Chapter 735

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The small figure walked helplessly under the setting sun.

At that time, Mo Ran didn't know that his fate was about to be interchanged with Mr. Nian's.

He searched everywhere, looking for it honestly.

I went to all the places that Mr. Nian frequented - river beaches, casinos, brothels, fighting houses... and then I was ridiculed and kicked out.

Finally, after several inquiries, he learned that Mr. Nian went to a mill on the outskirts of the city with a group of friends in the afternoon, and it was said that he was carrying a huge sack.

Mo Ran didn't think much and hurried to the mill.

The mill has long been abandoned and is surrounded by cemeteries. There are not many people on weekdays. Mo Ran trotted all the way. Before he got close, he heard a commotion from the mill. A group of disheveled teenagers rushed out from inside, headed by Mo Ran. It was Mr. Nian who was wearing his trousers.

Mo Ran hurriedly said: "Young master, the lady called you to go back, saying -"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because he found that the faces of the teenagers were filled with a kind of fear of impending disaster, and some of them were even crying, huddled aside and shivering.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. Being bullied for many years has made him vigilant. When he saw Mr. Nian's eyes were red and staring at him, he immediately shuddered and turned around and ran away.

Mr. Nian reacted very quickly and shouted: "Catch him!"

Mo Ran was no match for these children. He was pressed to the ground after three strikes, five strikes and five strikes, and was twisted to the front of Mr. Nian.

Someone whispered: "What should we do, A-Nian, this is going to be a disaster."

"It's too late to escape, this kid saw me."

"How about him too..."

Mo Ran had no idea what they were talking about, but these young faces were ferocious and ferocious. That was his first impression of the word "fierce ghost".

Mr. Nian narrowed his eyes. He was the calmest and most gloomy of these people.

He thought for a while and said, "Don't kill him."

The ink burned and raised its head in horror.

kill?

These people used to beat him, scold him, and bully him, but he had never thought that the word "kill" could be uttered from the mouths of a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys.

He was a little confused for a moment and couldn't even react.

Mr. Nian said: "Lock him to the mill."

"..." A group of people around looked at each other, and then a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks reacted first. His eyes were bright, his nostrils were running with thick tears, his face was flushed, and he said sharply: "Okay, okay! What a great idea!"

One after another, some people understood: "Ah! So that's what it means! Ah Nian is still the best!"

These people were originally staring at Mo Ran, as if staring at a mortal enemy with a blood feud, but at this moment, a pair of eyes fell, but they were like a group of wolves that were about to starve to death staring at a fat lamb.

The ink was pushed into the mill without any explanation.

He first hammered the door and struggled, but the door was quickly blocked. There were no windows in the mill, and only ragged sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the broken boards.

Mo Ran shouted: "Let me out! Let me out!"

Someone outside was shouting: "Go and report to the official! Go and report to the official!"

"Quick, quick! We are here to watch. If you can walk quickly, go and report to the official!"

Mo Ran shouted for a while, hammered the door for a while, and found that he couldn't open it, so he gave up. He turned around blankly, and through the dim twilight, he saw the man lying in the room. Someone else.

That's a girl.

She was kind-faced, but later I remembered that she was the daughter of a family selling tofu on East Street. Nian Gongzi had been pestering her these days.

This girl's clothes have been torn to pieces, her green and luǒ body is lying alone on the ground, her hands and feet are spread out, her body is mottled with bruises, and her private parts are even more raw...

She was tortured to death by these beasts. When she died, her eyes were still wide open, with tears on her cheeks. Her eyes were empty and lifeless, staring in the direction of the ink burning, staring at the door.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then screamed violently, his back slammed against the door panel, his pupils shrank - he finally understood what those people outside had done and what they were going to do.

It turned out that Mr. Nian had evil thoughts in his heart after he showed no favor to the girl many times. He knew that the girl was a soft persimmon and had no background in the family, so it was easy to pinch her. He and a few friends took her to the mill and defiled her in turn. The girl was frail, and the gangsters were very rough. As a result, the girl died halfway through.

Mo Ran murmured: "No...no!!" He turned back and began to slap the door panel frantically, "Open the door! Open the door! It's not me! Open the door!"

As if hearing his plea, the door of the mill suddenly opened.

Mo Ran wanted to rush out, but his hands were roughly held down by these teenagers.

The leader was Nian Gongzi. He was ruthless and said, "I almost forgot. I'll do it more realistically."

Then he ordered his companions to strip off Mo Ran's clothes, and then stained the girl with some blood and mucus, and smeared it on Mo Ran's body.

During this process, Mo Ran kept crying and struggling, but the strength of these teenagers was too great, and the desire to survive overwhelmed everything. Their eyes flashed with wild beast-like light, and the child's pleas also Well, regardless of crying, they all turned a deaf ear. One person even raised his hand and slapped him several times after being bitten by Mo Ran, and said fiercely: "You fucking

Shut up, you are a murderer! qiáng·bào offender! With so many people testifying, can you still explain it clearly? ! "

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