Chapter 24 Little Prisoner (24)
Chapter 24 Little Prisoner (24)
Upon hearing this, the young man gently pursed his lips, which had gradually regained their color. Summoning his courage, he praised in a slightly louder but still cautious voice, "Because... you're a good person."
"Not only did you cure my illness, you also thoughtfully gave me water to drink. So, you must be a very good person!"
At this moment, Song Jin didn't care about many other things. He just wanted to put a tall hat on the other party first.
The boy's delicate little face, as delicate as a porcelain doll, was full of flattery and obedience, and he just stared straight at the man in front of him.
Hearing the boy's innocent words, Ika was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He smiled, pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and slowly walked towards the boy.
When he got closer, he stretched out a hand, gently pinched the boy's pointed chin, and said with a smile: "Good man? Little guy, you must be mistaken. I am not a good man at all!"
The young man was frightened by his sudden action and trembled all over. His eyes, which were already wide open, now widened even more, and he was at a loss like a frightened deer.
Obviously, he felt that the behavior of the man in front of him was extremely abnormal!
Ika still had that unfathomable smile on his face as he continued slowly, "Since you want me to help you, what can you give me?"
As he spoke, he gently placed the back of his free hand on the boy's snow-white face, feeling the delicate and smooth touch.
"..."
Song Jin pursed her lips tightly. The little kid who was a little slow to react to the man's actions did not try to dodge, but thought carefully about what she could give to the other party.
As a result, he sadly discovered that he seemed to have nothing to give because he had nothing!
Just as the boy was trying to impress the other person with his sincerity, he suddenly heard a familiar yet terrifying voice, "What do you want?"
The boy's eyes suddenly widened, and he stretched his neck and looked towards the door in horror.
A tall and mighty figure in a black guard uniform slowly came into the boy's sight.
The person who came was Clement. He walked into the room step by step with a leisurely pace but with an inexplicable sense of oppression.
His cold and sharp gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced straight at the boy from beginning to end, locking him firmly.
Clemens raised his hand suddenly, and a long, mysterious object as black as ink shot out from his hand.
This long object looked like a ball of thick black fog, but it was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated Ika's chest and nailed him to the hard wall behind him.
Witnessing such a horrifying scene, a little kid present was so frightened that he even forgot to breathe.
His big round eyes blinked in horror, he swallowed hard, and stared at him blankly.
I frantically called out to the system: [System, system! I'm going to die, wuwuwu…]
[Don't panic!] The system soothed, but it was of no use.
Lemon slowly walked up to the boy. He lowered his head and stared at the young boy's innocent face. He didn't know whether it was because he was sick or scared, but the boy's face turned pale.
Lemon's gaze slid down the boy's face, stopping at the IV needle on the back of his hand that was injecting medicine. His brows couldn't help but furrow tightly, forming a deep ravine.
Then, in a tone as hard as stone, he asked, "Are you sick?"
The boy, who was already afraid of the tall man, quietly and cautiously moved his butt backwards when he felt the man approaching, trying to keep a certain distance from the man.
However, when he heard the man's question, he was slightly stunned, looked at the man timidly, and hummed in a low voice.
"You deserve it!" The man spat out these two words coldly, as if without any emotion at all.
When the boy heard this, his body trembled involuntarily, his already pouting mouth turned downwards, and his eyes revealed even more fear and anxiety.
He lowered his head, not daring to look the man in the eye, and became more and more frightened.
—Huh? Talking to my baby like that? Are you crazy?
——Baby Jinjin, slap him in the face!
——Come on, Baodu is so scared that he is shaking.
——My baby is a little timid, although Lemon is a little scary.
...
The man stared at the boy expressionlessly, his eyes as cold as ice, and continued indifferently, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the house? How dare you sneak out, huh?"
Hearing the man's reprimand, the young man pursed his lips, like a scolded child, and did not dare to speak, for fear that he would be nailed to the wall by accident.
Seeing the boy's aggrieved look, the man said nothing and instead turned his gaze to Ika, who was pinned to the wall.
He lowered his voice, as if squeezing out words from between his teeth, and said, "Tell me, what did you want just now? Hmm?"
As the man spoke, he quickly withdrew the long object in his hand, which was as black as ink and shone with a cold light.
At this moment, Ika seemed to have lost all his strength. He fell heavily to the ground, and a stream of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.
Lemon was already full of anger, his face was as gloomy as water, and he walked towards Ika slowly but with an irresistible sense of oppression.
When he got close, he raised his foot without hesitation and stepped hard on Ika's body, saying sinisterly: "Just because I didn't attack you, you think you've escaped?"
As he spoke, the man's footsteps became more powerful, as if he wanted to completely crush the person under him.
The boy pursed his lips and looked at them timidly.
The young man quietly stretched out his hand, and with movements as gentle as a little mouse stealing food, he pulled out the thin needle that had pierced his body bit by bit.
However, before the boy could completely remove the needle, the man suddenly raised his foot and kicked Ika hard.
There was only a dull crash that resounded throughout the space, and Ika's body flew up again, then fell heavily on the distant wall.
Then, the man sneered and said sarcastically, "As your former warden, should I give you a ride?"
Just as the man was about to take action, the entire prison suddenly trembled. The man's face suddenly changed and he actually vomited blood.
Seeing this, the boy quickly got out of bed and ran out without even having time to put on his shoes.
Seeing the boy running away, Lemon was about to chase him. However, just as he took a step, he suddenly felt a powerful force holding his legs tightly.
He looked down and saw Ika staring at him intently, with a look that seemed to be able to freeze a person instantly.
"Haha..." Ika let out a creepy sneer, his hands like iron clamps, tightly hugging the thighs in front of his chest, refusing to let go even a little. "What I can't have, you can't have either!"
Lemon looked at him gloomily. "You want to die? I'll grant you that!"