Xiao Yuyi and another little boy of about the same age were sitting on the sloping roof on the top floor of the house, looking motionless into the distance.
The sloping roof has an inclination angle of 40 degrees and is covered with slippery glazed tiles. There is not even a lightning protection steel bar around it.
Two little boys were sitting at the front of the sloping roof, with their backs against the dove house and their feet completely dangling in the air.
What's even more strange is that neither of the two little boys spoke to anyone, they just held each other's hands and leaned together quietly.
No matter how the relatives and white coats behind them called and cried, the two little boys completely turned a blind eye and ignored them.
Between their left and right hands, there is a rope tightly tied.
Even Dong Kui, who was as steady as a rock, twitched his eyelids involuntarily when he saw this scene.
Nearly a hundred people in various colorful uniforms stood more than twenty meters away from the two little boys, anxiety written on their faces and burning in their hearts.
On the ground behind the crowd, there were several elderly women who had collapsed in fear, and there were full-time medical staff nearby who were providing oxygen and first aid.
When I walked around the circle to the end, I saw a fresh red line drawn on the ground.
On top of the red line, there are several lines of scarlet warnings written horizontally and vertically.
"Don't exceed this red line."
"Come here and we'll die."
"I don't want to go to the beautiful country."
"I don't want to take medicine."
The warning was written in two different handwritings, one by Xiao Yiyi and the other by the little boy.
The further forward, the smaller the handwriting gets. At the end, there is another line: "I want to see Tong..."
Xiao Yuyi couldn't write the word "uncle", so he only wrote an ugly calligraphy.
But on the wall of the fence, the row of large and small crooked words "death" made people tremble with fear.
There are more than a dozen words with the word "death" and red paint hanging all over the walls, which makes people's hair stand on end and their spines are cold.
On the top of the thirty-sixth floor, the cars and pedestrians underground were like snails and ants.
What was only a level two or three cold wind on the ground turned into a level nine wind on this 100-meter-high building.
The wind cuts like a knife, tearing the air apart and letting out a shrill howl of ghosts and gods.
The wet paint with the word "death" was blown off by the cold wind and blew on everyone's faces like iron and lead!
When we reached the end, I was stopped by someone. Before Dong Kui could speak, the two of us were severely scolded by the special agents and driven backwards.
Behind me, several firefighters were setting up stairs.
Under the sloping roof, a group of special agents gathered around a few men, with serious and tense expressions.
Several men squatted on the ground, scribbling on paper, and discussing rescue tactics in low voices.
I glanced hastily, gritted my teeth and said nothing, looking at Xiao Yiyi from a distance. What he said to me that day came to my mind. I felt sad, but I didn't dare to shout.
The thirty-sixth floor is a full hundred meters high.
There is such a strong wind above, and two little boys who weigh less than a hundred pounds in total are sitting like this. If there is any abnormal sound or movement, any one of the boys lets go or makes other movements...
Once it falls, even if it falls on the air bed, even if it falls in the center of the air bed, there is no possibility of survival.
What's even more terrifying is where Xiao Yiyi and the little boy are sitting today...
At this moment when I looked back, I seemed to see the black and white impermanence waiting behind the two little boys.
"Brother Dong. I want to go there."
Dong Kui's face full of weather and vicissitudes of life showed a look of embarrassment but he nodded silently, turned around and walked to a certain man, leaned over and reported in a low voice.
A man surrounded by special agents paused slightly and slowly raised his head.
For a split second, I only saw a sinister and cold face.
It was a man with sharper eyes than Hai Dongqing.
He has well-proportioned facial features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, thin lips and a high nose, making him a standard handsome guy.
His pair can kill people
His eyes were sunken into his sockets, making him look unusually energetic.
The biggest feature of this man's face is that he is very thin.
It's so thin that it's like there's just a layer of human skin on the cheekbones!
There are eight words in physiognomy that accurately describe this kind of appearance!
"Without flesh on the face, it's hard to fight against the gods!"
The next second, the man stood up!
A Dongfeng 41 strategic nuclear bomb suddenly stood up, standing tall and tall between heaven and earth!
In an instant, murderous intent surged straight into the sky!
When I was in junior class, I had seen, read, and recited so many faces throughout the ages, but none of them had such a powerful impact on me.
Apart from the fact that the gods are difficult to fight, this person can be summed up in four words.
Indescribably expensive!
"You. Are. Child Teacher?"
Eight meters away, the man's voice was like the most violent rolling thunder in the winter, and it made my eardrums hurt.
In the blink of an eye, a divine dragon that was about to transform into a dragon came towards me on the blue clouds and sky above my head.
I couldn't help but squint my eyes and nodded numbly.
The man stood three feet in front of me, his gaze as sharp as a sword and his voice as cold as ice: "Did you teach me a bad thing about my son?"
The man's voice was strong and cold.
It was as cold as if I had grasped the sharpest ice pick tightly, and my whole palm was so frozen that I could feel nothing. However, I could clearly feel the sharp pain in my palm as the ice pick was about to pierce my palm.
Severe pain that pulls on the nerves!
I responded quietly: "Mr. Zhou..."
"Don't call me Mr. Zhou."
Eulogy Yi's father said coldly: "I don't want to see you. Get out."
Amidst the sound of wind and thunder, my father glanced at me, his eyes full of murderous intent, and turned away.
"Mr. Zhou, I understand your mood. Now, I will only say one thing."
"The only one who can save An Yi is himself."
Eulogy Yi's father stopped for three seconds, suddenly turned around, and the red pen in his hand flew towards him like a dagger, and screamed: "Pull it down."
"Get out of here."
I didn't dodge and let the red pen hit me in the face.
The four special agents, whose height and skill were no less than that of Ge Li and Chen Zhang, moved upon hearing the sound. They crept up and surrounded me with heavy pressure.
I had seen the power of these special agents. I didn't say anything, closed my eyes silently, and a decisive thought surged in my heart.
No matter what, I will save Xiao Yiyi.
"Let go of the teacher!"
