Although we have a reasonable explanation that everyone can accept (except Amon), it is not enough to erase the uneasiness caused by the traffickers. In fact, the source of this uneasiness is not the previous threat, but them.
Time wasted in this small space.
Before, I was locked up in a warehouse and separated in a small room. Although I had to face fear and loneliness alone, it was also a person's business, and children, in themselves, have the meaning of "no one can
The strange characteristic of becoming stronger when you rely on it.
When there is no one around to rely on, children will get up on their own after falling, but if parents, friends, or even just one or two acquaintances are around, they will cry until they are black. This may not be a subjective behavior, but the result is
This is undoubtedly universal.
(At least this is the case with the seven- and eight-year-old children the author has met)
Although these children are not acquaintances, as time goes by, a potential "similar" thinking is spreading, and with it, panic continues to ferment around everyone.
Fear is contagious.
Amon saw all this very clearly. In fact, he used this layer-by-layer fear to scare many people, including many mid- and high-sequence ones.
But when Amon himself was in this environment, he understood what kind of torture it was.
"Kacha..." According to Amon's estimated somatosensory time, it was already close to dusk, and when the group of brats were already starting to panic about whether the traffickers were planning to starve themselves to death, the door with the inner handle removed was suddenly opened, and A Liang
He walked in carrying a pack of compressed biscuits.
Amon obviously felt that the three children were more or less relieved, but the mood was very unpleasant. As a veteran scammer, how could he not understand that this was actually alternating between high pressure and relaxation, thereby reducing vigilance and willpower?
s method?
"For four children under ten years old, is this method necessary?" Amon closed his mouth tightly, as if it was still sealed.
What the girl said before actually makes sense. Since they are commodities, there is no reason to sell their products cheaply, but Amon knows very well that he is not on this list of "high-quality commodities".
Therefore, if possible, he should reduce his sense of existence as much as possible to prevent himself, a defective product, from becoming the chicken that kills chickens and scares monkeys.
A Liang walked in the door and looked at the children who had untied the ropes. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing. He just put a pack of biscuits and a few disposable paper cups on the table and slowly started pouring water.
Looking at the torn compressed biscuits, several children couldn't help but swallow their saliva. A few days ago, this soap-like thing was not food they could swallow at all.
But now, after this period of continuous hunger, they have completely put aside this idea. As long as they can fill their stomachs, it doesn't matter anything.
Amon looked at the cookies and suppressed the ferocious look that was about to appear on his face.
Compared with these children, his consumption these days is far more than a few biscuits can satisfy. After getting his share of biscuits and water, his eyes were still staring at the ones that A Liang put in his pocket, well, still
Count the dollars given to other children.
After eating and drinking enough, you will have the strength to escape.
But Amon knew that he couldn't do anything.
If we want to classify the four children, Amon can be sure that he is definitely the lowest one. Although he does not know the situation of human traffickers in this world and does not know which kind of children are more popular, there is no doubt that he is the lowest.
Those with birthmarks are probably only a little better than those with disabilities and diseases.
"Damn secret! Damn daddy!" Amon cursed in his heart again, grinding the biscuits in his hand with his teeth like a hamster, letting them fully mix with water to provide more satiety.
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A Liang looked at the looks of the children, without saying anything, picked up the kettle and turned around to leave the room.
…
"How's it going?" Seeing A Liang coming out, Sister Qiong sitting in the living room held an apple and asked casually. A Liang put the kettle aside and spread his hands:
"Can't you see it?"
"I'm asking you now!" Sister Qiong's eyes widened, and A Liang immediately gave up and said:
"The one who untied the rope was quite clever. He was not hostile to anyone else, and the kid with the black eyes was still safe."
"Really?" Sister Qiong nodded and thought for a moment before saying:
"I still feel uneasy..."
"What are you afraid of? The goods will be sold tomorrow. I guess the yard is not very clean, or we have been a little tired recently. This time we divided the money and went back to rest for two days..."
"Pa!" Before A Liang could finish his words, he was slapped by Sister Qiong. He was a little confused, but before he could get angry, he saw Sister Hong staring at him with an angry look.
road:
"What did I tell you before? Just keep your mouth shut in this business!"
"How could I..." A Liang wanted to retort a few words, but as soon as his mind turned around, he realized that what he said before was indeed a bit unlucky, so he immediately shut up, said no more, and even said something to himself
Give yourself a slap in the face.
…
Amon lay casually on the floor and looked at the ceiling quietly. This room was completely like a prison, without even a window. Even if there were only four children, it still made people feel depressed.
But what’s even more depressing is…
"Fuck!" Amon didn't learn anything else when he came to Earth, but he learned a lot of swear words. He cursed in a low voice, got up and walked towards the covered plastic spittoon in the corner.
This is where four kids work out their personal problems in this room.
Fortunately, due to the insufficient supply of drinking water, several children had no desire to go to the toilet. Unfortunately, once they had to go to the toilet in this situation, the smell was quite strong.
Even though Amon was once a dual-path true god, he couldn't resist the instinct of this body. He sat on the thing that exuded an unpleasant smell in an extremely frustrated manner, and quickly eliminated the contents in his belly.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
This "toilet" didn't even have a curtain. Under the gaze of the three children intentionally or unintentionally, Amon only felt that he was being enveloped in a strong sense of humiliation. He gritted his teeth and quickly lifted up his pants. For a moment
, he even wanted to open the door lock and rush out to fight those two bastards.
"You have to hold it back, you have to hold it back! I fucking have to hold it back!" Amon muttered the foul language he learned from the thief, and felt a little better.
After closing the spittoon lid again, he quickly retreated to the corner where he was originally, and suddenly felt a little wet at the corner of his eyes.
Amon, the son of the ancient sun god, the god of fraud, the god of mischief, the man who plays with time and fate, the nightmare of all thieves, at this moment, he shed the first tear in his thousands of years of "god" life.
