"Run!"

Hearing the shouting, I raised my head to look at the sky, just in time to see Bai Yi jumping out of the broken window.

I don't think that in the corridor, the Japanese led by the woman in black have been killed by Bai Yi.

Therefore, after seeing Bai Yi leaping out of the window and hearing her yell, I turned my head and prepared to flee for my life.

As soon as I stepped forward, a gunshot rang out behind me, and at the same time, several bullets grazed my body and hit the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

After Bai Yi jumped out of the window, the Japanese led by the woman in black had now entered room "301".

After all, these Japanese did not have the skills of Bai Yi and me, and they did not also jump down from the third floor to chase us, but left a few people to shoot at us in front of the broken window, and the rest quickly went downstairs to pursue us.

The bullet almost hit my body, and it scared me so much that I shrank my neck and ran forward.

But after a few more steps, I suddenly saw a picture in my eyes that I had been worried about seeing.

When Bai Yi and I were surrounded by those Japanese, I kept thinking about the pair of grandparents and grandchildren who were killed by forced demolition outside, and they must not come out to watch the excitement.

These Japanese people are inhuman beasts, and they don't care about the life or death of the old woman and the little girl. And the bullet doesn't have a long eye, in case because of Bai Yi and me, if the already poor grandparents and grandchildren are hurt again, then my guilt will be too great.

However, the more I was worried about something, just as I was about to escape, I suddenly saw that the big iron gate where the grandparents and grandchildren were hiding was opened again, and the little girl with a pale face and malnutrition was standing in front of the big iron gate at this time, looking at me with a puzzled face, and she was still holding half of the bread that Bai Yi had given her just now.

There was a lot of gunfire behind me, bullets flying past me from time to time, and at this point, I didn't even realize the danger I was facing.

At this time, my eyes were full of the little girl standing in front of the iron gate.

The little girl didn't know what was going on in the road, and the bursts of gunfire sounded to her as if they were setting off a cannonball.

The little girl looked at me, raised the half of the bread she was holding, and smiled innocently on her face.

Apparently she recognized me, and it was a sign of gratitude to me for giving her food and water.

After seeing this scene, I bit my lip and rushed towards the little girl standing in front of the iron gate without thinking much about it.

I can't let that happen, even if I can't escape, or die under the gunfire, I can't let this poor little girl get hurt in the slightest.

I rushed forward with great speed, and at the same time my body was still swaying from side to side, dodging the Japanese shots from the upper floors behind me.

Bai Yi obviously saw the little girl standing in front of the iron gate, and she also knew what I was going to do.

She jumped from the third floor, and when she landed, she raised her gun and fired back upstairs, and the sense of crisis that I was aiming at at the muzzle of a gun behind me suddenly eased a lot.

After rushing out a few steps, I quickly rushed to the big iron gate, I stepped forward and picked up the little girl standing at the door, and before I had time to say anything, I rushed directly into the courtyard.

"Auntie! Aunt! "I rushed into the yard with the little girl in my arms and shouted loudly.

After a few shouts, the tattered quilt that stood in the way of the bungalow was lifted, and the old woman from before came out of the house.

At this time, I didn't care to complain that the old lady was ignorant, the gunshots were loud outside, and she didn't take good care of her granddaughter, so she let the child run around.

"Auntie! Danger out there! You look at the kids."

I hurriedly spoke to the old woman, but before I could finish speaking, I suddenly stopped.

After I stopped, I turned my head and looked at the little girl in my arms with a strange expression.

The little girl still has an innocent smile on her face, and a pair of big dark eyes on her yellow and thin little face, which makes people feel distressed when they look at it.

I stared at the little girl's face, and slowly moved my gaze down to the little girl's hands.

At this time, the little girl's hand was no longer the half of the bread she had been holding before, but instead she held a black knife handle tightly in the little girl's hand.

The blade attached to the hilt pierced deep into my left chest.

The gunfire outside the iron gate was still ringing, but the fierce gunfire seemed to sound farther and farther away to my ears.

The surroundings slowly became quiet

Gradually

All I could hear was a slight ticking sound.

It was the sound of blood dripping from my chest falling to the ground.

I don't know how the little girl with the innocent smile on her face left my arms.

All I remember is that when she left my embrace, she seemed to let out a burst of laughter like a silver bell, and that beautiful laughter, blended with the "tick" sound of blood dripping on the ground, seemed indescribably harsh

My vision gradually blurred, and the strength in my body was rapidly departing from me

I'm tired

I've never been so tired

The cold ground under my feet was like a warm bed, and I couldn't wait to lie down.

The handle of the knife stuck in my chest looked so glaring that I could see it squirming up and down slightly as my blood spurted.

It's getting quieter and quieter

The "ticking" sound of blood dripping to the ground is no longer audible, and has been replaced by a plausible "rustling" sound, is that the sound of blood spurting?

With great difficulty, I turned my face in the direction where the old woman and the little girl were standing.

The little girl had now walked back to the old woman, and she was snuggling up behind her as she had been when I first saw her.

The little girl hid behind the old woman, poking her little head to look at me, her hands were covered with blood, but she didn't care at all to put her fingers in her mouth and bite and suck lightly

I looked away from the little girl and turned to the old woman standing beside her, whose face was completely devoid of the panic she had when she first saw me.

The expression on her face was very cold, and there was a hint of hideousness, more disdain.

The old woman looked at me with such disdain, and slowly drew a short knife from behind her waist.

It was an unscrupulous sword, shining with cold light and unusually sharp

Looking at me lying on the ground, the old woman walked up slowly with a sword, and I couldn't hear what she was still talking about.

At this moment, my hearing, my sight, and my sense of smell are all gradually moving away from me in the slight "rustle" sound.

I am tired

More sleepy

I slowly closed my eyes

The moment I closed my eyes, I saw the old woman slash at my neck suddenly stopped, and her head slowly tilted to the side