After getting the doll, the little boy sat on the bed blankly, not knowing what he was waiting for.
At eight o'clock in the evening, players 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 falls asleep, everyone can move around.
Everyone has a glimmer of extravagant hope in their hearts.
Tong Mu couldn't move. She was still in pain after lying in one position for a long time.
She is not like Fu Guanmo, who can lie down like a dead person at dawn.
Right.
Where is Fu Guanmo?
Can he come and adjust her posture? It's so uncomfortable.
Just when Tong Mu was in agony, the people around him suddenly moved.
She kept glancing to the right, trying to see who it was.
Until he moved and then stood up.
A superior face reflected in her pupils.
Fu Guanmo was much calmer than her and glanced at her lightly, ignoring her dull gaze.
I stood up, straightened my clothes, and started to check the situation outside.
Although this box is not durable, it is quite realistic.
The plastic windows actually have a layer of curtains.
He gently opened a corner of the curtain and saw the little boy sitting on the bed.
As if he finally felt the eagerness of the person on the bed, he walked over and looked down at her.
Tong Mu was speechless, but could keep blinking.
Fu Guanmo pursed his lips, "Hungry?"
Tong Mu didn't move, staring hard.
She is just a doll now, whether she is hungry or not, she wants to move!
Seeing that she didn't respond, Fu Guanmo also realized that he had guessed wrong.
His eyebrows moved slightly, and his cold gaze fell on her.
"Remember?"
Tong Mu blinked wildly, indicating that he understood it correctly.
I originally thought that a fussy person like Fu Guanmo would be pretentious, but who knew that he was very straightforward this time and directly reached out to pick the person up.
Tong Mu hung in the air, with some tears filling her eyes.
Sure enough, there is no stone that cannot be heated.
She thought she would have to put in a lot of effort to persuade Fu Guanmo, but she didn't expect it to be so easy.
It seemed that he finally regarded her as one of his own.
Before she could be moved for long, Fu Guanmo carried her to the window and opened one of the curtains.
Tong Mu looked outside, his pupils slightly dilated.
Someone turned the doorknob, opened the door and walked in.
The man has a thick build and a tall beer belly.
He locked the door, turned around and looked down at the little boy, his expression was indescribably weird.
Everyone could feel something was wrong with this scene.
The little boy shrank slightly, holding the majestic police officer doll, his body trembling slightly.
"Son, come here and show daddy."
The man waved to the little boy.
The little boy shrank for a moment, then hugged the doll tightly and got off the ground unhurriedly.
He seemed very scared and did not dare to hesitate.
"dad……"
The man's striped shirt was pushed up by his belly. He patted the little boy's head, very satisfied with his docility.
I saw the doll in his arms again, and my eyebrows rose.
"A grown man, what are you doing with these things?"
He took the doll and threw it out. The doll fell to the ground with a thud.
All the players' eyes fell on the stuffed doll.
I don’t know if this doll is a certain player, but if so, he probably suffered a lot of pain from the fall.
The man seemed dissatisfied with him playing with these things, and poked his forehead mercilessly with his index finger.
Zhou Can stood on the cabinet, looking directly at the two people.
He saw their interaction especially clearly.
It's a pity that he is a doll now and cannot move at all.
Otherwise, he would definitely pick up a gun and go over and kill that damn man.
He is not worthy of being a father at all when he speaks so harshly to his own child!
All the players in the room looked at this scene and realized that the father might not like this child very much.
But the next second, they saw the father raise his palm like a cattail leaf fan and slap the little boy hard on the face.
"Pah——"
The huge sound was like thunder, making every player's eyes widen.
How could the little boy withstand the full blow of an adult man and be knocked to the ground?
The little boy lay on the ground for a long time before slowly raising himself up with his face covered.
Tong Mu's pupils kept dilating because of anger.
She watched the little boy push himself up, his lips moving but no words came out.
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 gash at the corner of his mouth and he bled a lot.
He looked at his father, his lips pursed, and he did not dare to speak out.
He did not beg for mercy because he knew that begging for mercy would be useless.
The man grabbed his hair and lifted him up like a chicken.
"Let daddy see how long this poor little boy can last today."
He raised the corners of his mouth, exposing his yellow teeth that smelled of alcohol.
As soon as the words fell, the little boy trembled violently.
Next, everyone saw an unforgettable scene.
A tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds. At a certain moment, human beings are even worse than beasts.
The father obviously drank a lot and subjected his children to a series of abuses and beatings.
Tong Mu saw several times that the little boy's head was lifted up and hit hard on the desk, causing bulges one after another.
He treated his son like an enemy, filling the bathtub with water, pushing him in again and again, and then dragging him out when he was almost dead, and the cycle continued.
The little boy was shaking like chaff and did not dare to resist at all.
His pitiful look caught the man's eyes, and he only got a crazy laugh.
The man's cruel roar and the little boy's scream.
A corner of the table was broken off, and the object was replaced with a hard wall.
A hole was slowly made in the wall, but there was more than one hole in the wall.
There are many.
Tong Mu watched quietly, her purple pupils trembling slightly, and the warm saline fell down and dripped onto Fu Guanmo's hand that was tightly wrapped around her.
If the man feels something, he will look sideways at her.
There was a hint of surprise in a pair of unruffled eyes, "What's wrong with you?"
Thinking that Tong Mu couldn't answer him, Fu Guanmo seemed to react when he saw the scene outside.
He covered Tong Mu's eyes with one hand and then placed her back on the beautiful crystal bed.
Although Tong Mu couldn't move his body, his brain was moving very clearly.
She felt extremely uncomfortable.
It is unimaginable what kind of torture the little boy suffered every day.
What if he is just an NPC, what if this is just a piece of data written in a horror game?
I'm just afraid that he is a real person and everything he has suffered, including beatings and abuse.
There was one person who really suffered.
He was obviously used to being beaten by his father.
How desperate and scared he was.
Who should he turn to for help? Who can he turn to for help?
The closest people in the world are persecuting him...