Chapter Ninety-One: Seeing Things and Thinking of People

Song Chuyang seemed to have endless words to talk to the spirit card, and one person, one card and one wine were chatting for a long time.

After a long time, Song Chuyang picked up the spirit card and brushed away the dust that did not exist on it.

"Look, I have told you so much like a woman, you can't be annoyed by me, otherwise I will definitely chase you and beat you up when I get to the underworld. Okay, that's all for today, and I'll see you next time. After staring at the spirit card for a long time, Song Chuyang sighed and rewrapped the spirit card.

Song Chuyang's expression was extremely serious, if people who didn't know saw it, they would think that it was a rare treasure.

Shaking the wine bottle and finding that it had already been drunk, Song Chuyang sighed again, he had already bought a few more bottles, and this bottle went down, and the desired effect did not work at all.

Song Chuyang stood up cautiously, he still had important things in his pockets, one was the hairpin worn by Xiao Yu'er back then, and staying by his side can be regarded as seeing things and thinking about people. The other is the glory of which he was once proud.

Hiding the spirit card again, Song Chuyang shook his head and left the place, seeing the old man, he would always evoke the unpleasant memory in his heart.

Looking up at the sky, the moon had already reached the middle position, and Song Chuyang's nagging had passed for two hours.

This barren place, which was a small village that no one cared about a long time ago, has now grown so rapidly that it has been classified as a rural-urban area.

How many people's ashes and dreams are buried in this city. In this era of fast food, how many people can not forget their original intentions?

At this time, the nightlife of Sunan City has just begun.

Song Chuyang walked slowly along the road, cleaning up his rare fragile mood.

The dim light of a small shop shone over, and Song Chuyang walked over without hesitation: "Boss, come two bottles of bamboo leaf green, the strongest kind!"

The boss looked up at Song Chuyang with a surprised face, and the smell of alcohol all over his body was drunk at first glance.

The boss hesitated, but still opened his mouth and said: "Brother, it's not that I won't sell it to you, it's not very peaceful around here recently, and it's easy to have an accident when you're drunk." ”

"Haha, thank you boss, but if they run into me today, they will be considered unlucky. The boss should hurry up and give me the wine. As he spoke, he placed a red ticket on the table.

How can there be a reason for doing business to push money out, I kindly reminded him, it doesn't matter if this man doesn't listen, the boss shook his head and handed over two bottles of bamboo leaf green.

Song Chuyang didn't say a word, unscrewed a bottle and poured it into his mouth when he looked up.

The boss was stunned by such a wild way of drinking, is this person's alcohol consumption too good?

Song Chuyang walked out of the small shop and saw a chair set up at the door, so he sat down.

Wine is indeed a good thing for people, it can anesthetize people's nerves and make people forget the unhappiness in their hearts for a while.

This kind of anesthesia is nothing but self-deception, and in the end there will be nothing left but to drink dizzy.

The TV in the small shop was playing the news, and the voice was a little loud, and Song Chuyang, who was sitting at the door, heard it clearly: "According to the latest reports, a group of human traffickers appeared in the urban area, and the police received many reports that as many as 20 children were missing, remind parents to take care of their children, and at the same time, if you see suspicious people, please call the police as soon as possible!"

Song Chuyang's fists clenched tighter and tighter, trafficker! The three words he hated to hear the most, countless families were torn apart because of it. Countless children have been ruined by their happy lives!

Back then, he was wandering on the streets, and in addition to his younger brother who depended on each other, he also had a very painful little sister.

Back then, they made their home and looked for food in the garbage cans.

Song Chuyang found that he couldn't remember what the little sister looked like, vaguely seemed to be wearing two pigtails, wearing a coat that was no longer clear in color, and there seemed to be a smile on her little face forever.

She will always give the best food she finds to herself like a treasure, and of course, in the end, Song Chuyang will take out her best food and feed it to her.

Such a peaceful day did not seem to last long, and one day he suddenly found that such a lovely little sister was missing.

After several unsuccessful searches, an older homeless man told them that the little sister was most likely abducted by human traffickers.

At first, they had the expectation that their little sister would be sold to the wealthy for being so cute.

Later, the more he came into contact, the colder Song Chuyang's heart became, most of the children who were abducted and trafficked were broken and thrown on the street to beg, or they were trained to be thieves who couldn't see the light, or there were some worse endings!

And the organization that killed the little fish is also doing this disgusting thing.

Song Chuyang's tolerance for this kind of human trafficking is almost zero.

With a sigh, Song Chuyang continued to walk forward with the wine bottle.

Song Chuyang pricked up his ears, and he seemed to hear a few immature screams. The source of the sound was in the long, dark alley on the right.

Song Chuyang squinted his eyes and looked in, he seemed to see the little sister with a double ponytail and a distressing sensibility standing in front of him, raising her hands to ask for help.

Song Chuyang shook his head, thinking that he had really drunk too much wine and was hallucinating.

How could the world be so merciful and send to the front what he wanted to cherish and save? The world has always been cruel, and even if he stands at the top of the world, he can't change that.

When I looked up again, I saw a lot of low houses, which looked dark and gloomy under the moonlight, and there was no little sister.

Raising his legs and preparing to continue walking forward, the weak cry for help in his ears came again, and this time Song Chuyang was sure that it was not his hallucination.

Turning the direction, Song Chuyang walked towards the dark alley.

Song Chuyang's ears are sensitive, and the closer he walks, the more sounds he hears.

There was a middle-aged woman's screaming and scolding, and the sound of a stick hitting her body, which was extremely weak compared to the little girl's cry for help.

Song Chuyang was anxious when he heard this, and with the help of his feet, he jumped on the roof of a low bungalow.

Song Chuyang was like a wolf ready to attack, standing on the roof and staring at the cruel picture that was happening below.

At this moment, the little girl curled up on the ground, and she didn't have the strength to scream, only a suppressed cry was heard, and the two strands of pigtails that were originally tied were torn off one side and hung loosely on her shoulders.

"Little slut, hurry up and get up for the old lady! Lie on the ground and pretend to die!" the middle-aged woman pulled the little girl up.

Through the dim moonlight, Song Chuyang saw the two red marks on the girl's face, which were in stark contrast to the original pale little face.

His hands fell weakly beside him, and he was red and swollen from the beating. The pants were also taken off, and the small legs were full of marks of being whipped, which was shocking!

Song Chuyang's fists clenched, but he couldn't be sure if it was just a parent who didn't know how to teach the child, so he could only continue to check in place.

"Look at the old lady who won't kill you today! The hands are so unclean at a young age, and they will have it when they grow up!" Before the words fell, the stick fell on the little girl's lap like raindrops.

"Hungry!!

"Grass and mud horses! The old lady's tens of thousands of yuan are equivalent to a waste! How did you buy such a money-losing goods as you! Didn't the old lady give you something to eat? Where did you eat that steamed bun?" the middle-aged woman scolded loudly.

"Fuck it! When you grow up, the old lady will send you to sell meat! Let you eat it secretly! Let you eat it secretly!" The stick in the middle-aged woman's hand was whipped on the little girl without the slightest pause.

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