My roommate is weird

Wiping his tears, the angry little boy wandered in the garden surrounding the Anping mansion, and sulked to his secret base, a small place made of cardboard boxes and plastic bags.

An Pingzhi, who was wearing a small suit and black overalls, obviously didn't match the surrounding environment. He often stained his clothes in one of the crime sites.

An Pingzhi squatted silently in the tent while thinking about his mother's preference for his younger sister while sulking, and suddenly felt abandoned by the whole world.

The constant chirping of birds around me also made the little guy even more angry.

At this time, a man in a security uniform walked towards An Pingzhi with a smile.

"Little one~ who are you, don't you know that this is Anping's house?"

The little boy who was wandering in the NetEase cloud world carefully looked at the man in front of him, who was wearing the unique security uniform of Anping's family.

"Are you a new security guard? You don't even know me."

The man responded with a grin.

"How could I not know the young master? The master asked me to take you there."

An Pingzhi narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Because Long Qianqian couldn't get used to being called his wife or something, so no one in Anping's family would use words like young master to call him.

"Who the hell are you? Go away, or I'll call someone!"

The man was stunned for a moment, the friendly smile on his face remained unchanged, but his tone revealed a fierce look.

"Little one is quite smart."

Seeing that his identity was revealed, the other party stepped forward and covered the little boy's mouth and nose without any hesitation, no matter how An Pingzhi struggled and bitten, the other party remained motionless as if he felt no pain.

Even a seven-year-old child couldn't stand such a toss, and An Pingzhi passed out after a while.

……

The sound of dripping water echoed uninterruptedly, and a pungent smell broke into the little boy's fragile nasal cavity.

"Ugh..."

Gradually waking up, An Pingzhi muttered twice, opened his eyes but found that he was not on a small bed in the house, but was tied to a chair with a rag stuffed in his mouth.

!!!

Although the scene in front of him almost made An Pingzhi scream out loud, but because of the good education of An Ping's family, the little boy calmed down quickly.

This is a place similar to a dormitory. Two double beds with bunk beds are placed against the wall, and there are wardrobes and other furniture in the fairly large space.

There was a smell in the air that An Heiji seemed to have smelled before, but this smell made his nose very uncomfortable.

Judging from the sunlight coming in from the window, it should not be too long since he was knocked out.

The seven-year-old clumsily calculated the other's intentions based on what he had learned on TV.

He should have been kidnapped, but the other party never showed up.

Is he asking his parents for money?

An Pingzhi tried to move his body, trying to use his center of gravity to lead the chair to jump two steps forward, but the iron blocks tied to the chair did not move the chair at all.

The mouth is stuffed with a cloth, so the sound is limited, and if the noise becomes louder, the kidnappers will be alarmed...

The little head was spinning rapidly, and because he was too nervous, cold sweat kept oozing from An Pingzhi's body, and at the same time he was constantly trying to regain his freedom.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the little boy fully admitted that he was in a dead end. Unless someone came to save him, he would probably starve to death here.

The sunlight outside the window gradually turned orange.

……

……

... Am I going to die?

An Pingzhi moved his little feet uneasily on the chair, the ropes on his body were tied tightly, and the little boy's wrists and ankles were so tired that they ached.

One drop, two drops.

Tears continued to flow from the eyes, and unprecedented fear hit my heart.

The fearless second young master in Anping's family shed tears for the first time since he could remember.

Dad, brother, come and save me...

I'm sorry sister...

I miss my mother so much...

Another half hour passed in weeping and fear.

The strange smell around him became stronger and stronger, but An Pingzhi's nose was so numb that he could hardly smell it.

The little boy stopped crying.

What's the smell around you?I always feel like I've smelled it somewhere.

"Kang Dang"

The door of the dormitory was kicked open, and Long Qianqian behind the door rushed in anxiously and ran to his son.

"Silly boy, you can be tied up at home, mom is here to save you."

The small Mrs. Anping tried hard to move her son and the chair away, but obviously this plan was not realistic.

"You brat, you're so fat! I'm so exhausted!"

He wanted to untie the rope on the chair, but because his strength was too weak, his hands were strangled and he could only untie the iron block on the chair.

But without the iron block, it's okay to carry the son and run out like this.

It's gasoline!I've smelled this smell from the driver's uncle.

A terrible idea flashed in my mind...

The little guy on the chair yelled restlessly, and the sound turned into a whining sound through the rags.

Confused, Long Qianqian remembered to take out the rag from his son's mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"Mom, it's full of gasoline! Bad guys are going to burn us!"

Long Qianqian smiled indifferently.

"Your mother is smarter than you, and your father will take..."

"boom!"

After a shot went off.

Long Qianqian's weak body fell on An Pingzhi's body, and a warm current spread with the smell of blood.

The man in the security uniform came out of the closet with a sneer, pocketed the weapon and lit a cigarette for himself.

He likes this kind of hope-crashing drama best.

"Smart little one~hehe."

With a flick of the finger, the lighter drew a desperate arc in the air and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the flames blazed!

"Mother?!"

Tears that had dried up gushed out again.

"This expression is really not bad~"

The security man showed a happy smile on his face, and gave An Pingzhi a thumbs up.

"Save your life, I still have something to do, bye."

After finishing speaking, the man was not afraid of the surrounding fire at all, and walked out of the room on the flames.

"Stupid boy... keep your voice down."

Long Qianqian, who was leaning on his son, slowly straightened up, coughing blood slowly from his mouth.

The flustered An Pingzhi quickly stopped crying, sobbing pitifully.

The man deliberately aimed at her lungs and "mercifully" avoided the fatal part.

In this way, Long Qianqian kept his breath, but it was impossible to restore him to his current state no matter what.

He loves the classic drama of Hope Crush.

The hope of the future today and the hope of the present must be crushed one by one.

Or maybe both.

Mrs. Anping propped up her broken body and dragged Anpingzhi to the outside with all her strength.

"Mom... don't take me with you, you go first..."

An Pingzhi was tied to a chair and wept weakly, this situation has completely exceeded his expectations.

"Brat, cough cough... shut up!"

Long Qianqian in front of him scolded his son who was dragged behind him.

Mom is running out of time. If you don't say something, you won't have a chance!

"Your mom, you've been a wimp all your life... Cough cough... You were either rescued by your father or by your godmothers from childhood."

"You are my mother's son...cough...you are not allowed to cry!"

Why is this brat so fat, he almost can't move it!

Long Qianqian inevitably stepped into the fire, gasoline stuck to her feet and burned.

"If you want to act in the future... cough cough... cough... I will find you Su Ganma."

The two walked out of the dormitory room with difficulty, but in front of them was a small living room that was also buried in the flames.

Long Qianqian rested lightly, the blood running down her slender arms left a horrible bloodstain on An Pingzhi's little white shirt.

It was obviously only a little big when it was born, who fed it?

"If you want to be a soldier... huh... look for you, Uncle Qin... cough cough..."

Xiaobudian still likes to cry, it has been like this since she was a child.

"If you want to do business...cough...cough coughcough...seek you Song Ganma..."

With a muffled snort, Long Qianqian rushed out of the gate of the building with all her strength. At this time, the little woman's feet had been scorched by the flames, and the blood on her body was even more miserable.

The flames of despair have been left behind, and what is in front of him is the orange-red sunset.

Woooo...it hurts to death...

The strong Long Qianqian finally showed a hint of crying in his tone.

"Don't say... Mom doesn't like you anymore..."

"Mom...forever...forever...love you..."