Fat Tiger was in the emergency room and never came out.

Since noon, Lang Jiu has quietly guarded outside the medical room.

I waited until midnight.

Click-

The door to the medical room was pushed open.

The wheels of the medical cart make a clear grinding sound on the ground.

At the end of the gloomy corridor, the sensor lights gradually turned on.

“”

The boy who was squatting in the bushes raised his hand to cover his eyes slightly.

There was only one person pushing the cart.

The lame man who almost found him and the silly chick that night.

Lang has a long memory, and this time he is extra cautious.

The view is gradually divided by the branches and becomes blurred.

He watched the man quietly, pushed the cart out of the medical room, and gradually left for the backyard of the orphanage.

It was a long time before there was a rustling sound in the bushes.

The boy slipped out of it and quietly followed.

He just walked on his front foot.

On the third floor, where the medical room is located, the window was pushed open.

A hairball flew into the air.

"The tenth brother has passed, Dad, we have to keep up as soon as possible!"

The moment the words fell.

A small figure jumped down from the window

The moonlight in the middle of the night is a bit bleak.

Grove in the backyard.

The foliage is luxuriant, obscuring the moonlight overhead.

Squeak - Squeak -

The cart travels through the gravel road, in the quiet forest, revealing a bit of weirdness.

The sound of footsteps, one deep and one shallow, slowly stopped.

There was a rustling sound.

Between the two birch trees, steps and gliding entrances are gradually revealed.

The lame man pushed the medical cart in, and the sensor light slowly lit up inside.

“!”

Lang Jiu hid behind a tree, and his eyes widened slightly when he saw this scene.

He had been in the orphanage for so long, and it was the first time he knew that there was an entrance in the original grove.

The wind is blowing.

The lights went out.

“”

The boy was a little nervous, took a deep breath, took off his shoes, and ran to the entrance

Basement level.

In the vast field, on the rows of display cases, are countless glassware with tubes inserted.

A boy crouching on the ground, tilting his head slightly.

He looked around in horror.

Pounding - pounding -

Inside the glass container are the organs that are still beating.

His heart also beat extremely fast in an instant.

The faint sounds in his ears from all sides merged with the sound of his heartbeat.

There is almost no wonder where these organs come from

Because on the glassware, there is a number, and there is information about the source of the organs.

He even, seeing the familiar name on it.

Even though the information he had access to at the orphanage was limited, Lang Jiu could clearly tell that these organs, like goods, were being sold.

"Whew-whew-"

Lang Jiu didn't dare to look again, he could barely calm his breathing.

I can only cover my mouth so that the sound of my uncontrollable breathing will be noticed by the person behind the cabinet.

The sound of ping-pong came from the front.

There was also the sound of carts moving.

Lang Jiu suppressed the suffocating fear and nausea, slowly stood up, and quietly looked through the gap between the glassware.

An operating table, right in the middle of the basement.

On the operating table, a chubby little boy is tied with a black rubber rope.

I didn't see any movement, and I didn't know if I was dead or in a coma.

Lame man with an appliance box at hand.

He was picking out a sharp scalpel.

There was no sterilization or medical equipment to find and confirm the location of the organs.

Instead, he gestured back and forth against the position of the boy's chest.

Apparently, he is extremely skilled in the structure of the human body.

"Damn, every time I let Lao Tzu do this work in the middle of the night, I can't sleep well."

The man scolded in a low voice, as if he was quite dissatisfied with this.

He surveyed the position, then raised his hand to grab a glassware.

On the shelf next to it, there is also a cryogenic box.

"We are unlucky to have a genetic disease, and we have raised you for so long."

The man snorted coldly, and the knife in his hand was about to cut down.

Lang Jiu watched nervously, and his intuition was that he couldn't stay here for long.

All he had to do was know that there was such a terrible secret here, and he would tell the woman.

The boy crouched down again, ready to leave quietly.

The apple in his pocket suddenly rolled out.

Knock - Knock Knock -

Lang Jiu stiffened and wanted to get up and run.

But his gaze subconsciously fell on the apple on the ground.

The hand is already one step faster than the brain, reach for it.

"Who!"

The sound of the object rolling to the ground made the man's movements pause suddenly.

He looked back and let out a low sigh.

The boy's hand trembled, and the apple immediately rolled farther away.

Even over the cabinet shelves.

There was a thud and it hit the cart.

"Come out!"

The lame man frowned, his expression fierce and wary.

He took the scalpel and slowly walked to the cabinet behind him.

Click, click,

Footsteps drew closer.

“!”

Behind the cabinet, a small figure squatting covered his mouth in panic.

The dull hair on the top of his head, accompanied by the boy's irrepressible fear, trembled slightly.

Like a seedling ravaged by a strong wind.

At this moment, only the weak and helpless are left.