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

The wind was blowing harder and harder.

The snowflakes cut my face like knives, stinging painfully.

Sui Sui had no idea how long she had been walking.

All she knew was that the barking of the dogs behind her never stopped.

Those people are professionals.

They followed the scent of blood with their hunting dogs, pursuing it relentlessly like a persistent leech.

Sui Sui glanced back.

On the snow, there was a deep tire track and intermittent traces of blood.

That's the best road sign.

At this rate, they'll be caught up in less than half an hour.

We must find a way.

Sui Sui stopped and hid behind a rock that was sheltered from the wind.

She pulled a dirty little glass bottle from her bosom.

Those were alcohol swabs she grabbed from a pile of discarded medicines before escaping the hospital.

There was also a handful of withered grass that I had pulled from the roadside.

This is a wild grass called "bitter wormwood," which has an extremely pungent taste and is not even eaten by cattle and sheep.

However, few people know that the smoke from burning wormwood, mixed with the smell of evaporating alcohol, produces a pungent gas similar to sulfur.

This gas is only slightly pungent to humans.

But for police dogs, whose sense of smell is ten thousand times more sensitive than that of humans, it's no different from a tear gas canister.

This is what she wrote down while eavesdropping on the researchers' casual conversations in that hellish laboratory.

Every year, I crush the artemisia, stuff it into a glass bottle, and pour in alcohol.

Then, she pulled out the lighter she had taken from the dead man.

"Click".

The faint flame flickered in the wind and snow.

ignite.

A yellowish-brown smoke billowed from the bottle, and it smelled extremely foul.

Sui Sui held her breath and placed the bottle next to the footprints she had left behind.

Then, she partially covered the bottle with snow, leaving only a small hole for smoke to escape.

Make a simple time delay device.

Having done all this, she dared not linger. She dragged the cart, deviating from the original route, and headed towards a thorny path to the side.

Ten minutes later.

Several harsh barks came from behind, followed by violent sneezes and whimpers.

"Damn it! What's that smell?! My nose's gone malfunctioning!"

The security guard's furious cursing could be faintly heard.

Sui Sui's tense little face finally relaxed a little.

Bet right.

However, the crisis was not over.

This is a desolate wilderness, a full three hundred miles from the capital.

Three hundred li.

For an adult, driving only takes a few days.

But for a three-year-old child, barefoot, dragging a coffin weighing dozens of kilograms...

This is a road to death.

Sui Sui looked down at her feet.

I have completely lost consciousness.

The soles of my feet were worn down, revealing the tender, bright red flesh underneath, and in some places, you could even see the white bone.

With each step, a small, blood-red flower is imprinted on the snow.

But she couldn't feel any pain.

The pain that was suppressed by the medication suddenly felt like a blessing.

"Distance, 300 kilometers."

Average speed: 2 kilometers per hour.

"Body temperature, 35.5 degrees Celsius, continuing to drop."

"Calorie consumption is severely excessive."

Sui Sui kept muttering to herself.

She was calculating.

With that brilliant mind, he calculated how much longer he could live.

The conclusion is zero.

According to the data model, she would die of hypothermia in five hours or organ failure in ten hours.

"The data... is just for reference."

Sui Sui stared blankly ahead.

She doesn't believe in fate.

She only trusts her older sister.

"My sister said... Qin Xiao is a great hero."

"My sister said... Qin Xiao can kill ghosts."

These two names became the only motivation that sustained her as she mechanically took her steps.

The rope dug into the flesh of his shoulder and froze together with the wound.

Every movement felt like a tearing tug.

She was like a tireless ant, dragging her enormous prey across the vast snowfield.

It's almost dawn.

The wind and snow have subsided a little.

Sui Sui finally left the mountains and arrived at a dilapidated national highway.

A thin layer of ice covered the asphalt road.

Occasionally, a few large coal trucks would roar past, bringing with them a biting cold wind.

I dare not go on the main road every year.

It's too conspicuous on the main road.

She could only walk along the roadside drainage ditch.

The ditch was full of snow and mud, making it difficult to walk without sinking.

Sudden.

"squeak--!!!"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out ahead.

Sui Sui suddenly lay down on the snow, huddled behind the cart, only her wary eyes showing.

A black sedan was parked on the side of the road.

The car door opened.

Three men wearing black trench coats got off.

Although he wasn't wearing a white coat, Sui Sui was all too familiar with that cold, aloof aura.

They are the hospital's "cleaners".

They were holding long, black, rectangular objects in their hands.

That's a tranquilizer gun.

"The location shows it's in the vicinity."

The leading man looked at the instrument in his hand and said coldly.

"That brat has a chip on him, he can't escape."

Sui Sui's heart sank suddenly.

Chip?

She instinctively touched the back of her neck.

There was a slightly raised, hard lump there.

original……

No matter how she runs, is she still under their surveillance?

Despair surged up like a tide.

The feeling of suffocation was even stronger than being inside a ventilation duct.

Is it really impossible to escape?

Does this mean my sister is really going to die in vain?

No.

no way.

Sui Sui watched as the man walked towards her step by step.

Her hand quietly reached towards the bottom of the cart.

There, hidden, was a scalpel blade she had stolen from the operating room.

It's rusted.

Although it's very dull.

But enough to slit a throat.

Since there's no way to escape...

Then kill them.

A three-year-old child's eyes flashed with a ferocity and ruthlessness far beyond his years.

She was like a dying wolf cub, crouching low, poised to pounce.

"Sister, don't be afraid."

She said it softly to herself.

"If I have to die, Sui Sui will bite off a piece of their flesh to be buried with me."

The footsteps grew closer.

The crunching sound of leather shoes on the snow was like a countdown to death.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

The man stopped above the ditch, looking down at it.

Sui Sui gripped the blade tightly, her breathing stopped.

Just then.

"Boom—!!!"

A fully loaded coal truck sped past on the national highway, its enormous roar drowning out everything else.

The snowstorm kicked up by the truck instantly blinded the man.

"Cough cough! This awful weather!"

The man cursed and covered his mouth and nose, turning away to avoid the wind.

It's now!

Sui Sui did not rush out to kill anyone.

That was a sure-fire way to die.

Taking advantage of the momentary noise and blind spot caused by the passing truck, she suddenly pushed the cart into a culvert deep in the ditch.

It was pitch black there and reeked of a foul stench.

But that was the only way out.

She crawled into the culvert, enduring the cold sewage and holding her breath.

The man turned around and scanned the area again with his flashlight.

The beam of light flickered briefly at the entrance of the culvert, but did not linger.

"That's strange, why is the signal so intermittent?"

The man patted the instrument.

"It could be due to interference from high-voltage power lines nearby, or the little one might have frozen to death, causing its chip to go into hibernation due to low body temperature."

"Let's go, intercept her ahead. If she wants to enter the capital, she has to get past these checkpoints."

The car door closed.

The engine noise faded into the distance.

Sui Sui sat slumped in the mud, her whole body trembling.

It's not because of the cold.

It was because of that life-or-death race against time just now.

She survived.

I've survived for now.

She touched the hard lump on the back of her neck.

His eyes turned icy cold.

We must dig this thing out.

Otherwise, she would never be able to escape.

Sui Sui raised the rusty scalpel blade and aimed it at the back of her neck.

There was no anesthetic.

No disinfection was carried out.

All that remained was the endless snow and the determination of a three-year-old child to survive.

"Qin Xiao..."

She bit her collar and slashed down hard.

Blood stained the pristine white snow.

This was the first blow she delivered in her declaration of war against this cruel world.