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    The container’s iron door had a chain lock on it, the lock was rusted, and Bean Sprout Boy slammed it a few times with a rock, and a few of us hid in with our bags and closed the door.

    There was a lot of clutter piled up in the waste container, some broken mattresses and tables, it was very dusty, the light dimmed when the door was closed, and a lot of it had spider webs, so I dragged over two tables to hold the door open.

    Beanpole was looking at the new cell phone he had bought earlier, his cell phone number for this new phone was known only to the head of the handle, and we had been waiting for the head to call.

    “What’s there to cry about! Just know how to cry!” I heard Xiao Xuan reprimanding Sapling.

    “You guys let me go, you don’t want to hurt me, I won’t say anything, I don’t know anything.” Sapling said with a small sob.

    “No!” Sapling let out a cry of alarm.

    In the blurred light, I saw Xiao Xuan pick up a stool leg.

    “What are you doing!” I rushed over and snatched the stool legs and threw them on the floor.

    “Crazy you! Still can’t get enough of things! Why are you such a bully and want to kill people!”

    Little Xuan was yelled at by me, and it crouched on the ground with its head in its hands and fell into silence.

    We hid in the ruined container until darkness fell and the streetlights in Yinchuan came on.

    “Coming! Coming!” Suddenly, Bean Sprout Boy excitedly raised his cell phone and shouted, “The head of the handle! The head is calling!”

    “Pick up the phone!” I urged.

    Beanpole immediately pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

    “Where have you people been?” Handlehead’s voice came over the phone.

    Bean Sprout Boy’s expression was on the verge of tears, “Come on over here, Handlehead, we’re hiding out now, we’ve been spotted.”

    The phone put the head silent for a few dozen seconds, and then said, “What exactly happened, speak clearly.”

    “Give it to me, I’ll tell it,” I said, taking the phone over to Beanpole, seeing that he was halfway to the point.

    I told the head of the handle what happened over the phone.

    Hearing this, the head of the handle asked, “Where are you people now, I will go over to you.”

    I’m not familiar with Yinchuan, and I don’t know what road is here, I only remember seeing a big billboard on the side of the road when I ran here, so I said, “Come out of the hotel and head south, go through a few traffic lights, there’s a billboard on the side of the road for a real estate development, and we’re all now hiding out in a ruined shipping container over here, so come over here and put your head down.”

    “Got it, just meet me there,” said the head of the handle and hung up hastily.

    I handed the cell phone back to Beanpole Boy and instructed him not to freeze and to keep a careful eye out for movement.

    The hotel wasn’t far away, and after maybe thirty minutes or so, I suddenly heard a tap on the door.

    “Who!”

    I carefully walked over and peered out through the crack in the container’s tin door.

    I saw the head of the handle standing outside the door with a frosty look on his face.

    I shifted the table blocking the door with a sigh of relief, then dodged my head in.

    Closing the door behind me, I sat down with my back against the tin door and asked the head of the handle what to do now.

    Putting his head over to Xiaomiao squatted down in front of him, “Female child, don’t be afraid, I’m asking you, you have to tell the truth, does your father know about this now?”

    Sapling looked up with a pale face and looked at the head of the handle and shook his head.

    “Uh, okay, I got it.” The head put out his cell phone again and said, “Girl child, I promise you will be fine, and we will never hurt you. Now you do as I said, make a phone call to your dad, report your safety, just say that you stayed over at your classmate’s house for the night, so your dad won’t worry, and we’ll let you go back tomorrow.”

    “Really …… really?”

    “Really, I’m as good as my word.” Handlehead said.

    After a few minutes of consideration, Sapling shakily took the handle’s cell phone and dialed the mini-mart’s landline number.

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