Mysterious boy

There was a moldy smell in the dark warehouse, and Aoki, who was gradually waking up from a coma, found himself tied to a chair, and his body seemed to be suppressed by some powerful force, unable to move for a moment, and there was indeed standing in front of him. hooligans.

Seeing Aoki open his eyes, the hooligan with yellow hair quickly said: "Boss, this kid is awake."

A masked man walked up to Aoki and grabbed Aoki's chin, "Do you know why you were tied here?"

Aoki threw away the masked man's hand in disgust, Huangmao grabbed his hair viciously, pressed his head, "Stinky boy, didn't you hear our boss talking to you?"

On the other side, the gangster in black who molested Zuo Lengxing that day said with a smirk on his face: "You said that we are really destined, last time your friend beat us badly, this time it's our turn to calm down. "

Aoki looked angrily at the hooligan in front of him, but at this moment, all he was left with was shock, because he couldn't hear any of them's inner thoughts, just like Teacher Luo Si.

Although he didn't know who these people were or their purpose, he had completely become an ordinary person at this moment.

Just as Aoki was puzzled, the phone rang.

Huang Mao forcibly pulled out Aoki's cell phone, "Bell?"

The masked man asked coldly: "Who is Bell?"

The moment he heard the bell, Aoki's expression became visibly tense.

The gangster in black suddenly realized, "Could it be the friend who meddled with you that day?"

Aoki didn't answer, but they could clearly see the flustered look in his eyes.

"Boss, this person on the phone teamed up with their friends to bully us last time. Don't mention how miserable it is." The gangster in black seemed to be complaining.

"That's good, then let him come over to play." The masked man seemed very interested.

Aoki finally couldn't help it, "Don't let him come, aren't you afraid that he will call the police?"

The masked man walked up to Aoki, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, there won't be such a chance."

"It's enough for you to catch me alone, why do you want to involve my friend?" Aoki almost roared angrily, he would rather bear everything by himself than let the people he cares about be in danger.

Huang Mao looked at Aoki viciously, "Anyway, we already have enough cases, and we don't care about one or two more cases, just be happy."

Never thought that these hooligans were fearless, Aoki struggled and resisted crazily, only got more brutal fists and kicks, his face was already paler, and his clothes were stained red with blood, but thinking of Ling Dingyang coming over, he couldn't help feeling even more worry.

"Aoki, Aoki, are you in there?" Ling Dingyang's anxious cry suddenly came from outside.

The masked man signaled his subordinates to bring people in. After seeing the injured Aoki, Ling Dingyang was about to rush up and was held down by two gangsters.

The black-clothed hooligan walked towards Ling Ding Yang with a wooden stick and smiled, and struck down without any warning, "My friend, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"It's you?" Ling Dingyang looked at Aoki with a painful expression, "Aoki, are you okay?"

The yellow hair on the side then punched him, "He is fine, but I don't know if you will be fine."

Aoki looked at the blood at the corner of Ling Dingyang's mouth, feeling a little agitated, "You all stop, just come at me if you have anything to do."

The gangster in black lingered in front of Ling Dingyang with an evil smile on his face, "If you want to blame, blame him for meddling in his own business. It was the same last time, and it is the same this time."

As he said that, he hit Ling Dingyang again with a harder stick than before.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Ling Dingyang fell to the ground.

"Bing Ding! You go, leave me alone." Aoki said painfully.

His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was supporting his body with all his strength, Ling Dingyang looked up at Aoki, forced a smile, he knew clearly that he was the only hope for this lonely boy in front of him.

"Okay, how can you break your promise if you want to protect you?" Ling Dingyang tried to stand up.

The applause rang out in the empty warehouse, and it was extremely harsh. The masked man said to Ling Dingyang in a contemptuous tone, "You guys are really loyal, so how about we make a bet? If you can get to your friend Before you, I will let you two go."

"Ling Dang don't agree to him, how can they keep their word?" Aoki could see their viciousness.

Ling Dingyang finally struggled to get up, and angrily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Okay, it's a deal.

"Brother, I will promise you anything, so just let him go, I guarantee that he won't call the police after he gets out, I..." Aoki didn't want to see Ling Dingyang continue to be tortured by them at all.

Before Aoki finished speaking, Huang Mao took out the tape and sealed his mouth.

"Aoki, wait for me." Ling Dingyang knew Aoki's worry, but how could he back down?

As soon as the words fell, Ling Dingyang could hardly bear the heavy punch. The severe abdominal pain made him unable to stand up straight. Then his back felt numb, and finally fell to the ground again. Then, a rain of fists hit his body, as if It was like being crushed, and his vision began to blur a little bit.

Relying on his only willpower, Ling Dingyang tried hard not to close his eyes, still slowly crawling a little bit, and the punks around him also stopped their hands, watching him move his stiff body forward, leaving The next mark of blood.

Aoki looked at Ling Dingyang with red eyes, knowing that his struggle was in vain.

At a distance of less than one meter, Ling Dingyang suddenly stopped moving, but still smiled brightly at Aoki, his arms were trembling uncontrollably, his legs were slightly bent, and he stood up unsteadily.

"Qingmu, I'm late." Ling Dingyang stretched out his arms, his bright red hair looked more unique and dazzling in this dark warehouse, a stream of blood flowed down his forehead, instantly covering his bright eyes, his smile froze on his face, The whole person fell straight down.

Aoki had already seen clearly that when Ling Dingyang stood up, Huang Mao was already standing behind him holding a wooden stick, but no one could change it.

There was deathly silence, Aoki's world seemed to have no sound at this moment.

The bell of the masked man broke the silence.

"Got it, we'll go out immediately." The masked man hung up the phone, looked at Aoki with an indifferent look, "gameover, you are loser! Take it away!"

The gangster in black picked up the struggling Aoki and was about to leave, but the ankle of the masked man was imprisoned by one hand, trying to break free, but there was no way.

Looking at Ling Dingyang who was in a coma but still stubborn and did not let go, the masked man took out a dagger from his waist, glanced at Aoki who was stunned, and stabbed it without hesitation, the blood immediately stained the mask.

Aoki's mind was blank, his eyes were empty, he was suffocated by the tearing pain in his chest, the blood in his body was as hot as boiling water, and the air flow wandering around suddenly rushed out of his body, and in an instant, a white light enveloped the entire warehouse .

Zuo Lengxing, who was sitting on the roof at the moment, didn't seem to be in any danger. She still looked into the distance with no expression on her face. When the breeze blew by, she suddenly widened her eyes, covered her chest in pain, spat out a mouthful of blood, and disappeared on the wooden bridge .

In the classroom, the old professor with glasses reveled in historiography, telling the stories of the Anti-Japanese War in the past with eloquence.

Wutong was stunned suddenly, and rushed out of the classroom without saying a word.

The old professor held his glasses, looked at Wutong's back and shouted: "That student, are you in a hurry to join the army?"