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

My hair was suddenly grabbed.

The pain was excruciating, as if my scalp was being ripped off in pieces.

Sui Sui was lifted into the air by the cleaner like a dead chicken, with one hand.

Both feet are off the ground, dangling and kicking wildly.

“Cough… cough…”

The throat was constricted, and the air in the lungs was instantly squeezed out.

Before me was that menacing gas mask, its breathing valve hissing like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

The cleaner brought Sui Sui up in front of him. Through the mask, his murky eyes were full of cruel mockery. "You made me search for so long. When we get back, I'll saw off your legs. Anyway, as long as the people up there are mentally sound, that's fine."

With his other hand, he raised the anesthetic needle, its tip gleaming coldly, and aimed it at Sui Sui's carotid artery.

She never cried.

He did not beg for mercy.

She struggled violently in mid-air, like a dying animal.

But in reality, her bloodshot eyes were fixed on the cleaner's wrist.

There, at the gap between the tactical glove and the cuff.

There is an inch of bare skin.

Below, a bluish radial artery pulsates.

That is the valve of life.

If you cut there, blood will gush out in just three seconds, causing hemorrhagic shock.

Sui Sui stopped her pointless kicking.

Her body suddenly went limp, as if she had given up resisting.

The cleaner thought she had fainted from fright, so he relaxed his guard for a moment and moved the hand holding the anesthetic needle a little closer.

It's this very moment!

Sui Sui's right wrist twisted at an extremely strange angle.

The rusty scalpel blade hidden in the cuff suddenly peeked out like a silver venomous snake.

"Pfft."

A very faint sound.

That was the sound of sharp metal slicing through skin and severing blood vessels.

Sui Sui moved so fast that the cleaner didn't even feel any pain.

He only felt a chill on his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of warm liquid, like a high-pressure water gun, was sprayed directly onto his gas mask!

Red.

Bright and vibrant.

That's arterial blood.

"ah--!!!"

The belated, excruciating pain finally reached the brain, and the cleaner let out a piercing scream.

He subconsciously let go of her hand.

Sui Sui fell from mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground.

Her knee slammed into the gravel, instantly turning into a bloody mess, but she didn't care about the pain at all.

She rolled on the spot, like a nimble cat, and instantly rolled behind the pile of moldy grain sacks.

The cleaner clutched his wrist, blood gushing uncontrollably from between his fingers.

"You little beast! I'm going to kill you!!"

He drew the dagger from his waist like a madman and lunged at Sui Sui.

But he forgot.

He is now standing at the deepest part of the cellar.

The spot where Sui Sui had just rolled over was the fulcrum supporting the pile of grain sacks on top.

There is a rotten wooden stick there.

Sui Sui used all her strength to kick the wooden stick hard.

"Boom—"

The moldy grain sacks, weighing several hundred kilograms, lost their support and crashed down like a collapsing hill!

The cleaner had only rushed halfway when he was struck hard in the back by the sudden heavy object.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body was pressed to the ground, and half of his body was buried next to the earthenware pot mixed with pesticides and fertilizers.

The earthenware pot was smashed.

A high concentration of chemical fumes erupted instantly, enveloping him completely.

The poison gas, which had failed to work earlier due to insufficient electrical current, had now become a deadly force.

Although he was wearing a gas mask, the filter canister of the mask has a limited lifespan, and this homemade gas is extremely corrosive.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

The cleaner coughed violently, desperately trying to push away the grain sacks on his body.

However, the weakness caused by excessive blood loss, coupled with the attack of neurotoxins, caused his limbs to begin to twitch.

He gets up from the ground every year.

She was covered in ash, her face smeared with the man's blood, and looked like a little devil crawled out of hell.

She didn't look back at the man who was still struggling.

She walked to the cellar entrance and laboriously pushed up the heavy wooden lid.

"Bang."

The lid is closed.

The last ray of light in the cellar disappeared.

Every year, they would move several large stones over and weigh them down on the lid.

A dull thud came from the cellar below; it was the man's last struggle before he died.

And then there were those chilling screams.

"Let me out... Ah... Help..."

The sound grew fainter and fainter.

Until it disappears completely.

The wind and snow continued to blow.

The world was a vast expanse of white, as if nothing had ever happened.

Sui Sui leaned against the rock, panting heavily.

Her hands were trembling violently, and the blood-stained scalpel fell onto the snow.

"vomit--"

Overwhelmed by intense physical discomfort, she lay on the snow, retching violently.

There was nothing in my stomach, so I could only vomit bitter bile.

This was her first time killing someone.

They killed a living person.

Although he was a bad guy, the sensation of the blade cutting into her flesh and the temperature of the spurting blood haunted her like a nightmare.

She is a genius, but she is only three years old.

Her body was resisting, it was filled with fear.

But her eyes changed completely at that moment.

The clarity and innocence that originally belonged to children were completely shattered, replaced by an almost icy stillness and unwavering resolve.

If he isn't killed, my sister will be taken away.

If he isn't killed, he will die.

In this world, no one will protect her.

Except for herself.

Sui Sui wiped the blood off her hands with snow, then grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth, forcibly suppressing the churning in her stomach.

She stood up and walked to the broken wooden box.

"elder sister."

She stretched out her small, bluish-purple hands and gently touched the box. "One of the bad guys is dead."

"There's another one outside, but I'll take you with me."

She picked up the rope that was digging into her shoulder again.

"Squeak—"

The simple cart started rolling again.

The wind and snow intensified.

Sui Sui looked down at her feet.

The tattered cloth that was originally wrapped around his feet had long since worn out, and the soles of his feet were a bloody mess, with even the white bone fragments faintly visible.

With each step, a bloody footprint was left in the snow.

Does it hurt?

I can't feel it anymore.

A high fever started to set in, and my head felt heavy and dizzy, as if it were filled with lead.

My vision began to blur, and the road in front of me became distorted.

"There are still... 280 miles left."

She silently recited the number in her mind.

That's the distance between life and death.

She cannot fall.

Qin Xiao is still waiting for her in the capital.

The great hero that the older sister was talking about must be waiting for her.

The small figure, dragging a huge "coffin," once again disappeared into the swirling snow.