The sound of sobbing and crying made everyone stunned. 5

After a moment's wait, everyone looked at each other again, and then they were sure that there was no hallucination at this time, and indeed there was indeed a cry coming from the depths of the darkness.

And just after affirming this real cry, everyone's brows couldn't help but frown again.

It was only then that everyone realized that the sound of weeping came from the darkness and a foul smell mixed with a strong smell of blood.

It's hard to imagine that there are still people alive in such a bloody and stinking environment.

It is not for us to be anxious to find the weeping man and get him out of this place.

Thinking so much in my heart, I didn't hesitate any longer, frowned, sniffed vigorously, and walked into the open metal door.

After taking a few cautious steps forward, I stopped again and pointed towards the men behind me at a forty-five degree angle to the right of my body.

At this moment, the big guys also heard clearly.

Even though the crying from the depths of the darkness was staccato and staccato, I could still hear it being from a woman - read online ad-free -

And it sounds like a little girl who is not very old.

And the crying sound of this little girl was in the direction that Bai Yi and the others behind me pointed out just now. 4

Although I already understood the position of the little girl's crying, I still kept an eye on it.

After stopping and pointing to the people behind them and making a few gestures, everyone began to act again.

According to the gesture I made, Bai Yijasmine and the cowardly brother Mao followed me and touched it straight in the direction where the cry came from.

And the two poles, along with Saori Aizawa and the Persian cat, walked from the side and quietly approached the cry.

Jasmine Baiyi followed me, which is definitely right, and this Mao brother I deliberately let him follow me.

At this time, the mood of this thing seemed to be very unstable, and the eyes were wide, and they were full of panic, although they knew that if they were suddenly frightened, this guy would suddenly cry out.

If there's anything wrong with the dog, I'll just clean it up for him.

If Brother Mao is really cleaned up because of this, others will definitely not have any opinions.

Brother Mao obviously didn't know what idea I had in mind, and when he saw me making eyes and letting him follow me, there was a look of gratitude in his eyes, and he was still quite moved by me not abandoning him. "No ads on the whole site, fast updates, no mistakes"

Of course I didn't bother to take care of this hair brother, and I protected Bai Yijasmine behind me, and I stepped again and quietly touched in the direction where the cry came from--Ad-free online reading-

Moreover, when I quietly stepped forward, I was still nervously paying attention to my surroundings, and my senses were very acute, and if there was any danger around me, I could feel it instantly.

It's just that although the smell of blood mixed with the stench in this flickering darkness is really disgusting and disgusting, it does not make me feel that it is dangerous.

And, with my perverted eyesight, I could see the shadows of several cats not far away, moving the same as we stepped forward.

That's Saori Aizawa and the two big pole Persian cats.

The crying was getting closer.

I can see this clearly.

The little girl's cry came from behind a metal plate.

The metal plate leaned against what looked like a table.

The metal plate and the square platform formed an angle space, and the little girl's cry came from this corner space.

As the distance approached again, the little girl's cry became more and more clear, and Bai Yijasmine, who was following me, was even more cautious in moving forward, and even the cowardly brother I was most worried about was not daring to come out at the moment.

Walking in the front, I quietly touched the metal plate, and then slowly leaned over and looked between the corners.

Sure enough, there was really a little girl who looked like she was only eight or nine years old, bending her legs and hugging her knees, and her face was lying in her arms and sobbing quietly.

While I was looking inward, Saori Aizawa and the two big poles also touched me from the other side.

Similarly, Saori Aizawa glanced into the corner space, and at such a close distance, she obviously saw the situation clearly, and her eyebrows couldn't help but raise.

The little girl was dressed like a thin nightgown, and there was no warmth at all in this huge room, and when I looked into the corner, I could clearly see that the little girl was still shivering with a small sob.

Seeing those horrific scenes before the experience, especially the body of the little girl lying on the bed with her body hollowed out, made me feel pity for this little girl curled up behind a metal plate.

Without the slightest hesitation, I reached out and leaned over to the little girl who was hiding in the space.

At this point, of course, I don't say, "What's your name?" "Where are your mom and dad?" and so on, and I thought about getting the little girl out of the small space.

"Here comes the little girl"

I reached in and whispered as I spoke.

But at this moment, Jasmine on the side stepped forward and pulled out my arm that had reached into the small space.

Jasmine's actions really puzzled me.

However, after dragging me away, Jasmine looked at the little girl hiding in the small space by herself.

Moreover, I could see clearly that while possessing her again, the strange firearm in Jasmine's hand was pointed directly at the little girl, and her body deliberately retreated a small step back, as if deliberately keeping a distance from the little girl.

Although I am very puzzled by Jasmine's move, I also understand that it must have her intentions, and perhaps Jasmine is still a little uneasy about the identity of the little girl, and wants to verify with her again.

However, what made me feel even more puzzled was that Jasmine had been leaning over and had not said anything to the little girl.

And just now, after I had spoken, the little girl had heard and lifted up her little head, which was buried in the crook of her arm.

Now, I can see it more clearly.

This is a little girl with a typical European and American face, with a high nose, blue eyes, and a dirty white face, and she is staring at Jasmine uneasily with a pair of innocent eyes that reveal more trepidation