Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

The elevator was running low and steady, suddenly shaking slightly.

This happens every time, even Joe is used to it. But Honeysuckle couldn't seem to get used to it, because every time the elevator vibrated, he would gasp for breath.

This time too.

Lian Qiao looked at Honeysuckle and met his dazed eyes.

Lian Qiao: "Huh???"

Honeysuckle trembled with anger, and roared at Lian Qiao with a voice that became softer and more like a child: "Don't let me wait for you at the school gate alone! I will quilt-"

Lian Qiao: "???"

Before he could react, Xu Rendong had shrunk into a wrinkled baby.

Lian Qiao: "???????"

He looked at the purple sweet potato essence curled up in a pile of clothes, so shocked that the whole person was stunned.

The little honeysuckle who turned into a purple potato seems to be still angry, crying non-stop. It took Lian Qiao a long time to do a good job of psychological construction, and accepted the fact that this ugly baby is Honeysuckle.

He carefully picked up the little purple sweet potato, but the purple sweet potato essence was still crying and kicking him desperately.

…What are you mad at?

Even the monk Qiao Zhang Er was puzzled, and he really couldn't figure out where he had offended Ren Dong again. Wasn't it fine a minute ago? Isn't it still holding hands to be each other's angels!

Why did you suddenly leave me alone and become a purple potato essence!

The species have changed!

…

After some tossing, Little Honeysuckle finally grew to six years old again.

For the past six days, Lian Qiao has been trembling, not knowing what she has done wrong. For some reason, Ren Dong is angry with him, and always ignores him.

Ask him, and he refuses to speak like his mouth is smothered. And every time even Joe asked, Ren Dong would get even more angry. Sometimes I get so angry, I even grab his arm and bite it open.

"Does it hurt to bite off your hand?!" Honeysuckle is vicious, like a hungry wolf.

Lian Qiao watched the six-year-old child play tricks on him, feeling confused and loving. He sighed and rubbed Honeysuckle's hair dotingly and helplessly.

"What's wrong with you..."

Honeysuckle hummed, turned her back, and stopped looking at him.

The six-year-old child has not yet lost the baby fat, and the back is round and round like a red panda. Lian Qiao looked at his back, and his tenderness reappeared.

However, this tenderness was broken by the sour words of honeysuckle.

"Why don't you have kids."

It should be a question, but it is a statement. It's just that the statement is filled with endless sorrow and complaints, like a lonely kitten, struggling alone in the dark night to call for help, but can't get a response.

Lian Qiao was stunned for a moment. Then he asked with a wry smile, "Why did you say that?"

"..." Little Honeysuckle didn't speak, just lowered her head deeply.

Although Lian Qiao didn't understand what he was thinking, he clearly sensed his sadness. He opened his arms and hugged him from behind.

The six-year-old child is only a little big in his arms. It's not the thin and slender figure in memory, but it makes Lian Qiao feel an inexplicable nostalgia.

Lian Qiao didn't ask any more, just put her chin on Honeysuckle's little head and held him quietly.

I don't know how long.

"I'm sorry." Little Honeysuckle suddenly choked up.

Lian Joe didn't know what he was sorry for. The warm, moist touch on his arm diverted even Joe's attention and made his heart twitch.

"You..." He wanted to ask what you were crying about, but there was a faint feeling in his heart that he knew that Honeysuckle wouldn't say anything.

Honeysuckle had something to hide from him, he always knew.

But so what.

So Lian Qiao said, "Cry. I'll accompany you."

Little Honeysuckle turned around and threw herself into his arms, crying happily.

Next day.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning accompanied by the subtitles of "1999" smeared on their faces, the three of them only felt their eyes flicker, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already on the busy street.

Lian Qiao glanced at the XX elementary school across the road, turned his head and asked, "Honeysuckle, is this your elementary school?"

Xu Rendong: "No."

Lian Qiao&Little Apple: "Huh???"

Although it feels that something is wrong, but if the honeysuckle says it is not, then it is not. So Lian Qiao and Xiao Apple instantly lost their direction and didn't know what to do next.

Xu Rendong: "Give me a knife."

Lian Qiao took out a three-edged bloodletting knife from his backpack and asked in surprise, "Why do you want a knife?"

Xu Rendong put the three-edged sword in his pocket, raised his head, and cast his eyes to the abandoned building at the end of the street.

"To take down a crime syndicate."

Lian Qiao&Little Apple: "???"

The street where XX primary school is located is lined with stationery stores, snack bars, small hotels, residential buildings and other buildings. Every place is worth exploring. I don't know why the boss of Honeysuckle only took a fancy to that unfinished building.

Lian Qiao and Xiao Apple followed Ren Dong to the unfinished building. Honeysuckle walked around the hole in the iron fence with ease, and with a small short leg, he got in.

The next two quickly followed. Little Apple looked up at the entrance of the dark building, and couldn't help but folded his arms and said, "What is this place..."

Honeysuckle did not speak, but a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Although Lian Qiao didn't know what Ren Dong had in mind, he unconditionally trusted Ren Dong. When Ren Dong said he wanted to go upstairs, he picked up a crowbar and escorted him up with a flashlight. This building is an unfinished building, there is no electricity, the walls are full of holes, and the air leaks make a whirring sound.

The three stepped on the construction waste all the way upstairs. When they were about to reach the fifth floor, the three heard someone talking from above.

There are about five or six people above, speaking in an unknown dialect, murmur, and can't understand what they are saying. Little Honeysuckle stopped when he reached the fourth floor. The three of them slowed down and quietly peeped at the entrance of the stairs.

I saw a lamp lit in the large empty room. Although there are lights, the ground is still littered with construction waste. It seems that no one can live here, it is just a temporary place to stay.

There were four men and one woman in the room, all dressed in ordinary clothes, all with smiles on their faces. It's just that there is a vague maliciousness in that smile, which makes people uncomfortable.

These people form a circle. There was a small child in the middle, kneeling on the ground shivering.

Lian Qiao and Little Apple were stunned when they saw the child. It was a severely disabled child! Eye sockets are empty, no eyeballs. Both hands and feet are grotesquely shaped. I don't know if there is a congenital problem or some misfortune the day after tomorrow.

The little disabled person is dressed in tatters and has a gray face. At first glance, he looks like a little beggar. In his filthy little hands he was holding a broken bowl with a few coins and a few notes.

He picked up the bowl and handed the money to the man in front of him. Obviously, the man was not satisfied with this, he slapped the bowl over with swear words, then picked up the little beggar from the ground and beat him with the belt.

Xiao Apple's eyes were red when she saw it, and she immediately covered her mouth, afraid that she would cry.

Lian Qiao narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Cultivation and cutting..." (Note)

Honeysuckle: "Yeah."

Lian Qiao: "Call the police? Or..."

Honeysuckle shook her head and opened her mouth slightly: "Kill them."

Lian Qiao: "Okay."

The voice fell, and Lian Qiao had already picked up the crowbar and jumped out. Xiao Apple was taken aback by his willingness to do what he said, and what shocked her even more was that Xiao Rendong, who was only seven years old, was actually holding a three-edged saber and followed suit.

You two are a perfect match!

Little Apple is in a complicated mood. But even children are on, how can she hide behind as an adult. Immediately, he took out the watermelon knife and joined the battle heroically.

The group of people did not expect a group of martial arts madmen suddenly sprang from behind, and there was even a beautiful child carved in pink and jade in the middle. For a while, everyone was too late to react, and it was a mistake to be killed.

The battle ended quickly—no, it was more of a one-sided slaughter than a battle.

Xu Rendong originally wanted to leave a live question to ask questions, but he didn't expect that even with a few bangs from Qiao, all the brains of the five adults were smashed to pieces. He was so ruthless that he simply didn't treat the opponent as a human being.

Little Honeysuckle walked in front of one of them, reached out and touched her breath, and made sure that the last person was dead, so she said helplessly: "Why do you kill them all? Where are the clues?"

He wiped off the red and white brains from his face, and said nonchalantly, "They speak in dialects, but they can't understand them, so what's there to ask?"

Honeysuckle: "…Aren't they allowed to speak Mandarin?"

Lian Qiao casually pointed to the corner: "Well, isn't there another one?"

The mistreated little beggar couldn't see, only knew that a stranger was coming, but didn't know what happened. When Lian Qiao walked up to him, the little beggar screamed and ducked back. His grotesquely twisted thin arms and legs struggled so hard that he looked like a misshapen little monster. Lian Qiao's body froze, as if being stabbed by something. His face quickly softened, and his voice became softer.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

Seven-year-old Little Honeysuckle followed behind him and looked up at him slightly. There is an indescribable complex emotion in his eyes.

Lian Qiao took off his coat and wrapped Little Beggar. The little beggar flinched and wanted to hide. Lian Qiao sighed, touched his head and said, "Little girl, you are suffering. Don't be afraid, you are already saved. We will call the police immediately and take you to your parents. ."

When the little beggar heard "Mom and Dad", tears suddenly welled up in her empty eyes. Crystal tears swept across his dirty little face, looking extremely pitiful.

Little Apple couldn't help it, covering her mouth and crying. Xu Rendong watched quietly, thinking calmly in his heart: It turns out that after the eyeballs are gouged out, you can still cry.

Lian Qiao asked: "What's your name?"

The little beggar called "ah, ah" a few times, but was speechless.

Lian Qiao was stunned for a moment, then turned back stiffly and said to Xu Rendong, "He has no tongue."

Xu Rendong: "Well. Go to the police station."

"...Okay." Lian Qiao subconsciously hugged Little Beggar, but the outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. He turned his head and glanced at Xiao Rendong.

Little Honeysuckle smiled slightly: "Why are you looking at me? I can go by myself, just hug him."

Lian Qiao nodded, picked up the little beggar, and went downstairs.

On the way to the police station, passersby gave them strange looks. From the whispers of passers-by, they learned that the disabled child was begging for food at the side of the school every day after school.

This child is severely disabled and looks very pitiful, so the parents who come to pick up the child from school can't bear it, and they always give him some money at the beginning. But over time, everyone got used to it. After all, no one's family was rich in those days, and there was no spare money to help beggars every day.

Therefore, small beggars began to have large and small wounds.

In the beginning, it was just a bruised skin injury. Later, the wound gradually ulcerated and oozes pus, and the smell was unpleasant. Everyone is more reluctant to approach him.

Until she finished recording the statement from the police station, Little Apple did not recover from her depression and sadness.

"How can there be such people...Do they still have a conscience? How can they bear to do this kind of business!"

Lian Qiao was silent. However, Xiao Rendong has regained her composure. She looked back at the police station thoughtfully, and said in a low voice, "I don't know if the body has been wiped out. I'm afraid the police will find us."

Lian Qiao said: "It doesn't matter. I've seen it. The police here are not enough, and they don't have guns. I'm not afraid if I really want to do it."

Honeysuckle sighed: "It's not necessary. At present, the police are still reliable, and we can..." Before he finished speaking, he frowned, "Little Apple, what's the matter with you? "

Little Apple squatted down, clutching her chest. Her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and her face was no longer bloody, so she raised a pale face and forced a smile.

"My curse is finally fulfilled," she said.

The author has something to say:

Harvesting and cutting: It is the most vicious and vicious kind of professional beggars. Artificially create some disabled or "monsters", using this as a guise to win the sympathy of the world, so as to get a lot of money from passers-by. Excerpted from Baidu Encyclopedia.