Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 855 Transfer
Han Bu didn't know where they were going to take him, the child was struggling desperately in the arms of the kidnapper.

The other children huddled in the corner crying.

But Han Bu followed the hand that was holding him and looked up, only seeing a pair of cold and indifferent eyes that made people shudder.

She saw the indifference of assimilated adults in children of her own age.

The cry went away.

The little boy followed behind the group of people, and when he came back, he hid his hands behind his back, raised the corners of his mouth, and walked in briskly.

Han Bu was thinking about his relationship with that group of people, and he was distracted when he heard a "pop", and a children's storybook covered in oil was slapped on the table.

The little boy shouted proudly: "Who wants to hear the story? Does anyone want to hear "The Little Match Girl?"

The children in the corner gathered around again, surrounding the little boy to listen to his storytelling.

The little boy looked at Han Bu unexpectedly indifferently, feeling frustrated.

However, he still showed a far-fetched smile, and opened the fairy tale book as if something had happened. The children listened to the stories he told with gusto, while looking at the exquisite illustrations in the fairy tale book, they were amazed.

Han Bu didn't expose him, and "Snow White" was clearly written on the cover of the fairy tale book.

It's been a long time, the child who was taken away has not returned, the sky is gradually sinking, and the story of "The Little Match Girl" has long since ended.

Han Bu can be sure that only the little boy can come and go here at will.

This time he brought everyone dinner, buns, a rare meat bun.

The little boy handed the clean bun to Han Bu.

Han Bu took it politely, and ate it in small mouthfuls, but it was tasteless in his mouth.

The little boy looked at her eating differently from others, and felt even more indescribable.

He looked at the bun in his hand, and tried to take small bites, chewing slowly.

Try not to make any noise while eating.

After eating, Han Bu took out a wet towel from his pocket to wipe his hands.

The little boy looked at her blankly.

Han Bu raised his delicate eyebrows lightly, and tentatively pulled out another wet wipe for him.

The little boy was flattered to take it, and wiped his hands like her, and there was no oily smell of steamed buns on his hands.

He folded the used wipes and put them in his pocket.

Looking at Han Buan's sideways face quietly in a daze.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the cries of children kept coming. Han Bu almost counted the time, and she finally understood what it meant to be long.

The little boy talked endlessly with everyone, but in front of Han Bu, he unexpectedly became quiet, but he was not quiet by nature, and often went to play with other children after staying for less than 5 minutes.

It was completely dark, and the little boy stood at the door with a pale face.

The other children have already fallen asleep, sleeping staggeringly.

Han Bu looked at him.

The little boy made a silent gesture u to her, as if he forgot that he regarded her as dumb.

Han Bu didn't know why, so he ran out after being dragged by him.

The little boy covered her with plastic wrap and hid her in a mountain of garbage.

He ran to the yard and shouted: "Someone ran away, someone ran away..."

As soon as he yelled, all the kidnappers gathered in the yard immediately, and one of them had a vicious-looking kidnapper holding a big wolfhound that was as vicious as him.

All the children were caught in the front yard, the moonlight was dimmed, and the children gathered in the front yard crying loudly.

Only one or two people were watching these children, and the other kidnappers were all looking for Han Bu.

Han Bu was buried in the garbage dump, not knowing what was going on outside.

She knew it in her heart, and before the kidnappers could find her, she took the initiative to get out.

The big wolfdog exchanged two calls at her.

The headlights outside flashed another beam of light.

The kidnappers covered their mouths and noses and sprayed some spray in the air, and the children in the yard fell down one by one in an instant.

Han Bu followed suit, and only she knew clearly that the truck sent by the kidnappers was about to be sent to another place.

(End of this chapter)