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

It got dark and then it got light again.

It went from bright to dark.

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

She has lost consciousness.

All that's left is that mechanical motion—stepping forward, pulling the cart, stepping forward, pulling the cart.

Until everything went black and the world started spinning completely.

She collapsed into a snowdrift by the roadside and never got up again.

……

When Sui Sui woke up again, she felt a warm feeling around her.

It wasn't the warmth of an air-conditioned room, but a dry heat with a smoky, burning smell.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her body instinctively springing up into a defensive stance.

"hiss--"

The violent movement aggravated all her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain.

She found herself lying on a pile of hay, covered with a worn-out, blackened military overcoat.

This was a low, mud-brick shack, drafty from all sides, with piles of collected plastic bottles and waste paper in the corners.

A fire was burning in the middle of the room, and a dark tin can was placed on top of it, with something bubbling inside.

An old man with gray hair and tattered clothes was squatting by the fire, poking at the embers with a wooden stick.

Hearing the noise, the old man turned around.

It was a face covered in wrinkles, rough like old tree bark, but its eyes were gentle and kind.

He saw that Sui Sui had woken up, grinned, and revealed a set of broken, yellow teeth.

"Aba... Aba..."

He pointed to the can, then to Sui Sui, and made a eating gesture.

He is mute.

Sui Sui huddled warily in the corner, clutching tightly the sharpened stone hidden in her sleeve (the scalpel blade had fallen).

Her gaze quickly swept across the room.

The next second, her pupils suddenly contracted.

box!

Her wooden box!

Not far from the fire, the broken wooden box containing the sister's body lay quietly.

The mute old man seemed to notice her gaze.

He stood up, walked to the wooden box, and reached out to touch the lid.

He was just curious and wanted to see what treasure the little child was protecting with all his might.

"roar--!!!"

Just as his hand was about to touch the box.

Suddenly, Sui Sui, who was in the corner, let out a roar that didn't sound human.

She charged forward like a cannonball.

"Don't touch it!!!"

Because her throat was burned, her voice was hoarse like a broken bellows, with a harsh and distorted tone.

She bit the old man's hand.

It held on tightly.

It looked like they were about to bite off a piece of meat.

It was a ferocity like that of a wild beast guarding its food, its eyes filled with a mad killing intent.

No one is allowed to touch my sister!

Anyone who touches this will die!

The mute old man trembled with pain, but he neither shook Sui Sui off nor hit her.

He just stared blankly at the little girl hanging on his hand, trembling all over.

He saw the fear in her eyes, something deeper than ferocity.

That was a desperate act of protection.

The old man sighed.

He slowly raised his other hand and gently patted Sui Sui's back.

The movements were very light and clumsy.

It's like comforting a frightened kitten.

Then, he slowly backed away, raising his hands to indicate that he meant no harm and would not touch the box again.

Sui Sui finally opened her mouth.

The old man had a deep ring of bloody teeth marks on the back of his hand.

Sui Sui stood in front of the box, her chest heaving violently, her eyes still fixed on him fiercely.

The old man gave a wry smile and turned back to the fire.

He poured a bowl of hot water from the can, then took out a frozen, hard, dark-colored steamed bun from his pocket and soaked it in the water to soften it.

Then he pushed the bowl in front of Sui Sui, retreated to the entrance of the shack, and squatted down with his back to her.

It means: I won't look, you can eat, I won't take it from you.

Sui Sui looked at the bowl of steaming porridge, and her stomach rumbled like thunder.

She hesitated for a long time, and only after confirming that the old man had no intention of turning back did she pick up the bowl and wolf down the food.

That was the most delicious meal she had ever eaten in her life.

For the next two days, Sui Sui stayed temporarily in this dilapidated shack.

Her foot injury was so severe that she couldn't walk at all.

The mute grandfather was a scavenger, kind-hearted to the point of being somewhat foolish.

He would leave early and return late every day, scavenging for scraps in nearby villages and garbage dumps to exchange for a little bit of food, which he would cook for Sui Sui, while he himself would only eat tree bark and rotten vegetable leaves.

He never asked where Sui Sui came from, nor what was in the box.

He quietly found a few scrap rubber tires, sat at the door, and painstakingly repaired the cart wheels for Sui Sui, stitch by stitch.

Sui Sui sat beside her watching.

She watched as her grandfather used his rough, calloused hands to reinforce the severely worn bearings and wrap a layer of rubber around the wheel, making it much quieter and easier to move.

At that moment, my heart, which had been cold all year, felt a touch of warmth for the first time in a long time.

She thought of her father.

My dad used to do the same thing, sitting in the yard fixing her toy cars.

"grandfather……"

She called out silently in her heart.

However, this warmth is too fragile.

It's like a soap bubble; it bursts as soon as you poke it.

On the evening of the third day.

Grandpa, who was mute, came back from outside, and his face looked terrible.

As soon as he entered the door, he grabbed Sui Sui, pointed to the main road outside, and made anxious "ah ba ah ba" sounds while gesturing "hurry up" repeatedly.

Sui Sui couldn't understand sign language, but she could see the fear in his eyes.

Just then, the loudspeaker at the village entrance suddenly blared.

After the piercing sound of electricity, a man's voice echoed throughout the village.

"Attention, villagers! Attention, villagers!"

"We have received a notification from our superiors that a dangerous child with a severe mental illness has gone missing from Renai Hospital."

"Characteristics: Around three years old, girl, short hair, dragging a large wooden box."

"The child is extremely aggressive and may be carrying dangerous items."

"Anyone who provides clues will be rewarded with... 5,000 RMB!"

Five thousand yuan!

In an era when the average monthly income is only a few hundred yuan, five thousand yuan is a huge sum of money!

Sui Sui's face turned deathly pale instantly.

They've caught up with us.

The "Ren'ai Hospital" was more powerful than she had imagined; it could even get the village's public address system to help them arrest people.

Grandpa, who was mute, was sweating profusely with anxiety. He stuffed the few steamed buns he had saved up over the past few days into Sui Sui's arms and pushed her toward the path behind the mountain.

He knew the child wasn't crazy.

A madman wouldn't have such clear and sorrowful eyes.

But it was too late.

Suddenly, a few frivolous whistles came from outside the shack.

"Er Laizi, are you sure you saw it?"

"Nonsense! I saw with my own eyes that mute old man bring back a little girl, dragging a suitcase, just like they said on the radio!"

"Wow, five thousand yuan! That's enough for us brothers to drink for a year!"

The footsteps were chaotic and approaching the shack.

That was Er Laizi, who lived next door, a notorious local thug.

Through the tattered window paper, Sui Sui could see several figures moving about, holding sticks and ropes in their hands.

Their greedy eyes gleamed green like wolves in the night.

Sui Sui gripped the freshly sharpened scalpel blade tightly in her hand.

She glanced at the mute grandfather, then at the wooden box behind her.

The brief period of peace has ended.

Hell has opened its gates again.