Rebirth Counterattack: After the movie, her style is wrong

Chapter 170 He is dead, isn't he

This May Day holiday, it’s only five days of patchwork, and two weeks of weekends are needed to make up for it. It is called a borrowed holiday by the majority of office workers with disgust.

There is no national holiday that you have to pay back. Many people think about it carefully and feel that it is not worthwhile to go out to play, and the energy can't keep up. It's better to stay at home and go out for a meal when you have time Watch a movie, go home and then use your phone in the empty space.

In this way, the number of reservations for the movie is actually quite a lot.

In order to maintain the interest of the audience, Director Wang picked and released two more trailers, and finally waited until the day of release.

At the beginning of the movie, there is an old rickety van. In the compartment, more than a dozen half-grown children and thin girls are crowded together, with unkempt hair and frightened eyes.

They wanted to cry, but they didn't dare, because there was a tall man holding up an iron rod and looking at them. Whoever dared to make a sound, put the stick down for safekeeping, and then he couldn't make a sound.

Among them lay the lessons learned.

The boy whose face could not be seen clearly was covered in blood on the back of his head. He lay motionless on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The man with the iron rod kicked the boy to the corner, grabbed a dirty rag to wipe off the blood on the ground, threw it on the boy's face to cover him, and then reminded the others with a vicious voice.

"Whoever dares to speak out again, this is your end!"

Everyone quickly covered their mouths and shook their heads desperately. The man was about to give a few more warnings when someone knocked on the rear compartment: "What's in it, open it and let us see."

There was a perfunctory perfunctory in the tone of the question.

The man immediately gestured for them to be quiet with his eyes, and then he casually pulled the big drape beside him that would turn dust off when he touched it, and covered the children.

There were more chicken cages and duck cages in the carriage, and the Kung Fu man who walked towards the rear of the carriage pulled those cages behind him, covering the innermost part that he didn't want to be seen.

The camera turned to under the cover, Gu Xia's chapped lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of hatred and sorrow. There was a voice of a man and the inspectors outside, and then there was a loud bang.

The car body shook, and the children closed their eyes nervously. The next moment, the light suddenly fell.

The cloth covering them was lifted, and Xiao Gu, who was dressed in plain clothes, took out his police ID and said softly to them: "Don't be afraid, you are safe."

The trafficked children and girls were all given a large bath towel, and they wrapped their shivering bodies. The sunlight outside the car hurt their eyes, but none of them were willing to close their eyes.

With tears streaming down their cheeks, they got out of the car one by one, only Gu Xia stayed at the end.

The boy who had been hit by the stick was still lying there. She knelt on the ground and tried to pull the cloth covering him, but her hands were shaking badly, and she tried several times but failed.

A white towel was draped over her body, and a nice voice asked her, "Are you hungry?"

The man had a long scar on his arm, which looked scary, but she wasn't scared at all.

She hadn't heard such a gentle voice for a long time.

She wrapped the towel tightly and sat on the ground, watching the man who called himself a policeman go over him to check the boy's breathing.

Eyelashes trembling slightly, she lowered her head, looked at the blood that hadn't dried up on the ground and asked, "Is he dead?"

Xiao Gu didn't speak, but turned around and stretched out his hand to her: "Can you still stand up? I'll take you down and take you home."

Big tears fell on the ground, Gu Xia bit his lips to bleed blood, and let out a suppressed whimper: "He's dead, isn't he?"

(End of this chapter)