My master is invincible

Chapter 1874 Yin Yang Rice (78)

The truck driver saw that my expression was wrong, so he asked me, "Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

I hurriedly said: "This answer is very important, please tell me carefully."

He didn't speak directly, but glanced down at the child's body, his eyes flashed with unbearable, and then he said slowly: "He, it's very strange, he hasn't cried since he was born, and even more when he grows up." It never came out."

Sure enough, I won't cry.

If this was the case, then all of this would make sense. No wonder the child didn't speak even though he was alive when he fell into the carriage, which led to his death.

Thinking of this, I felt an indescribable sense of self-blame in my heart.

If I had been more careful when examining his body, I would have definitely found out that he was not completely dead.

But, at that time, I chose to believe the driver's words, thinking that the child was dead.

Why!

Why is this so!
At that moment, I pulled up the suitcase without saying a word, and walked towards the cab.

After getting out of the cab, I leaned against the side of the train, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and let the cigarette circle around my lungs.

At this moment, the truck driver got out of the car and asked me: "Little brother, what's the matter, did you think of something?"

I turned my head to look at him, and felt that there was no need to hide him, "When we saw that child, he was not dead."

"What?" He exclaimed, staring at me firmly, trembling: "What did you say, make it clear, what do you mean the child is not dead."

I didn't hesitate any longer, and told everything that happened before.

After hearing this, he almost didn't jump up, and said: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, if the child hadn't died, his parents would not have given the child to me, you must know that this child is a treasure in the eyes of his parents! "

I have two explanations for his doubts. One is that the child fell into a state of suspended animation. His parents thought he was dead, so they packed his body in a suitcase and asked the truck driver to take him back.

The other is that his parents knew that the child was not dead, or that his parents gave the child some medicine to put the child into a state of suspended animation.

I think this way because what the truck driver said just now woke me up.He said that all the money the child's parents earned in a year was spent on the child.

There is a common saying that goes like this, long-term illness makes no filial son.

Similarly, if parents spend enough money on their children, they will naturally feel tired. In addition, they need to live. Therefore, some parents will give up treatment, and even have the idea of ​​killing their children.

I've seen news like this a lot.

Of course, then again, as for what kind of situation this child belongs to, I don't know for sure.

Honestly, I hope it is the first type, because if it is the first type, at least his parents are still good parents.

However, if it is the second type, I don't like judging his parents at all. If they are cruel, they have spent their life savings for their children all these years.

However, if they were kind parents, it would be too unkind in the end.

For a while, I didn't know for sure.

But, I don't know why, I vaguely feel that his parents are likely to be in the second situation.

I think so because they haven't come back yet.

Speaking of this, someone will definitely ask, didn't it mean that every time his parents took the bus for ten kilometers, the bus would break down?
It is true to say so, but if you think about it again, what if other people on the highway encounter this situation, but it is imposed on him by his parents?

It is not impossible to know this kind of thing, after all, human beings are inherently cunning, there is no doubt about it.

At this moment, the truck driver spoke up, and he said, "Little brother, are his parents really vicious people?"

I glanced at him and said: "It's hard to say for now, it depends on whether his parents can come back before three o'clock in the afternoon. If they come back, his parents may treat the child as a fake death. It may be that his parents want to borrow your hand to make his son disappear from this world, so as to reduce the burden on his family."

"Why is it three o'clock!" He asked me.

I looked up at the sky and said softly: "It's almost noon now, have you seen any strange things happen at noon? In other words, these two hours at noon are safe. If they don't come back after noon, then My opinion is to call the police."

He listened to my words, nodded thoughtfully, and did not speak again.

Just like that, neither of us spoke any more, just leaning against the side of the truck and smoking a cigarette.

Waiting is undoubtedly a painful thing. In this kind of pain, we stayed up for several hours. It was almost noon, but the child's parents never came back.

This made the faces of both of us more and more tense. By two o'clock, we had completely lost our patience, and the truck driver said: "Don't wait, call the police, Ma De, I have never seen such vicious parents. , not even letting go of my own son, why can't speak, there are so many dumb people in this society, and I have never seen any parent with such a vicious heart!"

He took out his cell phone cursingly, and was about to call the police. I grabbed his arm, shook his head at him, and said, "Wait a minute!"

"Still waiting, his parents obviously won't come back, this kind of person should be arrested by the police and let them sit in prison." The truck driver looked angry and cursed.

I said softly, "Wait another hour, even if it's giving humanity a chance, if you don't come back at three o'clock, it's not too late to call the police."

"Little brother, do you think they still have humanity after killing their own child?" He seemed particularly dissatisfied.

This is something that can't be helped. No one can maintain a sense of normalcy when meeting such a person.

At that moment, I raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute, we've waited for so long, and it's only an hour away. Besides, even if the child's parents really want to kill the child, I always I think the mother of the child might come over."

"Why?" he asked.

I faintly spit out two words, "Mother's love."

He was startled, lost in thought, and didn't speak again.

I understand him, and I reckon he's thinking about it with me.

That's it, the two of us didn't talk anymore, just like before, we leaned against the side of the carriage and smoked a cigarette.

Just like that, after about four or ten minutes, a cry came into my ear.

I exchanged glances with the truck driver, and I quickly looked back, only to find a figure of a woman walking not far away, the woman was sobbing as she walked.

(End of this chapter)