Until 12 o'clock , Xu Jinying old back, she told the author that he is sick son, Ma Quanwen locked gate on the inside . Saying, The old gatehouse door open , an acrid smell blowing . Ma Quanwen hid behind the door armed with iron chain , his left wrist with a metal trap , a metal trap on the locked three locks, with about one meter more tightly screwed in the bars and chains on the ground stood a Barricaded door "bed " and door stood scattered in a number of ragged blankets and clothes , this is the place where he lives every day . " bed " before the piled three hollow bricks, a plastic bucket , the floor toilet , reading can not help frowning .
Xu Jinying called out , "Son , " Ma Quanwen out slightly Nuele Nue body . Then I saw Ma Quanwen very long hair and beard , eyes dull , squatting naked body , " bed " . The north side of the aisle and assembled with some broken brick wall , the gap seal with firewood , so that the gate into the Maquan Wen 's " house . " Some sensitivity to light, he opened the door , eyes narrowed in a crack, I do not know what to say to herself . Asked him quesions, he also irrelevant answers .
Xu Jinying said her son locked on the wrist iron chain , is easy for him to wear clothes , but every time he put on clothes to , not one article a few days he will be torn . The author notes that the left hand not knowing why Ma Quanwen scratched his left wrist also stained with the blood , Xu Jinying will quickly see that brought toilet paper, wiped his son .
To lunch time , Xu Jinying old son brought bread to eat, and Duan Leyi bowl of water into " the table " , it can be Maquan Wen did not see as there is no response .

Author: River supernatural power chain Co., Ltd
website: www.shenlichain.com
main product: swing chain、iron chain