Permissions forbid ABO

Fringlow glanced back one last time, and a dodging shadow appeared in his peripheral vision.Cursing secretly in his heart, he never thought that this child would be so difficult to get rid of.There are fewer and fewer places to hide in front of them - there are slightly fewer buildings around the city, but this "slightly less" is for the town they are in, and a building can only be seen every few tens of meters.

It is not good for him and An Ru behind him.

Before this operation, what Feng Bei told him was to be vigilant, and it was best not to be noticed by anyone along the way.This town is too small, and most people know each other. If you meet a new face, you might pay attention to it, so he finally chose Flinlow

The situation in front of him is obviously not a matter of his carelessness.

He didn't really want to "confront the little kid who was secretly following behind" right now, so he turned to the outer wall of a house and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Fengbei to report the current situation. After typing, the other side has already replied——

"Leave him alone and keep going."

Fringlow looked up and met a street monitor, knowing it clearly.In this slow-developing town, monitors are not everywhere. They are here and there, and the distribution is extremely scattered, but no one watches them, which makes them take advantage of it.He was lucky this time, and just walked to the outer wall with surveillance.

Adhering to the principle of obeying orders, Fringlow implemented the boss's choice almost immediately.After walking a few steps, he realized how dangerous Fengbei's step was.

What should they do if the child is from Zhang Aoya?

"His name is An Ru. He is 15 years old. There was a fire at home. Now he is the only one living in the world. He graduated from junior high school and now works on the construction site." Immediately afterwards, his mobile phone message "ringed" following the idea that came to his mind. "Get up - the mobile phone is usually in a silent state, and there is such a message inside.

"Recently, I've been in this town every day. I'm moving bricks during the day and then go home after work. The only outing activities other than going to work may be to talk to my grandmother and go to the orphanage to show kindness." The second message also followed.

"It is impossible for him to come into contact with Zhang Aoya and others, and the people he contacts have no chance." Flinluo pretended to be a young man who was not afraid of death playing with his mobile phone in the middle of the road, slowed down, tapped on the mobile phone and replied "Received", after putting the phone back, it rang again, but he hadn't had time to look at it

An Ru behind him also slowed down because of his slowing down. They had already approached the remotest edge of the city, and they were about to reach a position where they could not see any buildings tens of meters away.

An Ru was nervous, and he naturally knew that the chances of him being discovered might double.But he had a vague feeling that this person might be going to that orphanage that looked like a dog and cat. He had heard the stories of human traffickers told by his elders since he was a child, and he always felt a little uneasy.

It's not about gender, it's all about... they're the same in a sense.

An Ru had no choice but to follow all the way, but only from a distance.He hid tens of meters away, watching the man out of sight before he dared to advance to the next hiding place.This kind of time seemed to pass so slowly that he took the time to look at the wall clock in other people's homes, and found that the remaining time would allow him to arrive at the construction site on time. Although it was much more than he expected, it was just a stepping stone.

"Fuck." He cursed, glanced at the person who was gradually walking out of sight, and finally left the area as lightly as possible, and he didn't start running until he reached the main road.

Flinlow squinted his eyes and found that the shadow behind him was gone. He took out his mobile phone and looked at the news that he hadn't had time to check.Maybe it's because it's too remote, and there's almost no monitoring along the way, but the phone hasn't responded since it vibrated just now. It's probably because there's really no worries about his safety over there.

"He's going to go to work in a while. If he doesn't go to work, there is no source of funds. Don't worry about him not going." 'Community animals'."

That is, whoever used to be the young master!

Fringlow has long been used to such dialogues, and his approach is generally selective ignorance, which is used to "deceive himself" to maintain the image of his boss as a serious leader in his heart.

"General, these...?" Flinlow asked curiously while typing.

"Cheng Lan." Fengbei replied quickly, but also very briefly, but this is indeed his style, either very long and slow, or very short and fast, this person usually has very few words on social software , making people suspect that he suffers from "Internet autism" or finger dysplasia.

He replied briefly, then moved on.The orphanage was not far from here, only a few hundred meters away, and he could even see the dilapidated building that was shaking in the cold wind.There seemed to be more and more people walking forward, most of them were children, children from the orphanage.

Some of these children looked to be only eight or nine years old, and some were half-grown, almost as old as An Ru. They were wary of this man who accidentally invaded.

The older ones can't help but push the smaller ones closer, as if the person in front of them will be against them at any time.But it is also true that in their lives, the people around them are indeed a malicious existence to them most of the time.Usually those who say these words are not aware of the malice in their words.

Although Fringlow was upright, he would never fail to understand what these people were doing. He didn't say anything, but just kept walking, as if his purpose was not here, but just passing by by chance.

The orphanage is just a small crumbling building. It is funny and funny to say that when the small building is opened, there are beds inside, as well as the second floor. People who live in can sleep on their stomachs at night.It is indeed like a shelter for cats and puppies. According to the moral information they collected, it seems that older people are responsible for food issues, and there is no leader such as the dean at all.

Maybe it should just be renamed a homeless gathering place.

Fringlow was dressed in normal clothes and blended in perfectly with this town, and he ignored all the eyes cast on him by half-grown children.Fringlow walked without slowing down while observing the surrounding scene.As if he wasn't the one who had to slow down because of playing with his mobile phone.

The area of ​​the orphanage is very wide, and it is surrounded by open spaces. If you look farther away, you will see the countryside, but those are also at the farthest end of your sight.

Fringlow lit a cigarette. He walked to a place where there were no people and stood there, watching the white "poisonous" smoke disperse in the air. Their army spread the word, and a boss passively took the lead. In the past few years, few people have been spared from things like tobacco.

Strange to say, one of the two bosses is serious about everything and "loves tobacco like life", and the other is like a dog, but he can be said to avoid tobacco like a snake.

"Hey, General, the situation in the orphanage is not much different from what we know, but many people are very defensive. The more people we come, the harder it is to break through their psychological defense." Flinlow reported with his mobile phone.

"Understood, where do you find a place to stay for a few hours, waiting for orders." Fengbei's voice came from the other side of the phone line. When his tone was solemn, his voice had a deterrent force that he didn't realize , making the listener unconsciously want to obey.

"Yes." Flinlow replied. He stayed in this town for a long time, but he didn't go out very much. He might still be familiar with the environment on his side. When he got here, he was "unclear" about everything.

"General, is there anything else I need to do?" He asked extra.

"I'll tell you something. If you don't find a place to stay... why don't you try to mingle with the kids here." Feng Bei said this with a smile, and it was a joke. He couldn't I don't know the purpose of Fringlow's question. Fringlow has never been a person who can beat around the bush. There must be something wrong with saying this.

"I'm serious, you can give it a try, I think they still have someone who is like a leader, otherwise there are so many children, who knows what will happen." Fengbei made his words clear, "and Not everyone is eight or nine years old, and there are some who are slightly older. Teenagers happen to be the most impulsive. According to psychology, with the influence of their living environment, they have no choice but to release their inner resentment. Turned into the hatred that is expressed every day."

Flinlow thought of the teenager who was protecting the child just now, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, so he said "um" on the phone.

"Why do they still stay here obediently, and they seem to be extremely protective of the calf? If I live in this kind of environment, and I happen to be at this age of 'fresh blood and youthful vigor', I definitely feel that people outside are The big idiot was plotting that he should leave and kill all those idiots."

"However, it is also due to the influence of the environment. They may no longer want to resist many things around them. They just want to stay here and retire with peace of mind." Flinlow said.

"Cheng Lan of this orphanage mentioned it to me, saying that the people inside still couldn't leave the villages and towns. If they entered, they would become a 'homeless man'. They would not worry about where to live every day, and they would run horses and herd sheep during the day. It is indeed a good place to come back and sleep soundly at night, but teenage years are still not the age group that will retire quietly." Fengbei said.

"And have you noticed that there is a cafeteria or something where they can eat?" He continued, "The economy of the small town is not good. Don't you think it's nonsense for so many people to have a loving dinner every day? So what did they eat to survive?"

Fringlow immediately understood, answered "yes", and put the phone back in his pocket.

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