She Is Not a Witch

　　Bad jumped out of the wagon in an old leather jacket. It was already night.

　　 During the day, he and a few hired workers went to deliver the goods. He missed the time to pay the money and didn't return to the brewery until then.

A leader of the 　　 winery gave him the part of the money that belonged to him, and briefly explained why it was less than before, and then let the carriage in, preparing to close the door.

　　Bad was a little bit reluctant, why the Nissos family always turned back, but at this time there were not many people in the winery, and he didn't know who to complain.

　　 "Have you seen Grete?" He asked a familiar employee.

　　 "No, it seems that I didn't see it after the money was paid in the afternoon." The hired worker recalled and said casually, then shook the dust on his clothes and prepared to go back.

　　Bad asked two more people, and they said they didn’t know, because they were not familiar with these people at ordinary times, so Bud had to give up.

　　 He estimated Yigrete's character, he should be very angry.

　　 Forget it, it's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow, with this thought he is going to go back to rest first, after all, after running for a day, the body is very tired.

　　 "It's disgusting, I didn't expect those guys to also stand with the Nissos family."

　　 The employee and Bud had a good distance. When the two were on the way, he began to talk about what happened today.

　　Bad also thinks that those people probably collected money from the Nissos family, but as long as this kind of thing is not caught on the spot, what can they do? It's not that they have to work in the winery for their livelihood.

Can't think of a clue, Bud can only continue to walk on the dim street, here is the workshop and warehouse gathering place of Hopland, there are no tourists, there are no lights on the roadside, only the lively music from afar .

　　 For some reason, he walked slowly and slowly, and finally stopped altogether.

　　 I was a little worried about Grete, because this friend's personality is like that, he can't tolerate sand and is more idealistic.

　　 Let's go and see, it's not far anyway.

　　 He turned and walked towards another intersection.

　　The deep alley is very dark, and there is still a little water on the road. Fortunately, the ground is covered with stone floors, so that it will not be stepped on and it is all mud.

　　 These rough stone slabs effectively prevent muddy, because the industry association still cares more about the city appearance, and don't want to see mud rolling in the city. That is not only dirty, but also very troublesome to clean.

　　 Bud walked quietly in the alley. He was familiar with this section of the road, and there was no obstacle.

　　 Turn around this alley and you will reach the place where Grete lives. It's not far from the winery.

　　 A dim light came in from outside the dark alley, and several people were talking outside.

　　 "Aren't you digging, why are you honest now?"

　　 A familiar and disgusting rough voice reached Bud’s ears, followed by a dull hit and a hoarse wailing.

　　 He walked carefully to the corner of the alley and poked his head out in the shadows.

　　 Under the dim light, the door of Grete’s cabin was opened, and seven or eight people surrounded the open space outside the door, and it was quiet.

　　 A man in the middle knelt on the ground, his hair was pulled up, and his body was covered with blood and stains. If it weren't for the familiar clothes, Bud wouldn't even recognize it as Grete.

At this time, Grete is no longer handsome. His face is full of blood, snot, mud, and saliva. His feet are even unnaturally twisted. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, I'm afraid not. Some people think he is still alive.

　　 "You were very proud when you asked for money for that ugly monster. Why didn't you think about it, you will have today."

　　 Among the several big guys standing, the leader is Manda, the evil guy who grabbed Bud's money before.

　　 Some of them were holding wooden sticks in their hands, and some of them were carrying broken wine bottles with blood stains on them.

　　 When Bud was about to rush out, one of the middle-aged men spoke up.

　　 "If you want me to say, Gretel, you just don't know how serious it is. You can do it once, and you want to do it again."

"Don't look at how many catties you are. Now it's okay. Master Fenton gets angry. You won't use it in the winery anymore. Haven't you been saying that the Nissos house is not good? willing."

　　 "You..." The **** Grete wanted to say something, but it was a pity that there was blood in his throat and he couldn't speak.

　　 This middle-aged man under the light is one of the leaders of the previous strike with Gretel, as are the other people nearby.

　　 Seeing this amazing scene, Bud realized that Grete had been betrayed, and his heart began to sink. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound.

　　 Yes, he didn't dare, everyone around Grete betrayed him, how could he beat those strong men alone.

　　 Fear spread in his mind, and the scenes of bullying and beating in the past resurfaced in his heart again. Those memories of ridicule and sarcasm seemed to sound in his ears again. His legs trembled, and his body slowly slid down on the wall.

what to do! what to do! what to do! what to do! what to do! what to do! what to do! what to do! what to do!

　　 He clasped the soil between the stone slabs tightly with his fingers, his heart was full of anxiety, and his brain was in chaos.

　　 [If one day you feel too uncomfortable and can't stand it anymore, just imagine that you are a stone with no emotions. This will make you feel better. ]

　　 For some reason, this sentence was suddenly recalled by him.

　　Bad was ugly, and many people were stunned, and since childhood, few people have shown special kindness to him.

　　 What impressed him, except for a good friend of Grete, was the girl who helped him out at the restaurant at the time.

　　 In fact, he was very grateful for the help of the young girl, but unfortunately he didn't speak much, as if he was mad at others, and only left such a sentence.

　　 Poor knowledge left him with little choice. He tried to imagine himself as a cold stone, without emotion, fear, shame, and fear.

　　 Slowly, slowly, the brain finally calms down.

　　How can I rescue Grete?

　　 I can't beat it. Find someone? It is difficult to find in a short time, and other people may not dare to stand up.

　　Sisi seems to be stuck, no, I have to change direction.

　　 Just separate Gret from them.

　　 He turned back to the alley, ran away carefully without making a sound, and after leaving a certain distance, he began to run with all his strength.

　　 The sound of the night wind whizzed in his ears, his chest undulated violently, and he gasped in a familiar direction.

　　 Turning around two streets and alleys, he rushed back to the winery, kicked open the closed gate, and the old iron lock suddenly broke, tearing a small wooden frame.

　　 Regardless of the surprised and speechless worker on duty, he rushed over, picked up the lantern on the table, and looked around.

　　 The oil can in the last corner appeared in his vision~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Holding the oil can in his arms, he was about to rush into the workshop, where there were many empty wine barrels and wooden structures.

　　 "What are you doing Bud!" The hired man on duty wanted to stop him.

　　 "Go away! Or I will kill you!" Bud's hideous face, roaring, shocked the hired worker.

　　 After he went in, he poured oil on the wine barrel and debris, then turned on the lantern and ignited it with candlelight.

boom--

　　 The flames began to spread, and it was unpleasant to burn. He grabbed the gauze that was used for filtering next to him and threw it on, then pulled the fire cloth to spread the flames quickly to the entire workshop.

　　 The monstrous flame ignited, it was the dry season of autumn, and the fire expanded extremely fast.

　　 With the scorching heat wave, the employees on duty did not dare to step forward, so they could only shout and startled other people around.

　　 Bud watched the flames rise, rising ten feet high to reflect the night sky, then put down the ignited fire cloth in his hand, and then turned and ran away.

Strong smoke rose along with the flames, and the choking smell spread in the air. People who were startled by the shouts began to look here. If the fire really burns, not only this brewery, but several nearby workshops estimate It's also bad.

　　 Most of this piece is the property of the Nissos family. They immediately sent people to wake up the employees who lived nearby, and several people rode on horses to report to the owner for help.

　　As Bud ran back, the few people who had tortured Grete also saw the fire, and not far away began to hear the sound of fire fighting, which was noisy.

　　 Seeing that many people began to appear in the alley, Manda and the others did not dare to continue beating Grete blatantly.

　　 "What should I do, boss, this will not work well." One of the younger brothers asked, and there were more and more people around him.

　　 "Drag him into the house."