The child on the screen also saw the car coming, and his lips were so cold that he smiled.

"The car is coming, I must stop this car and beg the driver to take me to rescue my mother."

The child stepped away from his frozen legs and ran towards the truck.

The little nurse exclaimed, "God, I dare not look anymore. I feel that misfortune is about to happen."

Ye Tiandao, "Calm down, this has happened before. What we are watching now is equivalent to a replay of the case, what are you nervous about."

The little nurse still covered her eyes with her hands and watched secretly through her fingers.

"Hey, kid, don't go there."

Ye Tianxun said, "Little nurse, don't do this. If you do this, the children will feel sad."

The kid sighed, "Uncle policeman, I'm fine, I already want to drive. I just want to know who this **** is now."

Li Yuantai comforted, "Children, don't worry, Team Leader Ye will definitely catch him."

The picture on the screen switched again, still returning to the truck just now, the driver continued to curse and drove the car.

"Fuck, when will this **** rain stop?"

At this moment, a child holding a yellow umbrella appeared in his field of vision.

"Huh? Where did the little **** pop up? Don't wait for such a heavy rain at home. Will you come out and die?"

With a click, the wiper suddenly stopped moving.

The vision suddenly became blurred.

"Grass! What a bad luck, this wiper didn't break early or late, but it's broken now."

At this moment, the wind rolled up a red transparent plastic bag and stuck it on the windshield. Originally, things like plastic bags couldn't stick to the glass, but now it's raining heavily. The wet rain puts the plastic bag on the car glass, and then it is clamped by the windshield wiper.

Now, he was completely invisible.

He felt very annoyed and grabbed the rag on the windshield to wipe the rainwater on the glass. Of course, the plastic bag must also be torn off, otherwise, he could not drive at all.

In fact, he should have stopped the car in this kind of situation and catching up with this heavy rain, but he was too lazy to stop, so he held the steering wheel in his right hand, grabbed the rag in his left hand, and leaned out the window to wipe the car. To clean the car glass, he must reach out of the car window. His hand is not long enough. He has to stretch out most of his body from the car window to clean the car window and remove the plastic bag. These two seemingly difficult moves.

Just as he put most of his body and head out of the car window, he found the child running towards him.

Lightning hit the ground and exploded above the child's head, and he suddenly felt something ominous.

"Go away! Annoying kid."

He waved the rag viciously at the child.

However, what bothered him was that the child did not stop, but continued to run forward, shouting something while running.

But the rumble of thunder and the sound of rain completely covered his shout. The driver couldn't hear what the kid was calling.

"Don't get closer, get out of here."

At this moment, he wanted to jump down and grab the kid and beat him up, but he was driving now, and he couldn't leave the driving car alone.

Seeing the child running closer and closer, he panicked, and quickly retracted his head, turned the steering wheel, and looked up, only to find that he was just driving the child away, the windshield was not wiped at all, and the one that was currently in his field of vision , Just a ridiculous red plastic bag and a column of water.

He felt bad and planned to stick his head out of the car window again. At this moment, he heard a heart-piercing scream, and then, the car body shook. It seemed to be pressing something. He could feel the whole car run over that thing.

At this moment, what flashed in front of his eyes was the child who was running towards him while shouting. The child held up the yellow umbrella so that it was particularly eye-catching in the rain and fog. And that scream just now was obviously made by a child.

"Oh my god, shouldn't I just crush that little bastard?"

Although he felt at a loss, the scream just now explained the problem. If the child is not suppressed, he has no reason to scream.

The driver panicked and hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

The driver opened the door and jumped out of the car to take a look, immediately dumbfounded.

In the puddle behind the car, a child lay, and a small yellow umbrella fell beside him.

And this child, obviously the one who ran towards him just now, he recognized the little yellow umbrella.

The driver wanted to drive away immediately, but he found that the child was still moving and hurried over.

"Uncle, please."

The child stretched out a hand with difficulty, and a flash of lightning flashed across, and the driver saw the child's head covered with blood and was so scared to step forward.

"Uncle, do me a favor."

The little hand raised by the child did not let go, but continued to raise it high, seeming to be praying.

The driver stood there and didn't move. Obviously, he didn't intend to pass.

"Uncle, my mother is dying, please go to the hospital and tell the doctor to let the doctor go to my house to save my mother. Please, uncle."

After saying this, the child's voice suddenly stopped.

But the child's little hand is still raised high, maintaining a praying posture.

On such a rainy night, the lighting provided by street lamps is really limited, and the child's face is just hidden in the shade of a tree. The driver could not see the child's face, nor did he know what was wrong with him.

At this time, the driver was a little panicked, and he opened his throat and shouted, "Boy, you are talking? Why are you not talking?"

There was no answer, but the hand was still raised.

The driver was a little scared, he hesitated, wondering whether he should step forward.

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed across, illuminating everything on the ground in a minute detail.

The driver realized that the child was lying motionless in the puddle, with his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, and one hand held high.

Seeing the child clearly again, the fear in the driver's heart did not diminish at all. On the contrary, the child lying in the puddle in such a weird posture made him feel extremely strange.

"Little boy, are you talking?"

He deliberately raised his voice and shouted, but he was actually emboldening himself.

The child still did not answer. The driver boldly walked over, put his hand under the child's nose, and found that there was no heat at all. This was completely scared.

"It's a **** thing, the little **** actually died. I'm really unlucky, delivering goods on a rainy day, and catching up with this kind of thing. It's really bad for eight lives."

The driver was standing in the rain curtain, and the rain was rushing down. He looked at the child's body, feeling cold. This is the first time I have encountered this kind of thing after driving these years.

At the same time, the child's cries for help seemed to keep echoing in his ears.

"Uncle, please, help me."