He was scared in his heart, and hurriedly shook his head in refusal, trying to break free from her hand.

But the girl was taller than him, and she was stronger than him, and he couldn't beat him at all, so she was pressed to the ground hard.

The boy stood next to the girl, trying to help him, but he didn't dare.

While a few people were tossing, the little man who was guarding outside heard the movement and took out the key to open the door.

The girl was the first to hear the voice, and hurriedly pulled the little boy into a corner.

Shen Qingmian was a little at a loss, and he hid in a panic.

The little man opened the door and came in, saw the broken window, and his eyes scanned them like a poisonous snake spitting out the core: "Who broke the window?" ”

The girl shook a little, not squeaking.

The little man asked again, "Who the hell wants to escape?" Finally, I ask you again, if you don't say it again, I'll fight together! Say it or not! ”

Shen Qingmian bit his lower lip, hesitated, and did not speak.

The girl over there seemed to be extremely scared, and hurriedly closed her eyes and pointed at Shen Qingmian, and said loudly: "Yes... It's him! It's him who wants to run away! None of our business! ”

Shen Qingmian raised his eyes and looked at the girl's hand pointing at him in a daze, although it trembled slightly, it did point at him.

He bit his lower lip blankly, took a step back, and waved his hand in a panic: "No... It's not me ......."

The little man stared at him coldly for a while, and said, "Not you?" So who do you say? ”

Shen Qingmian glanced at the girl who was curled up behind the boy, her lower lip biting white, but she only shook her head and didn't speak.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and shrank back behind the boy.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the little man moved his gaze to the little boy again: "You say, who is going to run away?" ”

The little boy shook into a sieve, his gaze stayed on Shen Qingmian for a moment, and finally closed his eyes and relented, pointing at Shen Qingmian: "Yes... It's him. ”

The light in Shen Qingmian's eyes dimmed for a moment, his eyes were red, and his lips were pursed.

The little man strode forward, grabbed Shen Qingmian's collar, and threw him to the ground near the door.

Scarface and the fat man walked in, looked at the scene in front of them and asked, "What's going on?" ”

The little man pointed to the window that had been pried open: "This stinky boy wanted to run away just now, but fortunately I stopped him." ”

Scarface put down the large box in his hand and opened, "Okay, I'll clean it up." ”

Shen Qingmian caught a glimpse of the contents of the box and shivered.

I saw that the box was filled with all kinds of torture instruments, and it was still bloody.

Scarface casually took out a whip, took it in his hand and pulled it hard, and after confirming that it was tough enough, he got up and pulled the chain firmly nailed to the wall, picked up Shen Qingmian with one hand, and tied him up.

Shen Qingmian was extremely frightened, struggling hard, wanting to shrink into a ball, but he couldn't move.

The leather whip whipped on his body with blood, his original snow-white robe was stained with blood, and his hair was scattered a lot, and he couldn't help but shed tears in pain, but he bit his lip and didn't cry.

The little man who was silently lighting a fire next to him was also a little eager to try, and took a stick with an iron block embedded in the top of the box, and roasted it in the fire until it was red, and when he picked it up, he burned the bloodied man.

"Magnetic~"

"Hmm! Yes!! ”

The unbearable pain made him cry out loud, the hot part of his shoulder was red and swollen, and a layer of blisters was densely formed, and his legs and feet were weak at just one glance, which was miserable.

The two children hiding in the corner closed their eyes tightly and trembled at the same time, but they did not dare to look up.

The little man seemed pleased with his reaction, and pressed hard again in the same place.

The blisters were crushed and another layer was raised, and the taste can be imagined.

But a three- or four-year-old child, can he bear it?

Fine sweat seeped out, and his clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his body, sticking to those bloody wounds, and the pain was unbearable.