The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao squatted down and bent down to reach Mung Doudou's armpit.

Taking a deep breath, gritting his teeth and exerting strength, he slowly stood up straight, his feet shaking slightly.

After 10 seconds, I finally picked up Mung Doudou.

Fortunately, he was very thin and light, otherwise Tang Jiao would have collapsed and fallen to the ground if he put any force on the narrow shelf of the cardboard box, which was not stable.

Tang Jiao took a deep breath.

She hugged Mung Doudou and leaned against the wall. She turned around carefully and looked up at the window above.

There's still about 50 centimeters left to reach.

As we got closer, the cold wind kept blowing in the snow from the dark window.

Tang Jiao felt a little more certain.

Bai Sheng finally let it slip that this was really a basement.

Since snow can drift in from this window, it means that it is connected to the outdoors and is above the ground.

Considering the height of the basement, it is likely that the distance between the windows is close to the ground and the maximum is no more than one meter.

You can go out.

Tang Jiao took a long breath and his heartbeat slowed down.

She stepped firmly on her feet, used strength in her arms, hugged Mung Doudou's legs, and lifted him towards the window.

"Doudou, put your clothes out! Climb out!"

Tang Jiao gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

Mung Doudou was very obedient, holding his clothes and keeping his hands raised, and his head could already be seen outside the window.

The child shouted excitedly: "Sister! It's outside!"

"Great, climb out!"

Tang Jiaotuo hugged his legs and lowered his head, trying to maintain the precarious balance under his feet.

Mung Doudou immediately pushed the thick coat out of the window smoothly, then stretched out his hands and climbed into the narrow hole with his thin upper body.

His upper body was hanging on the narrow hole, his elbows stuck on the outer edge of the hole. His head had already gone out and he saw the snow-covered ground very close at hand.

"Sister! It's the ground!"

A little bit.

He was not strong enough to bring his lower body up with the strength of his arms.

Tang Jiao gritted his teeth, stretched out a hand to support his feet, and slowly continued upward.

"Doudou, step on sister's shoulders."

Mung Doudou couldn't see beneath him, so he could only follow Tang Jiao's movements and step on Tang Jiao's shoulders.

Under Tang Jiao's final urging and support, "Climb out hard!", the child pushed hard with his feet, and his thin body passed through the narrow window and fell directly out.

At the same time, there was the echo of a heavy object falling to the ground from the entrance of the cave.

Mung Doudou's joy of successfully escaping was instantly turned back by the ice on the ground.

He was shivering violently, picked up Tang Jiao's coat, lay back at the entrance of the cave and shouted:

"Sister! Come out quickly! I'll pull you out!"

Tang Jiao fell to the ground, covering his arms, looking up at the anxious child who was trying to stretch out his hands toward the hole, and smiled.

"Doudou, put on your sister's clothes and run out."

The expression on Mung Doudou's face was blank for a moment.

His big black eyes were widened, and big tears fell down.

"Sister!! Come out! Sister!"

The child's voice was filled with extreme fear, and his two short, thin hands covered with scars kept waving at the entrance of the cave.

The smile on Tang Jiao's face became more and more real.

She swallowed hard with her dry throat, suppressed the trembling, raised her neck and said loudly:

"Doudou! Leave now! Find someone, find someone to save my sister!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuah sister! Sister, wait for me!"

Mung Doudou’s almost collapsed cry became more and more distant.

Tang Jiao looked at the small, dark window, and his head hit the ground lightly as if he was out of strength.

The live broadcast room was already going crazy.

When they moved the box from Tang Jiao and picked up the child, the barrage in the entire live broadcast room stopped for a moment.

There is no sound in the video.

But millions of pairs of eyes clearly saw the girl gritting her teeth and lifting her up.

I saw Qingli's tough side face and shouted something.

I saw the moment when the child stepped on the girl's shoulders and successfully got out of the hole, several overwhelmed boxes collapsed, and the girl's slender white figure fell from the camera.

At the entrance of the cave, I saw the child's hands stretched out and waving constantly, and the tearful face of the child crying and screaming in fear.

Directly above the screen was a blood-red 30 minutes and 01 seconds.

There was only a whole gray space left in the lens, and a small empty black window.

The lens specially adjusted by Bai Sheng could not see the bomb at Tang Jiao's feet, nor could he see Tang Jiao who fell to the ground at this moment.

The contrast between the crazy barrage and the dead silence on the screen is extremely heart-wrenching.

The tearful expression of the child's silent collapse seemed to reach the hearts of every audience outside the screen.

"Help...can someone come and save her?"

"Where are the police! Why haven't the police found me yet?"

"I'm so stupid! There are so many of you in Jingzhou, but no one knows where the hell this place is!"

"Ooooh, little sister, get up! Get up!"

"Madman! Let me kill that dead-faced man in black!"

Among thousands of barrages, one barrage was instantly drowned.

"Did you see it! Did she have something tied to her ankles when she was standing on the box?"

hum-

Tang Jiao's ankles vibrated again.

...

High in the sky, the sound of hunting wind poured in from the wide-open cabin door.

Under the moonlight, there were dense shadows on the trees below. There was no light, and there were only dozens of gray buildings hidden among the trees.

It's either white as snow or black as night.

"Jingchuan, the police station near the south of the city has searched the outermost area and is moving in. Many people on their own initiative are also looking..."

A strong and powerful hand wearing a half-fingered leather glove stretched out and grasped the handle at the top of the cabin door.

The man stepped on the edge, his hair blown by the strong wind, revealing his sharp and perfect outline.

A pair of white and transparent special glasses covered Sen Han's dark eyes, his nose was high, and his cold and sharp profile was like an unsheathed cold sword.

Xiao Jingchuan raised his hand and pressed the black earphones in his ears, turned up the volume, and said "hmm" in a low voice.

The deep sight falls below 1000 meters in the sky.

"Mr. Xiao, there is no suitable landing place."

A hurried male voice came from behind.

"Speed ​​down to 50 meters."

"Yes!"

Xiao Jingchuan kept his eyebrows unchanged, lowered his head, and used his right hand to skillfully check the locks on his body again.

The helicopter quickly descended from an altitude of 1 meters at extreme speed and dropped to 50 meters after one minute.

At 7pm sharp.

The hurricane air flow blown up by the helicopter blades at low altitude made the eardrums hurt, and the black tree shadows rustled below.

The snow on the dead trees fell straight down, causing birds to fly.

Xiao Jingchuan's sharp brows were slightly pressed, holding the black rope with one hand, and jumped into the darkness.

The black jacket was fluttered in the air by the wind.

The long black rope hung directly to the ground. Xiao Jingchuan landed on his feet in just 10 seconds at a speed that almost exceeded the endurance of the human body, and his footprints sank deeply into the snow.

He pulled off the lock with one hand and rushed towards the group of ruins and unfinished buildings like a cheetah...