Chapter 330

Thinking like this, even several young women took a step back and whispered, "do you smell... What a heavy smell she has?"

"What's the smell?"

"Stink!" The woman who spoke turned her eyes and said in a rather disdainful whisper, "Gee, it's estimated that she hasn't taken a bath for months. It's amazing where she lives."

I don't know whether the voice of contemptuous discussion has reached the ears of the begging girl. The so-called disabled and determined, even if she has scars all over her body, she holds up a pen with her hand, lowers her head, and her black hair covers her empty eyes and draws on the ground.

As for what to draw... It's just a pattern of begging. She makes a look and draws a few scattered strokes on the ground with a brush. She doesn't know what she's drawing. The pattern has no beauty, only weird.

"What a pity." Seeing this, a lady standing in front of Ruan Zaizai frowned gently, took out a stack of 100 yuan bills from her bag and put them in the hands of the disabled girl, "don't draw, buy something to eat."

The lady said, just put it down, got up and left in the eyes of the crowd, as if she had turned a blind eye to the girl's disabled body.

Well, she did a great good thing by giving her money.

So... A stack of hundred dollar bills was stuffed into the girl's hand, but the girl still didn't respond at all and continued to draw with her head down.

She doesn't know what to say. Is it difficult to say thank you?

Thank you

Oh, she can't say the word.

Obviously she shouldn't be like this!

Why was she disfigured, beaten and injured all over? Why... She couldn't even say a word. Of course, it was because her vocal cords were burned and deliberately burned. She was not allowed to speak.

Who did all this?

The girl kneeling in place suddenly trembled with her head down.

It's like thinking of something frightening at the bottom of your eyes - yes, that man did it!

That night, the man who took her away!

Devil, he is, devil!

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. The girl trembled more and more. Ruan stood on the side and looked at it for a while. She didn't get close to her. She just stood quietly and listened to the people on the side. Suddenly she said, "don't you think... Should she call the police like this?"

"Isn't the excitement so good that you forget what you should do now?"

The soft voice fell to her ear. It was a female voice. It was beautiful and slow. It was like earnest instruction and eloquent conversation. It kept talking to people's hearts and spoke out from their hearts. The young woman who first spoke suddenly turned back and looked at Ruan Zai's eyes with doubts.

"You have time to preach to us. Shouldn't you have called the police long ago?"

"I want to, but I don't have a cell phone." Ruan then faintly smiled at the young woman's eyes.

"...." the young woman was stunned. Then she took out her mobile phone and called the police.

Yeah.

Isn't this a strange phenomenon?

I saw a little girl who was ruined and disabled in the street. Why do people only patronize the excitement and talk about losing money, but forget to call the police?

In the end, is this lively and beautiful, or do people think that the police station seems to have become a decoration of the imperial capital, which is no longer useful, so there is no need to call the police at all.