Possessed Bending

"Uh, hiss..." Zhang Sanban leaned against the wall of the unfinished building. Although the clothes on his body had been put back on again, the injury between his legs made it difficult for him to move. Just now he had received Ah B. He called Sun Tao and others to report safety, and he himself was released from the hands of the ghost-masked man, but when he was released, the ghost-masked man had already had a good time, and after shooting him all over, he took out the phone again The baton gave him a slap and made him see himself defecating what the Ghost Mask had left in him before he passed out.

Pounding the wall hard, the corners of Zhang San's eyes turned red again, his chest heaved violently, and finally he closed his eyes, forced himself to suppress his emotions and clenched his teeth, he still remembered the eyes of the ghost-masked man under the strong light , when he was lying on the table trembling and spitting out the excrement belonging to the other party, the indifferent expression seemed to be watching a joke.

punish?

Zhang San leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the ground, the pain when his buttocks hit the ground made him groan slightly.

He looked at the ground, no matter how hard he tried, the ghost mask brought him those lingering images in his mind, strong, humiliating, secretive, and uneasy.

"Ugh!" A low and suppressed roar burst out of Zhang San's throat. He beat the ground with both hands, his shoulders trembled violently, and tears fell drop by drop into the soil under his wide-open eyes...

"Mom, why hasn't Dad come back?" The cute and handsome little boy grabbed the corner of the woman's clothes with a puzzled face.

"Who is your mother! Your father is dead! Get out!" The woman raised her hand to slap the little boy away, quickly packed her suitcase, ignored the little boy's injured appearance, and slammed the door to leave.

The little boy with the swollen right cheek sat on the ground without crying, maintaining the posture in which he fell just now, watching the woman leave, but there was no trace of resentment in his eyes, only deep doubt, anxiety and fear, the huge He was left alone in the room for a moment, and he kept asking himself over and over again in his small mind, whether he had done something wrong, why his parents refused to take him, he was so hungry, the room was so cold, he was so scared... …

Soon the door was opened again, and a few bastard-looking men broke in and rummaged through it. The little boy just sat quietly in the corner, with his hands on his knees, and his head deeply buried in his arms, as if he couldn't see anything. , I was safe, but the trembling little shoulders seemed to be saying the opposite opinion again.

"Hey? Let that kid run away! Fuck, that bitch also ran away! Who is going to get the money?"

"Doesn't he still have a son? If you arrest his son, you won't believe that he won't come back!"

"You're fucking stupid, they helped someone raise that kid, and his life and death are unknown now, who cares about him!"

"Take it away, see if you can sell it for some money, if it doesn't work, cut off the kidney and sell it! Fuck!"

……

"Damn, this kid bites! People say no!"

"Damn, what a fucking trouble, come and hold him down! Shut your mouth!"

"Oh, don't! No woo woo!"

"Squeeze your arm, shit, it's not the first time you've had your kidney cut off, you're a dick! You're soft-handed, kid! I've never seen you soft-handed when it comes to paying money!"

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

……

"Police, hold still! SIR! There's a little boy over here!"

"he is injured!"

"These scumbags seem to be planning to cut him off..."

"Send it to the hospital! Quick! Quick!"

……

"He's recovering well, but his mental state is not very good."

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"It seems that there are no relatives."

"Send it to the orphanage."

……

"Well, don't go..." Zhang San opened his heavy eyelids, tightly clutching the hand on his forehead, as long as there is someone, no matter who, stay with him, don't go.

"Are you awake?" A deep voice sounded from his ears, Zhang San tried to raise his eyelids, and Jian Wei's puzzled expression appeared in his eyes.

"You..." Zhang San looked around and found that it was in his own bedroom, and he became more stable, "You brought me back?"

"You came back by yourself." Jianwei shook his head, and then added, "When I saw you, you passed out at the door of the house. What's the matter? Did you go to that place again?"

Although Jian Wei didn't explain it, Zhang San, who had a common experience, understood Jian Wei's meaning in an instant.

"Myself..." As soon as Zhang San lifted himself up, he felt dizzy for a while, and lay back on the bed again, "No, I didn't go."

"Oh?" Jianwei obviously didn't believe Zhang San's words, but he didn't go into details. He just put Zhang San's hand back under the quilt, "You have a fever. I just gave you medicine. The past two days Don't worry about Qi, let me do it."

"You? Heh, you are also a sick patient." After seeing Jian Wei, Zhang San's uneasiness eased, and a smile appeared on his pale face, "We are still thinking about it, the person involved is younger than the two of us at this moment." Safety."

Jianwei thought that this was the same thing, he couldn't help laughing, and touched the wound on his waist, "The wound is not deep, I guess it will be almost the same in two days, I can't go back like this now, I have been with you just now The school is on leave, so I will stay with you for two more days and show me when you are well."

"I'm like this, but I can't greet you. The wound on your waist needs to be changed every day."

"It doesn't matter if I come by myself. You took care of me before, but now it's me. You don't mind."

"Since you volunteered to take care of the sick, how can I stop you from showing your love." Zhang San smiled again, but his slightly frowned eyebrows did not reveal a happy feeling.

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Wei saw what was wrong with Zhang San and asked.

"It's nothing." Zhang San stretched his thighs, but he couldn't feel the stickiness of the liquid when it stayed on the surface of the skin before. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He raised the quilt with his knees, and scratched the bottom with his hands without any trace. Those silvery traces from before were completely cleaned up. Zhang San couldn't help his face getting hot, a red tide poured from his head to the base of his neck, his body flinched, and he glanced at Jian Wei with an awkward expression, and slightly opened his eyes sideways , asked, "You...you just changed my clothes for me?"

"Ah?" Jianwei's heart skipped a beat after seeing Zhang San's reaction, but he was taken aback when he heard his question, "No."

The author has something to say: 囧, work hard to update and work hard to update~~ Claw has a bad habit, that is, after finishing writing, if he is not satisfied, he will delete all of them and start again... All kinds of ink stains... Ang... Moji is not a man's work... ...meow