"Trust me." Jiang Xi remained calm and did not argue with Zhong Huier. He simply stated the facts calmly: "I won't risk my life."
Zhong Huier looked at her doubtfully, but, as the high school girl said, if they missed this opportunity, they would never have another chance to escape. She had no choice but to submit.
Or perhaps it was something about Jiang Xi's aura that intimidated her.
"I'll go out and open the door first. Dagui is a sound sleeper, so be careful not to disturb anyone. In two minutes at most, you and Sun Ting need to get the children to the car. I'll cover the rear."
Jiang Xi was careful and did not give the car keys to Zhong Huier, but gave them to Sun Ting instead.
Sun Ting nervously took the key, and the boy asked worriedly, "Sister Jiang, where are you?"
After drinking the diluted worry-relieving dew, the boy looked much better. Jiang Xi patted his head soothingly and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out the door.
The door of the two-story rural brick house was locked with a common copper-core lock. Jiang Xi reached inside the hairpin that had been in his trouser pocket for many days, and the copper-core lock popped open with a "click".
Dagui was lying on the table, sleeping soundly.
Zhong Huier looked at her suspiciously. Jiang Xi knew what she was muttering in her heart. As a "simple" high school girl, she really knew too much.
However, Jiang Xi had no intention of helping her solve her doubts.
After all, if she had been on the run for more than a year and had mixed up with all kinds of people, it wouldn't be surprising that she would have learned some of these sneaky skills to keep herself safe.
Zhong Huier and Sun Ting half-supported and half-helped the children as they ran out, without making any sound at all.
Just as Jiang Xi was feeling relieved, convinced that his training had paid off, Xiaoyu, the three-year-old who was walking last, tripped over the threshold. The dull sound echoed far into the still night.
——
broken.
Jiang Xi suddenly turned his head, and Dagui raised his head in a daze.
Zhong Huier covered Xiaoyu's mouth tightly, pulled her back quickly to the shadow outside the door, not daring to move.
The cool summer night breeze blew in through the half-open door. Dagui scratched the back of his head and wondered: Why do I feel a little cold?
Before he could understand what was happening, he received a heavy blow on the back of his head. Jiang Xi's cat-like face filled Dagui's entire eye socket. "Xiaoxi, you...?" Before he could finish his words, he had already lost consciousness.
Jiang Xi put down the bench in his hand and thought regretfully: There was blood after all.
Without even looking at the fallen Dagui, Jiang Xi walked out the door.
Zhong Hui'er pulled Xiaoyu down into the darkness, watching the scene unfold vividly. Her lips trembled, speechless for a moment. It would have taken a lot of ruthlessness to hit him with the bench. Jiang Xi's movements were experienced, so it seemed like this wasn't his first time. And yet, someone like him was willing to take these unrelated children with him on his escape—
Is it kindness, or...
Zhong Huier was confused.
She stared blankly at Jiang Xi closing the door again, then watched her fiddle with an unknown object in front of the door. Then she pulled Xiaoyu up and took two steps forward.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Xi was not tinkering with it randomly. The copper core lock was easy to break but difficult to repair. She was now giving herself a second layer of insurance: breaking the lock.
In this way, when these beggars woke up the next day and found that something was wrong, they would not be able to get out unless they broke down the door.
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