After getting the doll, the little boy sat on the bed in a daze, not knowing what he was waiting for.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the player still couldn't move.

They stared anxiously at the little boy on the bed, hoping that he would fall asleep quickly.

Perhaps, as long as the little boy is asleep, everyone will be able to move.

There is a glimmer of luxury in everyone's hearts.

Tong Mu couldn't move, he had been lying in one position for a long time, and his body was still quite painful.

She is not like Fu Guanmo, who can lie down at dawn like a dead person.

That's right.

What about Fu Guanmo?

Can he come and adjust her position, it's so uncomfortable.

Just when Tong Mu was in pain, the people around him suddenly moved.

Her eyes kept glancing to the right, trying to see who it was.

Until he moved, and then got up.

A superior face met her pupils.

Fu Guanmo was much calmer than her, glanced at her lightly, ignoring her dull gaze.

I got up and tidied up my clothes, and began to check the situation outside.

Although this box is not resistant to manufacturing, it is quite realistic.

Plastic windows actually have a layer of curtains.

He gently lifted the corner of the curtain and saw the little boy sitting on the bed.

As if finally sensing the eagerness of the person on the bed, he walked over and looked down at her.

Tong Mu couldn't speak, but he could keep blinking.

Fu Guanmo pursed his lips, "Hungry? ”

Tong Mu didn't move, staring deadly.

She's a puppet now, what's hungry or not, she wants to move!

Seeing that she didn't react, Fu Guanmo also realized that he had guessed wrong.

His eyebrows moved slightly, and his cold gaze fell on her.

"Remember?"

Tong Mu blinked frantically, indicating that he understood correctly.

originally thought that a person like Fu Guanmo would be hypocritical, but who knew that he was very simple this time, and directly reached out to scoop people up.

Tong Mu hung in the air, and there were some tears in his eyes.

Sure enough, there was no stone that could not be covered with heat.

She thought that she would have to waste a lot of energy to persuade Fu Guanmo, but she didn't expect it to be so easy.

It seems that he finally treats her as his own.

Without waiting for her to be moved, Fu Guanmo hugged her to the window and reached out to open one side of the curtain.

Tong Mu looked outside, his pupils dilated slightly.

Someone twisted the doorknob, opened the door and walked in.

The man has a rough build, and the beer belly is very high.

He locked the door behind his back, and turned to look at the little boy condescendingly, his face indescribably strange.

Everyone can feel that something is wrong in this scene.

The little boy shrunk slightly, holding the majestic police officer's doll, his body trembling slightly.

"Son, come and show Dad."

The man beckoned to the little boy.

The little boy shrank for a moment, then hugged the rag doll tightly and went down to the ground unhurriedly.

He seemed scared, but he didn't dare to hesitate.

"Daddy......"

The man's striped shirt was pushed up by his belly, and he patted the little boy on the head, pleased with his meekness.

When he saw the doll in his arms again, his eyebrows furrowed.

"A big man, what are you doing with these!"

He grabbed the doll and threw it out, and the doll fell to the ground with a thud.

All the players' eyes fell on the rag doll.

I don't know if this doll is a player, but if it is, then he probably fell in pain.

The man seemed unhappy with his love of playing with these things, and poked his index finger on his forehead mercilessly.

Zhou Can stood on the cabinet, his eyes facing the two people.

He could see their interactions very clearly.

It's a pity that he's a doll now and can't move at all.

Otherwise, he would have picked up the gun and gone over and killed the damn man.

Speaking so harshly about his own child, he is not worthy of being a father at all!

All the players in the room watched the scene and realized that the father might not like the child very much.

But in the next second, they saw the father raise his fan-like palm and slap it the little boy's face.

"Smack-"

The loud sound was like thunder, making every player's eyes widen.

How could the little boy withstand the full force of an adult man's blow and be beaten to the ground.

The little boy lay on the ground for a long time before he covered his face and slowly propped himself up.

Tong Mu's pupils continued to widen because of anger.

She watched as the little boy propped himself up, his lips moving, and he didn't speak.

But she knew that the little boy was calling the man, "Daddy." ”

Under the huge disparity in strength, sometimes begging for mercy may be a smart way.

The little boy had a big cut in the corner of his mouth, and he was bleeding a lot.

He looked at his father, his lips pursed, and he didn't dare to speak.

He did not beg for mercy, because he knew that it was useless to beg for mercy.

The man grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up like a chicken.

"Let Dad see how long today's poor little one can last."

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his yellow teeth that smelled of wine were exposed.

As soon as the words fell, the little boy trembled violently.

Next, everyone saw a scene that they would never forget.

Tiger poison does not eat children, and human beings are inferior to beasts at a certain moment.

The father apparently drank a lot of alcohol and subjected his child to a series of abuses and beatings.

Tong Mu saw the little boy's head lifted up by him several times and slammed it on the desk, puffing up one bag after another.

He treats his son like an enemy, filling the bathtub with water, pressing people into it again and again, dragging him out again and again when he is dying, and the cycle repeats.

The little boy trembled like chaff, and did not dare to resist at all.

His pitiful appearance caught the man's eye, and he only laughed maniacally.

The man's cruel roar, the little boy's scream.

A corner of the table is broken, and the subject is replaced with a hard wall skin.

A pit was slowly smashed into the wall, but the same pit, there was more than one in the wall.

There are many.

Tong Mu watched quietly, her purple pupils trembled slightly, and the warm saline fell and dripped on Fu Guanmo's hand that was tightly encircled around her.

The man looked sideways at her.

There was a hint of surprise in a pair of unwavering eyes, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Thinking that Tong Mu couldn't answer him, seeing the scene outside, Fu Guanmo seemed to react.

He covered Tong Mu's eyes with one hand, and then put her back on the beautiful crystal bed.

Although Tong Mu's body can't move, his brain is very active.

She felt very uncomfortable.

It is hard to imagine what kind of torture the little boy is subjected to every day.

What if he was just an NPC, if it was just a piece of stats written in a horror game?

I'm afraid that he is a real person, and everything he has suffered, beatings, abuse.

There was once a person who really suffered.

Being beaten by his own father, he was obviously used to it.

How desperate he was, how scared he was.

Who should he turn to for help? Who can I turn to?

The people closest to him in the world are persecuting him......