Chapter 154
Mr. Policeman, Will You Protect Me? (3)
âWhere is it?â
Jiang Xiaoman pointed to the place she usually used to hide the iron box and said, âOver there. You just need to lift the tiles.â
Hong Xingguo fumbled inside and found a tile that was different from the others. It wasnât glued in and could be easily pried open.
A childâs strength wasnât much, so naturally the hole they dug would not be very deep. Sure enough, he soon managed to dig his way to an iron box.
He was happy and immediately dug harder, and soon managed to dig it out.
His hands brushed away the soil covering the top, and he happily said, âIs this it, stinky girl?â
Excited, he wanted to open it.
Jiang Xiaoman responded cheerfully, âYes, all my treasures are in it!!â
Then with a click, Hong Xingguo opened the box.
At the same time, Jiang Xiaoman also closed the pen fence and clicked down the lock.
It was usually used to keep Fragrance caged inside.
She was very unhappy when Uncle was going to install the lock; she felt that the pig was very behaved and would not run around.
They looked at each other for a long time, and Xiaoman finally gathered enough courage to speak up.
When she opened her mouth, tears started falling before she could say anything.
She was so miserable. The owner would help her, right?
Jiang Xiaoman shed some tears and pouted, crying, âMr. Boss, can I make a call? I havenât brought any money today, but when Uncle comes back, Iâll surely have him make it up to you.â
The owner was naturally fine with it. Every time the child made a phone call, she only used one or two minutes. It was fine even if she didnât pay.
Everyone was already familiar with each other, they could already be considered half-neighbors.
Besides, the child was crying so much. It seemed that something had happened.
She usually smiled so sweetly, and the owner felt his heart ache just from looking at her.
Jiang Xiaoman thanked him obediently, then picked up the phone and dialed the numbers very firmly: 1101.
Her tears kept falling, and soon her face was streaked with tear marks. She looked very pitiful.
âHello, Mr. Policeman?â
âI was abducted by a kidnapper, wuu wuu wuu... I am so miserable, I almost couldnât make it back.â
âHe wants to sell me for money. Heâs evil, very bad. He wonât even give me food...Will you protect me?â
The boss who heard it was shocked and was instantly filled with cold sweat.
It didnât take long for the sound of police sirens to ring from a nearby street.
Footnote:
1. Chinese version of 911