Boom!

Sand!

Nie Zheng only felt his body leaning slightly, his feet shaking, and finally stood firm

The air conditioner dropped a lot of dust and rust, but it didn't fall off after all, and the shaking under his feet slowly slowed down, Nie Zheng knew that this air conditioner was not very stable, as for whether it could hold on, God knows.

He didn't think much about it, and raised his hands high, but he still couldn't reach the little boy's feet, and he lifted his feet high, still a little closer.

The little boy's cry became weak and weak, dripping, his face was hot, and he didn't need to touch it, it was blood, and Nie Zheng was very familiar with it.

As a result, it was the security fence that cut blood on the child's neck, which proved that his hands were completely weak.

Nie Zheng was powerless, he was one meter eight tall, and he still couldn't touch the child with his feet.

Jump up, lift it up, let him breathe a little?

No, the force of the fall made his neck and chin slam into the security bar, which was even more fatal.

Nie Zheng suddenly felt a helpless pain, and his whole body seemed to have lost his strength, and at this moment he wanted to watch a cute little boy being stuck alive.

He is a killer, he never needs to hesitate to kill, but he never kills women and children, especially with Qingqing for a day and a night, all his father's love floods like the Yellow River lacks embankment.

Qingqing's cute and mischievous appearance came to mind, and the little boy hanging on it was like Qingqing.

By the way, Qingqing, Nie Zheng suddenly blessed his soul, and for some reason, he appeared everywhere looking for shoes for Qingqing.

He immediately took off his shoes, quickly tied them together with his laces, and lifted his feet again, his hands tightened.

It's weight!

That is, he reached the little boy's feet, "Wow--", and the little boy's cry rang out again.

Call--

Nie Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief, and for some reason, his heart beat like a drum.

Vaguely he seemed to hear a burst of cheers downstairs, he didn't look down, he was in the air, and the position on his feet was only a few tens of centimeters, looking down was a very stupid decision.

"The people below, call the police!"

Nie Zheng shouted a few times, and he was confident that his voice could be heard clearly from a hundred meters away.

"Mom, I want Mom!"

The little boy kicked his feet wildly, Nie Zheng was shocked, the two shoes in his hands were only a few tens of centimeters of space, and the little boy's struggle would be empty at any time.

The situation at the moment is that instead of waiting for the police to come, it is better to save yourself.

"Kid, use a little force with your hands to squeeze your body in!"

"I want Mom, I want Mom!"

The little boy didn't listen to Nie Zheng's proposal at all, and his feet stepped harder.

Nie Zheng couldn't help but be very worried, not only worried that the little boy would step on the air, but also worried that he would flatten his shoes and lose his height.

What to do?

That's right! Nie Zheng has the mind of a killer, the more critical, the more calm, he thought of Qingqing, he once asked Qingqing to come to his side, but Qingqing's eyes only paid attention to the TV, but when he talked about food, he immediately succeeded in diverting her attention, as long as he told the child what he understands, or what he is interested in, he will definitely communicate with you.

"Kid, what's your favorite snack?"

The little boy is still crying for his mother, it seems that this little boy is not greedy at all, it is really one in a million, so he has to change the plan.

"Kid, which cartoon do you like to watch the most?"

"Hmm... Hmmm...."The little boy's crying turned into sobbing, and his little feet stopped kicking, and it worked.

"I.... I love watching Superman the dog!"

Nie Zheng didn't know what Dog Superman was, but he probably heard Qingqing say that it was a cartoon that boys liked.

"Well, Superman the dog is very powerful, and he specializes in dealing with bad guys!"

"He knows how to shoot a dog laser! He can beat the meow monster into the sky at once, and the meow monster will fly into the sky, so he will come back in the future. ”

"It's very powerful for Dog Superman, you have to learn from him too!" Nie Zheng found a breakthrough, "You transform now, become Dog Superman, and then grab the anti-theft bar with both hands and squeeze your body up." ”

"Hmm!

The little boy was really obedient, his hands were the security fence, and his body left the shoes in Nie Zheng's hands, Nie Zheng was inexplicably nervous, and he couldn't stop cheering him on.

"Wow----"

Nie Zheng's hand sank, and the little boy cried, he finally didn't have enough strength, fell off, and hit his chin on the security bar.

"It hurts, I want my mother, I want my mother!"

Nie Zheng's efforts came to naught, and he didn't dare to let the little boy try again, and the only way was to wait for the police to come to the rescue.

But the difficulty is that the little boy is restless and must be appeased.

"Kid, where did mom go?"

"Grocery shopping!"

The little boy's answer gave Nie Zheng confidence, "What about Dad?"

"Make money!"

"Well, where do Mom and Dad take you to play?"

"Dad will teach me to sing, uncle, I'm afraid, you teach me to sing... Woooooooo

Nie Zheng knew that he had to agree to the little boy's request, and besides, singing could indeed soothe people's emotions, so what song should he sing?

No matter, anyway, all the methods I thought of just now were inspired by Qingqing, so let's sing Qingqing's favorite song "Small Hands Holding Big Hands".

"Kid, uncle sings it first, if you think it's good, I'll teach you to sing, okay?"

"Good!"

"I still remember the fireworks of that concert, I still remember the cool late autumn, I still remember the crowd pushing you towards me, and the amusement park was crowded at the right time......"

"We are holding big hands to cheer today, waving to yesterday, we are small hands holding big hands, cheering for me today, reluctant to wave. ”

Nie Zheng was already very good at singing, in order to coax the child, he lowered his voice and sang more playful and lively, which really has the style of a kindergarten teacher teaching children to sing.

"Does the kid sound good?"

"That's good!" the little boy's crying stopped completely, "little hands holding big hands... Come on...."

The little boy himself was able to hum two sentences, so Nie Zheng simply started teaching from what he understood, "Little friend, uncle sings a sentence, you sing a sentence, okay?"

"Good!"

"Let's join hands with small hands and come on today"

"Let's join hands with small hands and come on today"

The little boy sang with Nie Zheng in a childish tone, Nie Zheng's mood finally calmed down, and he taught the little boy to sing sentence by sentence, and he actually learned four sentences.

That's enough, then four sentences, "The kids are so smart, let's sing together, one, two, three, start..."

"Let's join hands and cheer today, waving to yesterday...."

In this way, the two boys, one older and one younger, held a concert on a ten-meter-high platform, and the little boy's mood was completely calmed down.

Huh, Nie Zheng's eyes seemed to take a look at something, and he looked at it slightly.

I saw a typical otaku wearing thick glasses in the security fence next door, holding a mobile phone to himself.

Nie Zheng couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and asked, "Hey, how long have you been there?"

"A little earlier than when you came!"

Nie Zheng immediately exploded and scolded loudly: "Four-eyed turtle! Do you have any humanity, seeing that children are so dangerous, you don't go to the police, you have been shooting there!"

"The duty of a photographer is to honestly record all the facts, not to be a hero to save people!"

"You...."Nie Zheng was about to greet his whole family in a foul language, when suddenly his hand was light, and the weight of the little boy disappeared.