I found Tuesday's chat history and found that the so-called "flowers" in the announcement were not flowers at all, but children!
They are buying and selling children!
Xu Hun was so angry that he swung the mouse on the table, and a big hole was made on the mahogany table, "Are they human?! Jia Zhengru is openly abducting children, is he really a fake Zhengru?"
, what a bullshit name.”
Although Rong Qiqi didn't say anything, she pressed her hand on the edge of the table to leave a fingerprint on the piece.
Looking at the smiles of the children on the screen, they should have been the most innocent ones, but under each photo was written the coldest number - a 3-year-old boy, 10w
This group was founded fifteen years ago, the same time as the orphanage. In other words, from the beginning of the orphanage, it was a children's store.
Orphans living in welfare homes are almost the same as pigs in pig farms. The only difference is that these orphans cannot be sold wholesale like pigs, but are priced according to age, gender, health, and appearance.
After selection, they are then packaged and sent out by the welfare home.
Xu Hun was still saying indignantly: "Let me just say, an ordinary person can build such a big earth temple, Bagua mirror, and mugwort next to him. He is the only one who can do such a thing. He is not afraid of weird people. To do that,
I said, if Dean Jia could catch ghosts, he would open a group and sell all the ghosts he caught at a clearly marked price."
Xu Hun mentioned Tutu Temple, and Rong Qiqi suddenly thought of the couplet, "Mountain gods and mountain people worship, good children and good people receive."
She didn't understand what it meant before, but now she understands it completely.
Among the orphans sold by the orphanage, in addition to those who survived, there were also some children who died unexpectedly or suffered inhuman abuse. Their souls returned to the Earth Temple after death, and Jia Zhengru used the Earth Temple to suppress them.
to avoid being killed by those children in the middle of the night.
Rong Qiqi looked at the cabinet behind him and said to Xu Hun in a cold voice: "Get up."
Xu Hun looked at Rong Qiqi's cold eyes and stood up quickly.
Rong Qiqi grabbed the back of the chair with one hand and the legs of the chair with the other, and effortlessly lifted the boss chair to her chest. "Clatter, clatter," the glass on the cabinet shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.
Xu Hun could see the aura of "powerful to conquer mountains and rivers" from Rong Qiqi. He just wanted to clasp his fists and say: Hero, you are awesome.
Rong Qiqi threw the boss's chair to the side and smashed the coffee table to pieces out of frustration, leaving the office in a mess.
Xu Hun clapped his hands and applauded, "Zhuang... Bah, master, well done!"
If you give him a special cheerleading ball at this time, he can shake it on the spot to cheer for Rong Qiqi.
"Stop watching the show and come here to help." Rong Qiqi asked Xu Hun to take out the documents as they were arranged in the cabinet and put them into categories.
She checked the folders one by one, her face becoming more solemn as she looked at it, and Xu Hun's face became darker.
After fifteen years of trading, the buying and selling chain is divided into three procedures: the upper line, the middle line, and the lower line.
Online refers to those buyers. Jia Zhengru also manages online buyers into groups. Rich buyers are in one group, and poorer ones are in another group. According to the needs of different levels of buyers, different levels of products are sent.
Children's photos and pricing.
The middle line is the welfare home represented by Jia Zhengru, which is equivalent to the middleman and is the bridge between buyers and sellers. By earning price differences and intermediary fees, huge profits can be obtained.
The offline ones are undoubtedly those sellers. Some of the orphans in the orphanages were abandoned, and some were sold here by traffickers. What is even more chilling is that most of the sellers are the biological parents of the children. Some parents gave birth to children, that is,
In order to sell, they are more disgusting and terrifying than human traffickers.
If you are born without nurturing, you are no longer a parent.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
When you are extremely angry, you can't speak. The folder in Rong Qiqi's hand was badly damaged, and the sharp shell pressed against the palm of her hand. She still held it tightly as if she was not aware of the pain.
Xu Hun lowered his eyes and used a lot of strength to open her hand, "It's not worth getting hurt by a scumbag."
Rong Qiqi is not a person with a full sense of justice. After living in hell for two hundred years, she has seen too many love, hate, anger and ignorance. She once helped an evil ghost, but was retaliated by other evil ghosts.
The big fish eats the small fish, and the big ghost eats the little ghost. This is the law of survival in hell, and she can't control it.
But those big fish seem to have forgotten that when the small fish gather together, they have endless power. If a small fish is swallowed, there are thousands of small fish behind it.
This time, Rong Qiqi took care of things to the end.
Jia Zhengru shook his head. He seemed to be asleep. Where was the woman who just walked in? Why was she missing?
Jia Zhengru found himself lying on the bed with only a pair of shorts on his body. His hands were tied to the head of the bed. He broke free a few times. At this time, he no longer cared about his image and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Who did this? If you don't do this, I will be punished."
Let go and I will kill you."
No one responded to him, so he looked at his surroundings and found that he should be in the lounge. The room was very dark, and the only light source was the lamp on the bedside table.
The temperature in the room was getting lower and lower, and Jia Zhengru felt a slight chill coming from the soles of his feet, as if someone was rubbing his legs. The hairs on his body stood up, and his struggle became more and more intense.
"Let me go, let me go -"
This time he was answered by a burst of baby cries, children's playful laughter, and desperately shouting: "I don't want to leave, don't sell me, daddy - mommy -"
"Hehe, uncle dean, we meet again."
"Uncle Jia, I am Liangliang, do you still remember me?"
"Dean, please, please take us back. It's so dark there. They beat me and didn't give me anything to eat."
There was a cold touch next to Jia Zhengru's ears. He felt something touching his face. The penetrating chill made his scalp numb. It was impossible for anyone to discover those transactions. After so many years, he had done so.
Watertight.
Jia Zhengru's lips kept trembling: "Stop pretending to be a ghost in front of me and let me go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were more and more hands on Jia Zhengru's body. The muscles under his skin kept twitching. Those hands followed his veins and penetrated into the flesh, "tearing". A blue vein was pulled out, with not only
It was dripping with blood and had a bit of red meat stuck to it.
Jia Zhengru was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat. He watched helplessly as the vein was chewed and then swallowed by a child.
"Uncle Dean, I'm so hungry."
"I'm so hungry too."
"Me too."
Countless ghosts pounced on Jia Zhengru's body, biting his flesh and drinking his blood raw.
The person on the bed didn't know where to start. He stopped struggling, and his gold-rimmed glasses fell to nowhere, with a pair of goldfish eyeballs protruding.
The next second, both eyes were empty.
"Ah, I ate one, and I'll give this one to you. You can make up for whatever you eat."
Among the noise, only a young voice was heard saying: "It turns out that the blood of bad people is also red."
Jia Zhengru was like a stranded dead fish, being torn into pieces by countless young "ants". The bright red blood stained the entire bed. The blood spattered on the bulb of the desk lamp, and some dripped down the foot of the bed.