PFC Chapter 424: You little bastard, you are a piece of trash that your parents don’t want
Chapter 424: You little bastard, you are a piece of trash that your parents don’t want
As he approached the low house, he saw a wisp of smoke rising.
The smoke rising slowly in the evening air should have been a scene full of life, but at this moment it revealed an indescribable depression.
Faintly, the smell of food wafted over, but the smell was not really delicious. It was a strange smell mixed with the smell of decay.
Qi Tongwei sneaked into the yard and saw some rotten cabbages there.
The leaves of the cabbages had turned yellow and black, and white mold had grown in some places, making them look like pieces of tattered rags.
Next to it was a limp radish, its skin wrinkled like the skin of an old person that had been drained of moisture.
Eggplants were not spared either. Their originally smooth skin became bumpy, and some places even started to leak water, emitting a pungent odor.
Qi Tongwei knew that these were the food for the trafficked people.
He suddenly felt sad, as if he was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
His eyes were filled with anger and pity, anger at the cruelty of these human traffickers and pity for the plight of those trafficked.
He imagined the abducted children and other victims who could only eat such food every day and suffered inhuman torture in this dark place.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.
Suddenly, two loud slaps were heard in the kitchen. The sound was particularly harsh in the quiet yard, like two thunders exploding in Qi Tongwei's ears.
Then a burst of curses rang out: "You little bastard, you can't even do such a small thing. No wonder your parents don't want you anymore. You are just a superfluous waste."
The voice was full of malice and sarcasm, and every word was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly stabbing the poor child.
When Qi Tongwei heard these words in the corner, his anger suddenly rose up.
There was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, and he involuntarily clenched his fists, which were clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white.
After a while, the kitchen door was opened roughly with a bang, and a boy who looked seven or eight years old was thrown out.
The little boy's body fell heavily to the ground like a rag doll, raising a cloud of dust.
In his hands, he was still holding a few dirty, stepped-on steamed buns. The original color of the buns could no longer be seen, and they were covered with dust and footprints.
I could only hear the trafficker continue to say viciously: "Dogs won't eat the buns that fall on the ground, so keep them for yourself."
There was no trace of pity in that tone, only endless disgust.
The little boy's face was swollen and there was a clear slap mark on it.
There were tears in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.
He turned his head with red eyes and wiped the footprints on the steamed bun with his dirty clothes.
The clothes were already worn out, and after being wiped like this, the steamed buns became even dirtier, but the little boy seemed to no longer care about that.
Then, he quickly stuffed the bun into his mouth as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away.
His movements were somewhat hasty, as if he had been hungry for a long time, and he completely ignored the dirtiness of the steamed buns.
He curled up and squatted in the yard, like a wounded little animal, looking for the last shelter.
His body was trembling slightly, as if he didn't dare to go into the house without their permission.
The small figure looked particularly lonely and helpless in this huge yard.
In an instant, Qi Tongwei felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and he wanted to rush in and cut the human trafficker into pieces.
His teeth were chattering.
Images of the little boy being beaten, scolded, humiliated, and forced to eat food that had been stepped on kept appearing in his mind. These images were like steel knives, cutting into his heart.
His hand unconsciously touched the weapon at his waist. As long as he got an impulse, he could rush in and beat those human traffickers to a pulp.
However, Qi Tongwei held back.
He knew that he couldn't act impulsively at the moment. If he did, he might alert the traffickers and give them a chance to escape, and it might also endanger the lives of the trafficked people.
He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, told himself to be rational, and wait for the best time to catch the trafficking gang in one fell swoop.
After a while, several children aged seven or eight walked out of a dark room. Their figures looked even thinner and more helpless against the backdrop of darkness.
These children, both boys and girls, had empty eyes and walked into the kitchen with expressionless faces, like puppets that had lost their souls.
Several people came out with difficulty carrying a bowl of steamed buns and a small bowl of black vegetables.
The steamed buns in the bowl looked hard, as if they had been left for a long time, and there were some unknown stains on them.
The black dish gave off a strange smell. I wonder what kind of spoiled ingredients it was made of.
During this time, there was a little boy who was very hungry. His thin body had not had a proper meal for a long time.
His eyes were fixed on the vegetable bowl, full of desire.
Finally, he couldn't help but dip his finger in the soup on the edge of the bowl. He moved very gently, as if he was afraid of being discovered.
However, his little trick still did not escape the eyes of the human traffickers.
A burly human trafficker saw this and a ferocious expression instantly appeared on his face.
Without saying a word, he kicked the little boy hard.
The kick was so hard and heavy that the little boy was caught off guard and was kicked away.
The little boy fell heavily to the ground, curled up into a ball, and held his stomach in pain.
His face was full of fear and pain, tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't dare cry out loud.
All I could hear was the trafficker cursing viciously, "You're such a glutton! You ate just because I told you to! You're not allowed to eat tonight! Go wash all the cabbages!"
His voice echoed in the yard like a demon's roar.
When the little boy heard that he was not allowed to eat and had to work, a look of despair appeared in his eyes.
He tried to stand up, but the pain from the kick made his body somewhat unresponsive.
He struggled for a few times before he stood up shakily.
The children nearby were so frightened when they saw this scene that they dared not make a sound. Their bodies were trembling slightly and their eyes were filled with fear.
They know that they may be treated like this at any time.
At this moment, another trafficker came over, pushed the boy who had been kicked again, and yelled, "What are you still dawdling about? Do you want another kick?"
The little boy staggered and almost fell to the ground again.
He didn't dare to stay any longer and could only limp towards where the cabbages were.