A three-year-old child dragged his sister's coffin and cried out for justice in the military re

Centralized waste processing room.

This is a huge corrugated iron building located on the hill behind the hospital. It is drafty and as cold as an icebox.

Rotten food, bloody gauze, and discarded needles were piled up like mountains.

The heavy wooden crate rolled down the chute and crashed heavily onto a pile of moldy quilts, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Sui Sui followed closely behind, falling out like a rag doll.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she immediately crawled towards the wooden box.

Fortunately.

The box didn't break apart.

My sister is still inside.

Noisy footsteps and the fierce howls of wolves could be heard outside.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

That was a specially trained wolfhound; its bite force could easily crush an adult's leg bone.

"Search! It's right here! It can't have gone far!"

The security captain's roar came through the corrugated iron wall, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Sui Sui huddled behind the wooden box, her small body shivering in the cold wind.

Fear is an instinct.

But at this moment, her brain felt like it was on fire.

The world has changed in her eyes.

It was no longer a dark garbage room, but a maze of crisscrossing lines and data.

The Memory Palace is now open.

I close my eyes every year.

One second.

The hospital map I saw through the car window when I was brought in just now was instantly reconstructed in my mind.

To the left is a wall, three meters high, with a high-voltage electric grid.

To the right is a cliff, and below is the national highway.

There are three security guards at the back door.

The only way out is through the garbage truck's dumping ground.

However, carrying such a heavy box, she couldn't walk fast at all.

If they go outside, they'll be torn to pieces by the wolves.

Tools are necessary.

Sui Sui's eyes suddenly opened, shining brightly in the darkness.

His gaze swept over the surrounding piles of garbage.

Rusty wire, half a rotten wooden board, a wheelchair with a broken leg, several discarded IV tubes...

enough.

Her hand speed was astonishing.

Those hands, covered in chilblains and small wounds, were incredibly nimble at that moment.

She lunged at the abandoned wheelchair.

No wrench?

It's okay.

She picked up a sharp stone, aimed it at the connection point of the wheelchair bearing, and precisely struck it using the lever principle.

Once, twice.

"Click".

The wheel fell off.

Although the bearing was rusted and made a screeching noise when it turned, in Sui Sui's eyes it was the most perfect part in the world.

She disassembled the wheel, leaving only the core ball bearing.

Then came the wooden planks.

She used wire to tightly bind two rotten planks to the bottom of the wooden box.

The wire cut into the wood and also into her fingers.

Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips, lubricating the rusty bearing.

She secured the bearing in the groove of the wooden board and then used an IV tube as a ligament for reinforcement.

A simple, ugly, yet perfectly mechanics-compliant handcart was born.

The whole process took only two minutes.

That's what genius is.

This is the will to survive.

"Sister, let's go."

Sui Sui put a thick hemp rope that she had picked up from a garbage dump around her thin shoulders.

The rope was rough and instantly chafed the delicate skin on her neck.

She gritted her teeth, leaned forward, and assumed a perfectly standard posture for bearing the weight.

Hard.

Gollum-

The wooden crate, which was originally too heavy to move, actually started moving because it had wheels!

Although it is slow, although it is heavy.

But it moved!

At the same time, the door to the garbage room was kicked hard.

"Bang!"

The iron gate was teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Open the door! The dog smells it! It's inside!"

Year after year, there is no turning back.

She dragged the cart and rushed towards the garbage dump.

There was a slope leading directly to the snow-covered area behind the mountain.

However, the gate at the dumping outlet was locked.

It was a heavy industrial lock.

Sui Sui glanced at the keyhole.

The structure is very simple: a single-row pin tumbler lock.

She took a paperclip that she had hidden in her hair, straightened it, and bent the front into a small hook.

A slight tremor of the wrist.

"Click."

The lock is open.

At this moment, she was no longer that helpless three-year-old child.

She is a top-notch mechanic and a master of prison breaks.

"Woof!"

The moment the gate opened, the door to the garbage room was also kicked open.

A black wolf, about half a person's height, roared and charged in, its foul-smelling maw aimed straight for Sui Sui's throat.

The security guard followed closely behind, and the beam of his flashlight instantly locked onto the small figure.

"There she is! Grab her!"

I haven't been able to hide from it year after year.

She stood at the edge of the spillway, with the pitch-black snowy night and steep hillside behind her.

The wind and snow poured into her collar, making her thin hospital gown flutter loudly.

She looked at the vicious dog that pounced on her, but there wasn't a trace of the panic that a three-year-old child would have in her eyes.

There is only one chilling indifference.

She yanked the lever of the gate down.

The massive iron gate crashed down, landing squarely in the path that Lang Qing would inevitably take as he charged forward.

"Awooo—!"

Wolf Green was struck hard on the front leg by the gate, letting out a shrill scream as it rolled back.

Take advantage of the chaos.

Sui Sui gripped the rope tightly, and together with the vehicle, jumped into the dark snow slope.

"Damn it! She jumped!"

"Chase her! There's a cliff below, she's dead!"

The body slid rapidly across the snow.

Feeling of weightlessness.

The feeling of impact.

The wooden crate bounced on the snow, nearly tipping over several times, but Sui Sui held on tightly each time.

Her body rolled like a ball in the snow, crashing into tree trunks and rocks.

It hurts.

Even though she has a dulled sense of pain, the violent impact still made her vision go black.

at last.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The cart came to a stop after crashing into an old pine tree.

Sui Sui was thrown off by inertia, half of her body hanging in mid-air on the edge of the cliff.

Below was a bottomless darkness.

She gasped for breath, and her breath instantly froze into frost.

She struggled to get up, and the first thing she did was reach for the box.

Still.

The box was wedged between two rocks. Although it knocked off a plank and revealed a corner of pale fabric, it was still relatively intact.

Sui Sui breathed a sigh of relief.

She tried to stand up, but found that she had lost all feeling in her legs.

I looked down.

Her once fair and tender little feet were now frozen bluish-purple, covered with tiny cuts from the thorns under the snow.

The blood flowed out and froze instantly.

She tried moving her toes.

no response.

Frostbite.

Severe frostbite.

If we don't warm them up soon, these feet will be ruined.

But on the mountaintop behind them, the beams of flashlights were swaying wildly, and the barking of dogs was getting closer and closer.

can't stop.

Stopping means death.

Sui Sui gritted her teeth and took out the red scarf left by her older sister from her pocket.

The scarf was quite old, and some parts were even frayed.

But this is my older sister's favorite.

She tied one end of the scarf to the wooden box and wrapped the other end tightly around her waist.

He tied himself and his sister together tightly.

"Sister, don't be afraid."

Sui Sui breathed hot air into the wooden box, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"We escaped."

"The capital city is just ahead."

"As long as we reach the capital...as long as we find Qin Xiao..."

She raised her head and looked at the dark night sky in the distance.

That direction leads to the capital.

It is also a hope.

Dragging her injured leg, she began the longest journey of her life, step by step, on this snowy night.