Chapter 5 Rescue Soldiers
"Brother Liu, there is a little girl here."

Jiang Sesu woke up at the right time, pursed her mouth and cried loudly!
"Tell her to shut up!"

The six sons waved their hands irritably, looked under the cliff, clicked their tongues, and frowned and asked Jiang Sesur.

"Why are you here? The car below belongs to your family?"

Jiang Sesu twitched and answered intermittently.

"Uncle, help me, I'm afraid."

The six sons and his group laughed, they never thought that they would one day be regarded as the saviors.

"Don't be afraid, little girl, uncle will take you home."

Jiang Sesur took the initiative to throw herself into the arms of the six sons, lowered her eyes, hiding her disdain.

Isn't it stupid to talk to her in such a coaxing tone?Be proud first, when you cry.

"Tell Uncle, how did you come here?"

Liu Zi still remembered the burning car at the bottom of the cliff, so he took out a lollipop to coax her, patiently speaking.

There was never a shortage of props on them. In order to prevent the child from being able to explain clearly, he even took some props without any additives to coax her.

"Brother Qiang brought me here. My mother gave birth to a little brother and couldn't live at home, so she asked me to stay at Brother Qiang's house for a few days."

Jiang Sesur pretended to answer naively, the sweetness of the lollipop was a bit bland, she held her face and said vaguely.

The six sons winked at each other, thinking they had figured out the ins and outs.

"Brother Qiang and we are both brothers. We are also very sad when he encounters such a thing. You can rest assured to go back with uncle. Uncle's house is big enough to live in, and there are many delicious foods."

Jiang Sesu leaned in his arms relaxedly, yawned, and showed a tired and hazy smirk. "good."

Seeing that she was in a deep sleep, the six sons knew that her children would be frightened and would have a fever, so they safely threw her in the back seat and told his subordinates.

"Huzi, go back and tell the boss, I'll go and look at the goods."

The six sons and a group of soldiers divided into two groups, each doing their own thing. They didn't know what kind of little devil in human skin they brought back.

Jun Haoran ran out of the village in one breath, the half taro had already been digested.

He missed the little friend who sacrificed himself to save him and came out to report the news, so he ran out desperately.

The village was relatively desolate, and the mountain roads were rugged. He had been starved for several days, his legs and feet were weak, and the soles of his feet were aching from running.

Enduring hunger and fear, Jun Haoran rushed far away, jumped off the dike, pulled the sweet potato vines hard, picked off a fist-sized sweet potato, rubbed the soil off the outer skin, and gnawed it.

Raw sweet potatoes are lightly sweet, filling the empty stomach.

Jun Haoran wiped his tears with the back of his hand while eating.

If he and his father hadn't run out in a fit of anger, he wouldn't have suffered such a crime, and even harmed his little friend...

Jun Haoran was complaining to himself, when suddenly he heard the sound of a car approaching in the distance.

He stood up abruptly, instinctively wanting to rush over to stop the car, but held back abruptly.

Here are all the narrow and difficult loess roads in the village. I don’t know how to run transportation. There are cars passing by in the middle of the night. It’s either adultery or robbery!

Jun Haoran raised his heart, inexplicably thinking of his friends in the old lair of the traffickers.

Could it be that "he" was exposed, and the vicious human traffickers found him running away, so he drove to chase him?

Jun Haoran suppressed the worry and fear in his heart, and kept thinking about what his little friend reprimanded him: Calm down, what time is it, and you are still so emotional?You should also learn to grow up, can you use your brain?
His task is to move the rescuers. As long as the rescuers arrive, his friends and he will all be saved.He can't be emotional, can't.

Jun Haoran gritted his teeth, hid in the sweet potato field, and waited for the car to go far away, then climbed out, and ran while eating sweet potatoes.

Tears fell on the sweet potato, and he gnawed it into his mouth viciously, with a slightly salty taste.

In normal times, he would be a picky eater and drop the food, losing his temper at his aunt.

But now he was gnawing and running without saying a word, not daring to stop when he was exhausted.

After eating a sweet potato whole, Jun Haoran successfully saw a village.

The night was thick, the crescent moon was westward, and the stars were shining, illuminating the path under his feet somewhat clearly.

The dogs in the village barked a few times, then became quiet again, without disturbing the villagers who were sleeping soundly.

Jun Haoran did not act rashly, but silently observed the small village with few people in front of him, and soon noticed the largest courtyard.

There should be the location of the village department, and there should be a telephone.

Jun Haoran pulled himself together and tiptoed over.

There is no dog in the village, and a large lock is hung on an iron fence at the gate of the courtyard, but it can't stop him.

Jun Haoran used the energy to lead the children in the compound to climb over the wall and climb trees, easily climbed over the fence gate, entered the yard, and quickly scouted around.

There was a snoring sound in the main house to the north, and it was the person on duty.

It should be here.

Jun Haoran climbed onto the window sill, smashed the window deftly with a stone, pulled the latch, opened the window lightly and jumped into the room, while the man in the next room was still soundly asleep.

He thought about it, and went to wake the man up.

"Uncle, call the police, it's a murder!"

The man was awakened from his sleep, staring at the boy in front of him in a daze.

"What?"

"Killed!"

Jun Haoran leaned close to his ear and shouted, and finally called back his soul.

"Who killed someone? Who died?"

The man shivered, turned on the flashlight, saw a shadow behind him, and his breath was hot, so he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"Uncle, call quickly, the murderer is chasing me!"

Jun Haoran urged urgently, thinking of his little friend who was trapped in the wolf's den, tears fell naturally!
"What? Chasing you? Then why don't you hurry up!"

The man froze and instinctively slammed people.

"Uncle, it's useless to run away, you have to arrest him, otherwise it's dangerous, call the police!"

Jun Haoran got angry in a hurry and urged desperately.

The man thought about it too, put on his clothes and went down to turn on the light, took the key to open the box of the phone, and looked up the phone number in the phone book.

Jun Haoran snatched the phone and dialed it.

"Hey you child, the phone is not for playing, it costs money..."

The man wanted to stop him, but Jun Haoran nimbly knelt down to avoid his grasping hand, and the phone was dialed.

"Hello, uncle policeman? I want to report the crime! I am Jun Haoran, that's right, Jun Haoran from the Jun family, here I am," Jun Haoran jumped on the chair and saw the documents on the table. "Xiaokangjiabao. I'm in the village committee, come quickly!"

The phone was snatched, and the man wanted to explain a few words to the policeman on the other side, but the other side had already hung up, leaving only a busy tone.

"Uncle, turn off the light quickly, the target is too conspicuous."

When Jun Haoran contacted someone, his grip suddenly loosened, and he lay down on the large desk, staring blankly at the incandescent light bulb above his head.

Fortunately, he has a good memory, so he jotted down the phone number of a trusted relative in the local area, otherwise he would really be caught blind.

He did everything he could, and all he had to do was wait.

Hold on, buddy, the rescuers will be here soon.

The man was frightened by him, slapped his forehead, and really rushed over to turn off the light, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay? Don't die, or I'll get you some oxytetracycline from the health center next door. You carry it first?"

Jun Haoran was smelled of garlic and alcohol in his mouth, unexpectedly he was not as sick as before, but felt very human.

"No, I'm fine."

He's trying to pull himself together, it's not time to relax yet!
 Sese is going to do something, light the wax for the traffickers~
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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