Chapter 601: Goodbye, kid

When Hu Xiaoming heard the bang, he felt that the burning sensation of the sun disappeared. He knew that he should have been locked in the trunk by them.
Where are they taking him?
It must be a bad place.
Will he die?
He couldn't help thinking, the car had started, and he felt that the car had moved forward.
Because his body frequently hits the trunk due to inertia.
In extreme horror, he began to slam into the trunk with his body, and continued to pull his throat open and shout, "Let me out! Let me out!"
After yelling out, he felt that he was not so nervous, so he had to keep yelling. Now that the car is in motion, as long as you leave this empty alley, you can go to a place where there are people. If someone hears him calling for help, he can be saved.
Thinking of this, Hu Xiaoming seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope, so he continued to shout, "Help! Help! Someone kidnapped a child here!"
His hoarse scream finally worked.
He heard the car brake hard, creaked, and stopped.
Next, there is the voice of two people talking quietly.
But the surroundings are still as silent as death.
There was a strong sense of depression in this dead silence, which forced him to close his mouth.
He is scared, is it possible that the car hasn't left the empty alley yet?
He pricked his ears and listened carefully, and sure enough, the noisy voice was still far away from him.
At present, the car has not driven out of the empty alley.
Who is the speaker?
Could it be the one who kidnapped him?
The 6-year-old was trembling with fright, and he sobbed again.
"Dad, where are you? Come and save me."
If the kidnapper heard him cry for help, he would not stop there.
He held his breath, afraid to make any more sounds.
The whispering voice finally stopped.
With a bang, it was the sound of the car door opening, which he knew very well.
Next came the sound of footsteps, and someone came towards the back of the car.
His footsteps are heavy.
With another bang, the trunk must have been opened, because he felt the sun's burning return to himself.
"It's such a shameless kid."
Is it still the man with a northeastern accent speaking, or the one in white before? The voice sounds like.
"Uncle, don't kill me. You can call my dad and ask my dad for money."
Although I am young, I have seen many similar scenes in film and television dramas.
"Ask your father for money?" The man suddenly laughed, "Why do I want your father's money?"
Hu Xiaoming was stunned, not knowing how to answer that person's question with his six-year-old IQ.
But then, the man said something that the six-year-old child could not understand.
"Children, it won't be long before, your house, your money, everything in your family will be mine. Understand?"
Hu Xiaoming shook his head vigorously, but he did not understand this.
"Little friend, you don't need to understand, because soon, you will go to see Wangye Yan. You are too noisy, so I have to take some measures against you."
Next, Hu Xiaoming heard a sound of Xixi Suosuo, because he was wearing a blindfold, he could only guess that the person should be looking for something in the bag.
Sure enough, a soft and fluffy thing was stuffed into his mouth.
By touch, he knew it was a towel.
The towels are safe, there is a smell of Lux soap on the towels, because they have been kept in the bag, there is also a smell of cover.
Hu Xiaoming still wanted to continue calling for help, but this time, his voice was a slight purr, his mouth was blocked, and there was no sound anymore.
"Well, kids, we can continue on the road. Your life journey is coming to an end, see you later."
With a bang, the lid of the trunk was closed again.
Next, the car restarted and drove forward again.
It didn't take long before he heard the noise of cars and people talking on the street.
He started to regret it. He was too impulsive just now to call for help in an empty alley. If he could hold back and call for help again here, he would definitely have a chance to be saved. Hearing the noisy voices around him, he knew that the street was very lively, and it must be crowded at the moment, but unfortunately he could no longer pull his throat to call for help.
He yelled vigorously, but his slight purring was quickly obliterated by the flood of vocals and cars.
The tears of regret slipped down.
All he can perceive is that the car is still moving forward, and he can feel every detail of the car's driving, such as turning left, right, and stopping at a red light.
Unable to save himself and even unable to escape, he had to lie quietly in the trunk, letting it collide, crying silently.
I don't know how long it took before the car finally stopped.
With a bang, the car door opened.
The man walked toward the trunk again.
It was still the heavy footsteps, all of them, every foot seemed to be on his chest.
With a bang, the trunk was opened.
This time he felt not only the scorching sun, but also a smelly smell.
What is this place? Why is it so smelly?
Before he could think about it, he felt that he was grasped by a powerful hand and hugged.
The voice of the devil still came from the ear.
"Children, after all the ups and downs, we finally got to the place. Any kind of creature has to go through the process from birth to death, and you can't avoid it. Although the environment here is not good, it is to make you disappear from the world. You can only choose such a place as the end of your life."
What is this demon talking about? Am I going to die soon? Hu Xiaoming panicked, he struggled, but the rope was too strong, and he wanted to scold, with a towel stuck in his mouth. He felt extremely depressed.
At this moment, he heard the demon speak again.
"It seems that we should be more humane and untie the rope that binds you." After speaking, he really started to untie the rope.
Hu Xiaoming felt his body tightly bound by the rope relaxed instantly, so he immediately ran away.
But after not running a few steps, he was caught by the man.
"You just want to run as soon as you untie the rope. You are really a naughty kid."
The man finished speaking, grabbed him, and threw it forward.
With a slap, Hu Xiaoming felt like he had fallen into a pond, his clothes were quickly soaked in water, and his body continued to sink.
He pulled off the blindfold and towel and realized that the place he was staying was even more dangerous than the pond. It was a swamp. Before he realized it, his body had sunk heavily, and the mud pour into his mouth and ears. Entering his trachea, there was darkness before his eyes, and the suffocating fear grabbed him.
As he died, he heard the voice of the devil again.
"Goodbye, kid."
Zhao Shufang, who was hiding in the car, walked out of the car after seeing Hu Xiaoming sinking completely.
Zhao Shufang hugged the black-clothed man tightly, "Huh, finally got rid of this obnoxious bastard."
The black-clothed man said, "My dear, you go home now, do a general cleaning, and clean all the crevices in the house."
Zhao Shufang said spoiledly, "Oh, people hate doing housework the most."
"No, it must be cleaned up this time. The boy is missing. The police will come to investigate sooner or later."