?"

The man laughed "hehe": "Su Dawei, who is Su Dawei?" His mouth was drooling, and when he saw the vegetable dumpling in the basket, he grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth desperately, stuffing it so urgently that he choked. Roll your eyes.

Hongmao quickly brought the water jug ​​and handed it to the man's mouth: "Drink slowly, drink slowly." I saw Hongmao secretly wiping tears.well!Let everyone feel bad.Seeing his father being spoiled like this, is it any wonder that he feels good?

The uncle gobbled it up for a while, and even drank every drop of the water in the jar.Hongmao hurriedly took out Su Dawei's original diary and the notebook he picked up in the cave: "Look, is this your notebook?"

The uncle looked at Hongmao obsessively: "Hey, it really looks like Xiufen."

With a "snap", the notebook in Hongmao's hand fell, and he lost his mind, his mouth opened in a daze and he couldn't speak.

I went forward and hugged Hongmao to comfort him: "Don't be sad, luckily uncle is still alive, when we go back to Shanghai to go to the hospital for treatment, I think he will be fine."

Hongmao lay in my arms and cried bitterly, I patted his back and said, "Don't cry, don't cry." Actually, am I crying?

What happened to the uncle can no longer be described in ordinary words. It is completely beyond the moral norms. This is abuse and crime. It severely restricts a person's freedom and completely deprives him of his right to be a human being.

It is appalling to hear that the heir of a big Shanghai group was tortured in such a dark and dark cave.