Faphora was directly stupid after hearing this: "There are stones in the bread? How can it be? We usually make bread, and we can't touch the stones. ”

Park Sang-ha grabbed the bread and threw it in her face: "You still deny it from Xiba, right?!" ”

The bread was soft, but it was so powerful that it smashed blood into Faphore's face, causing her to scream.

Park Sang-ha kicked the bench away, stretched out his hand and said, "Lose money, my stomach is bad!" ”

Park Woo-ho slapped the table wildly and laughed sharply: "Lose money!" Money! ”

"Don't bully my mom!" As soon as Wendy heard that Faphora had been beaten, she immediately grabbed the flour bag and rushed out of the back kitchen and smashed it Park Sang-ha.

The flour spread out, Park Sang-ha's body was already dirty and sticky, coupled with his round and fat body, he looked like a snowman in the snow after being shrouded in flour.

"Hahahahaha!!" Park Woo-ho threw himself back with a smile and kept slapping the table, "Brother, look at you, you've become a white pig!" ”

Park Sang-ha glared at him: "Seoha's is funny, isn't it?" ”

"Ahh Park Woo-ho couldn't stop laughing, laughing and laughing, he suddenly looked at him, pointed to Park Sang-ha's leg and shouted, "Hey, hey, catch her, she's gone!" ”

Park Sang-ha turned his head to see that Wendy got out from under the table next to him, he reached out and didn't catch it, and she ran outside.

Wendy knew that she couldn't beat an adult, so of course she wouldn't be stupid, so she ran out of the store and shouted for help: "I've beaten someone!" Is there a soldier uncle? There's a bad guy here beating my mom! ”

Although Twilight City has 7,000 soldiers, most of them have to patrol the city walls, and there is no way to patrol the whole city.

Fortunately, the warm bread shop is very close to the scene of yesterday's crime, and it is a key patrol area, and there are soldiers stationed in the next block.

In addition, the two mothers and daughters are very popular in this neighborhood, and there are enthusiastic people who immediately come to protect Wendy, and some people go directly to the soldiers for help.

Seeing this, Park Woo-ho smiled gloomily: "Babble, hee-hee... Soldiers are coming~"

Park Sang-ha walked out of the store with a blank face, ignoring the accusations of passers-by and staring at Wendy, who was being protected by the crowd.

“he~tui！” Park Sang-ha spat on the ground, stretched out his finger and nodded at Wendy three times, with deep meaning in his eyes.

"Gone!" He yelled at the store.

Park Woo-ho was full anyway, so he didn't say much, and followed Park Sang-ha with a sneering smile and left together.

Because Park Sang-ha's body was so smelly, like a walking dung pit, everyone was reluctant to approach, the crowd automatically parted ways, and the two disappeared into the snow.

A few minutes later, the soldiers arrived, and the captain of the security happened to be there.

The doctor was treating Faphora's wounds, and Wendy was explaining the situation to the sheriff chief: "There are two bad guys, one is very thin, with very small eyes, and he is also ugly. There is also an unkempt dirty uncle, who beats people, chubby, and smelly, he said that there are stones in our bread, but it is impossible for us to touch the stones when we make bread. So I think they should be hooligans who don't have the money to buy bread, who want to eat white food, and deliberately stuff stones into the bread to frame us. ”

"Hooligans? Lugo, this guy, can't even manage his own subordinates. The security captain scolded twice, wrote a note, and said casually, "We know the situation, and we will deal with it." ”

That being said, he didn't bother to care about this trivial.

Anyway, it didn't cause any damage, and the impact was not great, even if the hooligans were caught, they would be whipped twice at most, and they wouldn't be able to get any oil or water.

This big winter, and it coincides with the invasion of visitors from outside the sky, where do you have the leisure to care about this kind of small case, with this time, it is better to bake a fire in the public security office, anyway, you will forget it if you drag it, and the little civilians are like this.

After the vigilante left, Wendy and Faphora cleaned the storefront together and worked until the afternoon.

At 5 p.m., the winter sun goes down early, and the bakery is about to close.

Wendy packed the noodles that had not been sold today into a cloth bag, picked up another bottle of milk, and said, "Mom, you cook first, and I'll go to the mill to feed the cats." Yesterday, the mother cat gave birth to a lot of kittens, I'm going to give it some nutrition~"

The warm bread shop never sells overnight bread, and Wendy has not fed the cat bread for a day or two, Faphora touched her head and said softly: "It's getting dark, come back and eat after feeding." ”

"Okay~" Wendy ran to the backyard with the bread and into the mill.

It's a very empty place where the warm bakery stores wheat and grinds flour, and Wendy often takes in some stray cats and dogs and keeps them here to provide shelter from the wind and rain for these homeless little animals.

In the evening, like the remnants of blood and the sun poured into the mill, the piled up of primordial wheat was like a solidified blood crystal, and the grinding disc cast huge shadows against the light, and the light became darker and darker as time passed, and the ground was as black as oxidized blood.

"Meow~Meow~" Wendy probed her brain in the mill, kept learning to meow, and called, "Cat, where are you?" Let's eat~"

This stray cat, Wendy has been feeding for more than half a year, and she is quite familiar.

In normal times, as long as Wendy's voice is heard, it will run out and turn its belly and be coquettish, but today there is no movement, not even a cat meow.

"Cat~Cat~" Wendy continued to walk inside, thinking that the mother cat might be breastfeeding the kitten right now.

At this moment, the haystack in the corner of the wall moved.

She smiled angrily and trotted over: "Oh, you're drilling again, I looked for you for a long time last time." ”

Walking around the corner, the living creature appears in front of Wendy.

There are no cats.

The cat was dead, the big cat and the kitten were dead, their limbs scattered on the ground, and all the flesh was gnawed clean except for the joints.

Park Sang-ha sat next to the haystack, holding half of the carcass of the little milk cat in his hand, he bit off its claws, chewed bloodily, and then spit out the bones in his mouth, and looked at Wendy indifferently, half of the bloodstained hammer in his arms was exposed, like a wild beast showing its fangs.

Wendy only felt the cold current spreading down her back, and her hands and feet were cold, and she didn't even think about it, so she turned around and ran.

However, as soon as she turned around, she collided with someone.

Looking up, an ugly face with a sharp beak was smiling at her.

Park Woo-ho holds a damp cloth that exudes a pungent smell and presses Wendy's face...

...

Dark, confused...

Wendy struggled to open her eyes, her vision was so blurry that she couldn't focus, she couldn't see anything clearly, only the black and white noise kept spreading, like the sea seen by a drowning person, trying to occupy the entire field of vision.

She tried to get up with her hands, but no matter how she moved, her arms didn't respond, only the sharp pain that pierced her heart came, like a wooden saw pulling at the joints, and every tremor would make the pain worse, followed by the extreme emptiness of powerlessness.

Hand...

Arm...

The arm is missing...

Wendy's breath was as thin as a cicada's wings, and blood was constantly choking out of her mouth and nose between her breaths, and her blurred vision looked to the side with difficulty...

What's going on...

Half of the stuff is invisible...

Eye...

One eye is missing...

"Ahem! "Wendy kept coughing up blood, her life was passing little by little, like a leaf that had just been plucked from a tree and had been destroyed and withered, whimpering weakly, "Mommy... I want to go home..."

"Babble-hee-hee." With a shrill laugh and a figure in blurred sight, Park Woo-ho grabbed Wendy by the hair and lifted her up with one hand - a lot of energy for a little girl with no limbs and only a torso.

With each step Park Woo-ho takes, the blood lines on the ground spread deeper, and he carries Wendy to a bloodstained device, which is a guillotine used to kill pigs.

Wendy blinked with difficulty, faintly seeing the blade hanging above and the sharp glow of the blade.

An expressionless fat face appeared in sight, and the closer it got, the stench became stronger than it had ever been...

Park Sang-ha was almost close to Wendy's face, tilting his head to the left and right, just looking at her expressionlessly.

"It's so cold..."Wendy kept coughing and wheezing, the blood coming out of her mouth and nose was choking all over her face, and the excessive blood loss made her vision hallucinate, as if she saw the figure she had longed for in the past, and tears flowed down her cheeks, "Your Excellency... Help me..."

Park Sang-ha grinned, his face slowly moving away from Wendy's gaze.

"Click." The sound of the switch starting.

The sluice knife lost its restraints and slashed through Wendy's neck without any delay, and the lonely little head rolled on the ground a few times before finally landing at Park Sang-ha's feet...

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