Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel Chapter 309

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The man grabbed Susie’s arm, his eyes were strangely bright in the dim backlight, his voice was hoarse, cold and gloomy:

“What are you looking at… Do you want to go in?”

He held an empty sack in his hand and held it over Susie’s head…

However, before he could react, he suddenly flew out!

With a bang, the man slammed hard on the wall, shaking the surrounding display cases three times, and even a doll fell to the side.

When Hamza heard the movement as soon as he arrived, he

subconsciously rushed to block Susie.

Susie turned around, blinking innocently.

I looked at Hamza-hey, when did my brother come?

He looked at the person who flew out again-hey, why did this uncle fly out by himself?

Hamza’s face was cold, and he asked in a cold voice, “Who are you!”

The man in the gray overalls got up, coughing violently while holding his knees, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes when he raised his eyes.

For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether I was beaten by this little boy, or I was hit by a ghost?

“Who are you?” he asked back.

Seeing Hamza looking at him coldly, he had no choice but to say first, “I’m the staff here…”

His voice was hoarse, like pulling a saw, which made people feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

The man looked at Susie and said, “I saw her at the door, so I asked her if she wanted to go in.”

Hearing this answer, Hamza frowned and became more vigilant in his

heart.

How can a normal worker ask a child if he wants to enter the workplace?

It should be telling her to leave immediately.

Hamza just felt indescribably weird.

Susie nodded and said, “Okay, I want to go in and have a look.”

Hamza was about to say no to go, but saw Susie sticking next to him again, shaking his hand coquettishly: “I want to go in and have a look, why don’t you go in with me!”

After speaking, he immediately raised his hand: “Don’t worry, I will definitely protect you!”

Hamza was speechless.

Who is protecting whom?

But he finally said: “Let’s not take this as an example…”

Susie happily held him by the hand: “Yeah, yeah!”

Hamza was “forced” to be led away by Susie. The worker swiped his card to open the glass door, and the two stepped into the production room.

As soon as he entered the door, Hamza felt an indescribable discomfort. The overall decoration inside is black, and there are several semi-finished dolls nailed to one side, giving people a depressing and weird feeling.

The staff making the “mud” looked dull, and the room not far away was a workbench for making dolls, and one person was engraving the face of a

doll with great concentration.

On the workbench in front of her were a lot of fragments of dolls, including those with a single joint, one hand, and skulls. They were very realistic. If these parts were not smaller by more than two circles as a whole, they would even cause people to lose weight. The illusion of being at the scene of dismemberment.

Counting it down, there were only three people in the entire workshop – not including him and Susie.

But it gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Hamza whispered: “Susie, let’s go back first.”

“Susie?”

He turned his head sharply and found that Susie had disappeared at some point

Hamza turned around immediately, only to find that Susie was squatting not far away, in front of a staff mixing ‘mud’.