The Seventh Base

Xu Mo's head felt a tingling pain, as if it might split at any time. Countless pictures were shown in his mind like a movie. He wanted to wake up, but his eyelids couldn't open.

A ghost press?

A thought appeared in Xu Mo's mind, and his consciousness was still struggling. Finally, his left finger moved, it felt cold and sticky to the touch, and his right hand seemed to be pressing down on something, and it had become a little numb.

"Huh..." Xu Mo finally opened his eyes and gasped for breath, feeling extremely tired.

As if sensing something, Xu Mo suddenly raised his left hand and glanced at it, his palm was dyed red, shocking, making Xu Mo's eyes sluggish, and his heartbeat also accelerated.

He still couldn't move his right arm. He moved his head and glanced at his right arm. A small body was curled up there. The tattered clothes were also stained with blood. In addition to blood and tears, the tender face was full of tears. It was a girl of about five years old, and she was still sobbing when she fell asleep.

Xu Mo turned sideways cautiously, with his arms bent, his elbows supported on the ground, he stood up sideways and let the girl lean against his chest.

Xu Mo, who sat up, looked to his side, his heart twitched violently, and there was a severe tearing pain.

In the small house, two icy bodies were lying on the ground, faintly turning dark purple, and the floor was stained with blood. It was obvious that they had been dead for some time.

A memory appeared in Xu Mo's head, and the tingling pain came, accompanied by a strong sadness and heart-wrenching pain, he seemed to have no idea who he was.

Looking down at the sobbing girl in her arms, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Xu Mo faintly realized what had happened to him. He looked down at the ground. Broken furniture was scattered all over the place. Xu Mo found a broken lens. He moved his body and picked up the lens with his left hand to take a picture. A slightly green face, about fifteen years old, with a sickly pale face.

The girl moved her eyelashes, opened her eyes, and called out, "Brother."

She seemed to think of something, the girl cried violently, her body struggled and turned around in Xu Mo's arms, but Xu Mo forcibly held her head, her right hand tightly wrapped around her neck, and her arm was slightly forced so that she could not break free.

"do not look."

Xu Mo said softly, his heart was twisting like a knife, and his breathing seemed to be painful.

A five-year-old girl saw with her own eyes that her parents and brother were beaten to death. What kind of tragic picture is this?

"Brother, I'm afraid..." The girl's body trembled as she cried, her little hands hugged Xu Mo tightly, Xu Mo's heart trembled with the cry, and the strength in her hands tightened.

"Don't be afraid, brother is here." Xu Mo tried to make his voice softer.

"Brother, are mom and dad asleep? Why are they bleeding, brother, can you wake them up?" the girl cried.

"Yo'er, Mom and Dad are tired, can you let them sleep for a while?" Xu Mo looked down at the girl and said softly, trying to squeeze out a smile.

"Okay." Although the girl was still crying, she still nodded obediently.

Xu Mo got up with the girl in his arms and looked around. The simple room was only about 20 planes in size. The living room and the kitchen were integrated. There was dust everywhere, and there was only one small bedroom.

Xu Mo cautiously walked into the bedroom and put the **** the bed. The girl looked at him and seemed a little scared.

"Younger, go to sleep, my brother is by your side." Xu Mo whispered to the girl, the girl nodded, still holding Xu Mo's hand and refused to let go.

"Go to sleep, just wake up." Xu Mo stroked the girl's hair with the other hand, and lowered her forehead to help her close her eyes.

The girl was very obedient and did not resist. Xu Mo stood by her side for a while, then gently retracted his hand and covered the girl with the quilt.

The room was messy, and the clothes were piled up. Xu Mo found two broken quilts and walked out of the bedroom to cover the corpse. style=\"display:inline-block;widtdisplay:inline-block;wdata-ad-client=\"ca -pub-12data-ad4185134\"\"data-ad-region=\"cont_mid\"data-ad-slot=\"6246767822\"data-ad-(adsbygoogle=w[]).push({ }); I searched in my memory how to deal with this situation, but the original owner obviously has no memory in this regard, and he still does not have some life experience when he is under fifteen years old.

I only vaguely know that the dead are buried and cremated.

"money!"

Xu Mo glanced at the cluttered room, but it had all been turned over. I'm afraid all the valuable things were taken away. The world seemed to be more cruel than the original owner remembered.

Deng, Deng, Deng...

There was a voice, the door was pushed open, a middle-aged figure walked in, glanced at the body covered by the white cloth on the ground, then looked at Xu Mo, his eyelids twitched, and he asked, "Yes People from the arsenal?"

"It should be." Xu Mo nodded. In his memory, his parents were ordinary workers in an arsenal factory, but suddenly one day he ran back home and didn't dare to go any more. He even went to the law enforcement team, as if he had encountered something. matter.

According to Xu Mo's memory, his parents didn't tell him what happened, but he also vaguely heard their discussions. The arsenal was hiding some secrets. They were very scared and wanted to inform him, but in the end it ended like this, a family of four. Except for Xu Yao, who was less than five years old, all of them were beaten to death.

"Confused, I persuaded them not to meddle in their own business before, otherwise they wouldn't end up in such a land." The middle-aged man said, he is Xu's father's younger brother, that is, Xu Mo's uncle.

Xu Mo looked at him and found that when the other party said this, there was no sadness or anger in his eyes, and he was so calm that he didn't look like his biological brother at all.

From my memory, I know that his parents are more honest, while his uncle is more treacherous, and the brothers have no contact with each other on weekdays.

"Xu Mo, the matter has come to this point, you can only take care of your parents' funerals first." Uncle Xu sighed: "However, the cremation also requires a sum of money, and my uncle has no savings, so I will find someone to borrow it first, try my best to Be decent, then sell this broken house first, what do you think?"

Xu Mo looked at the other party with a bit of vigilance. In his memory, his uncle was not so good at talking.

"Where do Yao'er and I live?" Xu Mo said.

"I will apply to be your guardian, so you and Yao'er will follow Uncle from now on." Uncle Xu said.

"My uncle's family is not big. If you add me and Yao'er, I'm afraid I won't be able to live there. Besides, Yao'er will grow up in the future, which is not very convenient." Xu Mo replied.

A hint of impatience flashed in Uncle Xu's eyes, Xu Mo was usually honest and timid, how did he know about these things, he should be frightened now, but he still thinks about the future?

"Don't worry about this, Uncle will find a way." Uncle Xu said impatiently.

Xu Mo stared at the other party and then said, "Thank you uncle for your kindness, but don't bother uncle, I will take care of my son by myself."

"What do children know?" Uncle Xu shouted, stared at Xu Mo with a bit of a fierce look in his eyes, and frightened: "This time it's your life, you can't protect yourself and you have to take care of your younger brother? Honestly. Follow me, you don't have to worry about Yaoer, she forgot about this when she was a few years old, I will find a good family for her, and if there is a big person who wants to adopt a child, if you are lucky, Yaoer will be able to live. Good day."

After speaking, he also emphasized: "This matter is settled."

Xu Mo looked at Uncle Xu's expressionless face, but his heart was cold. The original owner had a job. Although he didn't earn much money, he was enough to support himself. The youngest child needed to be taken care of, so Uncle Xu planned to give it away. 'Send' or 'sell', as for the probability of finding a good family, it is basically equal to zero.

This is to take advantage of the fact that my own brother was beaten to death, to seize the house.

Uncle Xu was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Xu Mo, thinking that this little beast seems to be a little different after being stimulated? He was so courageous, but he still couldn't believe that he couldn't handle a little boy less than fifteen years old.

"I don't want it." A childish voice came, Xu Mo turned around and saw Yao'er standing at the door of the room with bare feet, apparently awakened by shock, and looked at Xu Mo with big wet eyes: "You don't want to. give it to someone else."

Seeing the tears in the girl's eyes, Xu Mo felt a pain in his heart, walked over and hugged her and said, "Brother will not send Yaoer away."

"How can a child speak here." Uncle Xu glared at Yaoer.

Yao'er shrank back and looked at Xu Mo.

Xu Mo felt a surge of anger in his heart. He carried Yaoer into the room and put her on the bed, rubbed her head and said, "Be good, Yaoer, brother will protect Yaoer. Don't you move in the room, okay?"

"Okay, listen to my brother!" The girl nodded obediently~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Be good! "Xu Mo kissed the girl's forehead lightly, and walked out of the room again to close the door.

"Uncle, go back, I will handle the matter here myself." Xu Mo walked out and looked at Uncle Xu, not expecting his uncle to help him.

When Uncle Xu heard this, he stared at Xu Mo with vicious eyes, with a vicious smile in the corners of his eyes, he walked towards Xu Mo step by step, and said coldly, "You **** is shameless, your parents are already dead, understand?"

Saying that, he kicked Xu Mo directly, and Xu Mo, who was already weak, fell directly to the ground, only to hear Uncle Xu say, "Just cooperate with me, do you think Lao Tzu is willing to take you in? You can rest assured. This little girl is quite cute and can sell for a good price, some big men in the black market will like this."

Xu Mo coughed, and his tightly clenched hands trembled a little.

"Humph." Uncle Xu glanced at Xu Mo coldly, then walked around him and walked towards the room: "Yaoer, uncle will take you to play."

After speaking, he pushed open the door.

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, Uncle Xu frowned, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes. He originally wanted Xu Mo to have some value, so he could make some money as a coolie, but now it seems...

No one cares about what's going on here.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a sharp piece of glass stabbed towards him violently, and his pupils shrank violently. How could he have thought that his cowardly nephew would do such a thing, he couldn't help but look shocked, and he wanted to stretch out his hand. Block, but there is still time, Xu Mo seems to have used up all his strength, and the glass shards stabbed directly from his forehead and plunged directly into it!

PS: Wuhen has written fantasy for more than ten years, and wants to write an interstellar sci-fi. The new book is first published on ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is the first time I have published a book at the starting point, brothers and sisters, support! ! !