Wen Xiaohui woke up from the pain, his whole face felt like it was burning, he opened his eyes reluctantly, but found that the eyes were so swollen that they could only open a thin slit. His first reaction was that he was disfigured. The word "disfigurement" kept floating in front of his eyes. A destructive fear overwhelmed him, and he burst into tears uncontrollably.
Unexpectedly, when he cried, his nose seemed to be irritated by something, and there were bursts of severe pain. He yelled and sat up hard, and he couldn't cry or shout, he felt like he was going crazy.
"You'd better not yell." A deep female voice came from inside the room.
Wen Xiaohui turned his head and managed to lock his sight on a middle-aged woman in a white coat, obviously a doctor.
The doctor came over and pulled his hand off his face: "Don't touch it randomly, it's just been dealt with."
Wen Xiaohui said vaguely: "Am I disfigured, am I disfigured? What about the mirror, give me the mirror."
"The bridge of the nose is broken, but it can still be connected. If you move around, it may really disfigure your face."
Wen Xiaohui's tears flowed down his nose, his nose!
The doctor covered his face with a tissue: "Don't cry, it will be infected."
"Mirror, I want to look in the mirror."
"What did you see? Your whole face is swollen like a pig's head. What you need now is an operation." The doctor looked at him with his arms crossed. "But there is no operation condition here."
Wen Xiaohui forced himself to swallow his tears back, he got out of bed in a daze, and went to the bathroom, he must see his face, he wanted to know if he was disfigured! But just a few steps away, he felt his right leg sinking. He looked down, only to find that there was an iron ring hanging on his foot at some point. The iron ring was connected to a long iron chain. At the end of the iron chain, It is a solid iron ball weighing tens of kilograms.
The doctor pushed the glasses: "What you need to do now is to rest, don't touch your face randomly, the painkiller is on your bedside, take it every four hours, and see a doctor in time when conditions permit."
Wen Xiaohui sat on the ground, trembling and covering his face, he was overwhelmed by unprecedented despair, he was trembling with fear, his nose was broken? His nose is so pretty... what about his face? What happened to his face? Will he still be the same as before, will he be disfigured? Can he walk out of here intact!
He didn't want to be disfigured, disabled, or dead! This bastard Luo Yi, this bastard Chang Xing, what does all this have to do with him, and why! Why did he have to bear all this!
He didn't dare to cry, shout, or even have a violent facial expression. He could only hold his head tremblingly, feeling an invisible hand dragging him into the abyss.
The door was opened, and the bodyguard came in, walked up to Wen Xiaohui, knelt down, pinched his chin, forced him to raise his head, and uttered a cold threat: "Mr. Beg for trouble, if the young master can fulfill his promise within the agreed time, we will send you to the hospital, don't worry, this is a minor operation, if you can't... why don't you send the nose to him. "
Wen Xiaohui shuddered fiercely, his eyes no longer had the ferocity of a small animal, only full of terror, he pushed away the bodyguard's hand, moved his legs back weakly, and shouted hissingly: "He No promises will be fulfilled, he is using me to stall for time!"
The bodyguard stood up, took out Wen Xiaohui's mobile phone from his pocket, took a photo of Wen Xiaohui's face, and then typed quickly on the keyboard with his fingers. The backlight of the mobile phone made his face extremely pale. In Wen Xiaohui's eyes, there was an eerie look.
The bodyguard shook the phone: "I sent your photo to Luo Yi, guess how he will react."
Wen Xiaohui smiled back with grief, his whole face hurt so much that he wanted to cry: "What will he do? When he lied to me, didn't he think that it is useless for you to imprison me, because Luo Yi doesn't care, he Don't care at all."
The bodyguard narrowed his eyes and stared at the phone, as if waiting for it to react.
Wen Xiaohui's eyes also fell on the phone, if Luo Yifan still has some humanity...
Unfortunately, after waiting for five minutes, the phone did not respond at all. Wen Xiaohui clenched his fists and slowly closed his eyes.
The bodyguard put the phone back into his pocket: "Take a good rest." After speaking, he left the room with the doctor.
Wen Xiaohui stood up staggeringly, picked up the dead iron ball with all his strength, and moved towards the bathroom step by step. When he reached the door of the bathroom, he hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped in with the determination to die.
The mirror in the bathroom reflected a face in a state of embarrassment. The whole face was so red and swollen that it couldn't be seen. There were only two slits left in the eyes. A large piece of gauze was pasted on the nose, and the bandage was wrapped around the face twice. Fixed, with several bruises and wet tear stains on his cheeks. He really couldn't accept that the person in the mirror was him, and the thing he cherished most in his life was his face, how much would Luo Yi want to take away from him? !
He clenched his fists tightly, and there was nowhere to vent his grief and hatred. The pain in his heart even surpassed all the pain in his body. It was like ten thousand ants eating into his heart, destroying his will. He felt the iron ball tied to his right foot. , is dragging him into the boundless hell...
The effect of painkillers is not enough to completely relieve his pain. After taking it, he feels drowsy, but he will wake up again after a short time. He knows that he has not much time left, and it will be around once in three days. He may have lost more than just a face, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body. Only then did he realize that in a moment of real despair, people can't even gather the energy needed for fear and anger. Paralyzed on the bed like a dead man, waiting for his "judgment".
In the middle of the night, when he was drowsy, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and several people rushed in. Wen Xiaohui sat up, and saw the headed bodyguard at a glance. The bodyguard opened his ankle chain with a key, and put him Roughly dragged him off the bed, and dragged him outside.
Wen Xiaohui didn't want to ask where to go in vain, he was already frightened out of his wits!
What are they going to do? What are they going to do!
The bodyguard dragged him out of the villa and stuffed him into a car. The black Mercedes quickly slid into the night and sped away.
Wen Xiaohui looked out of the window in horror, and then he was sure that he was in a mountain. The car quickly drove up the winding mountain road. The only light source on this road came from the car lights. Looking at the narrow and dark mountain road, it was constantly being chased by cars. Even though the visible distance was extremely short, the speed of the car was still fast. Wen Xiaohui's heart rose to his throat, and he couldn't help imagining how the car would fly out.
He crouched in the corner with his head in his arms, not looking any further.
The bodyguard suddenly pulled away his hand, handed him his mobile phone, and said in a commanding tone: "Call Luo Yi."
Wen Xiaohui answered the phone, a layer of water vapor appeared in his eyes.
The bodyguard said coldly: "Call Luo Yi! Turn on the speakerphone."
Wen Xiaohui pressed Luo Yi's phone with trembling hands, and pressed the speakerphone, the dial tone rang again and again in the silent carriage, each time was like a heavy punch, hitting Wen Xiaohui's heart.
The dial tone sounded seven times, and Wen Xiaohui felt that he had been beaten seven times.
Finally, the phone was connected, Wen Xiaohui held the phone tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.
There was a slight rustle on the other end of the phone, but no one spoke.
Wen Xiaohui clenched his lips. He thought that facing Luo Yi, he would be able to shake out the most vicious words that he could think of in his life, but in fact he didn't know what to say at all.
After a while, Luo Yi's calm voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Speak, or I will hang up."
The bodyguard snatched the phone: "Luo Yi, there are still six hours left before you leave, you dare to play tricks now."
"I'm playing a trick, I've been following the plan."
"Stop pretending, you are the one who called the police."
Luo Yi was silent for a while: "Wen Xiaohui lost contact for more than 60 hours, it's not surprising that his family called the police."
"If no one pointed out, the police would not be able to adjust to the last monitoring before he disappeared so quickly. Do you think we are fools? The photo just now is just a small warning. After the stock market opens today, if you don't see you As a result of the promise, you don't want to see Wen Xiaohui again."
Luo Yi laughed lowly, his voice was charming and pleasant, but it made one's scalp tingle, and he said in a lazy tone: "Okay."
The bodyguard's face was ashen, with bulging veins on his forehead: "Luo Yi, do you really not care about his life?"
Luo Yi said with a smile: "He is my favorite toy, but it's just a toy."
Wen Xiaohui felt that the blood in his whole body was congealed, his mind went blank, and he had no idea.
The bodyguard smiled instead of anger: "I'm curious, do you really don't care at all, Wen Xiaohui, do you want to say a few words to your sweetheart?" The bodyguard roughly put the phone to his ear.
Wen Xiaohui stared blankly at the dark road ahead, he had the illusion that the car was being swallowed by a black hole, he was stunned and did not respond.
The bodyguard ordered: "Speak!"
Wen Xiaohui opened his mouth and whispered, "Luo Yi, you are a beast."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then hung up mercilessly.
Wen Xiaohui lowered his head numbly, as if his soul had been emptied, and he could not find any trace of life.
The car drove down the hill, and before dawn, they entered the city and changed to a taxi.
Wen Xiaohui followed them in a daze to get on and off the car, and was stuffed into an unremarkable apartment in an old community, where he saw Chang Xing again.
Chang Xing looked at his face and said to the bodyguard: "Injury to the nose can easily lead to intracranial infection, you should change to another place."
The bodyguard said respectfully: "Yes, President."
"How many hours are there left?"
"Four hours."
Chang Xing nodded and stood up: "I'm going to the company, you guys keep an eye on him."
"yes."
The bodyguard pressed Wen Xiaohui on the sofa and tied his hands and feet with ropes. Wen Xiaohui looked around blankly, besides the bodyguards, there were two other people in the room, one was a new face, and the other was the driver he stabbed with a toothbrush, staring at him coldly.
Wen Xiaohui lowered his head, and Luo Yi's cold words echoed in his mind, "He is my favorite toy, but it's just a toy." It turns out that Luo Yi's words are extremely precise. He is worthy of being a genius. He is a " Toy", a useful toy, although it is my favorite, it is only a toy after all.
I see…
The scenes of getting along with Luo Yi in the past now seem to have happened in another world, and no one can accept it. The gentle and perfect lover actually hides the heart of snakes and scorpions, and is trying to push himself into the abyss. Those sweet memories are now all gone Lost its color, turned into brutal white and desperate black. No wonder Luo Yaya is afraid of him, no wonder his mother calls him a "monster". He once put the most vicious scorpion next to his pillow without knowing it. The fear of the blade licking his neck is very unbearable.
Yet he was numb.
Will he die? Or will it be crippled? He can't imagine how sad his mother and Luo Rui should be, just because of his stupidity, he benefits people who don't seem to care about him, and makes people who really love him sad, he really deserves to die.
The sky gradually brightened, and the moment the white light pierced his pupils, he had an illusion in front of his eyes, as if the whole room had faded and turned into a cold white, which was the color of death, and made his heart tremble.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and voices gradually came from outside the window, and a new day began.
Wen Xiaohui always maintained a posture, even though the pain had distorted his vision.
At 9:30, the stock market opened, and the bodyguard kept staring at his phone, his face getting more and more ugly.
Wen Xiaohui stared at his face. In just a few minutes, he seemed to have witnessed himself being cornered.
At this time, a call came in, the bodyguard answered the phone, said "OK" softly, hung up the phone, he pulled out his dagger, and walked towards Wen Xiaohui with a cold face.
Wen Xiaohui's eyes widened in horror, and his body kept shrinking back.
Suddenly, the driver suddenly took out a gun from his clothes, and fired at the bodyguard without hesitation. With a "chirp", the bodyguard's pupils contracted violently, and he fell to the ground with a plop. There was no blood in the wound. , but he can't move half of his body, it's a tranquilizer gun!
The other person reacted, turned around and ran towards the door. The driver shot him in the back and knocked him to the ground.
The accident happened too fast, Wen Xiaohui couldn't guard against it, and stared at them blankly.
The driver came over, fired another shot at the bodyguard, then drew out the dagger, and looked at Wen Xiaohui expressionlessly: "Mr. Wen, which hand did he injure you?"
Wen Xiaohui was stunned, and hadn't recovered yet.
The driver turned over the bodyguard's left wrist, covered his mouth with one hand, and stabbed the dagger into his wrist with the other.
The bodyguard's body stiffened like a dying fish, and he trembled violently. After the knife penetrated into the flesh, he spun around again and directly cut off the tendons.
The driver rubbed the knife against the bodyguard's clothes and stood up: "It should be left-handed, he is left-handed." He walked over and cut the rope that bound Wen Xiaohui.
Wen Xiaohui was startled and frightened: "You are..."
The driver didn't talk nonsense with him. He pulled him out of the apartment, went downstairs quickly, and rushed out of the complex. A black car just drove by, and the driver stuffed him into the car.
Wen Xiaohui's brain just turned around, recalling the scene just now, he broke out in a cold sweat: "You, who are you?"
The driver said blankly: "The one responsible for protecting you, if you didn't make your own decisions, you wouldn't be injured."
"Did Luo Yi send you here?"
The driver nodded.
"Where are you taking me?" Wen Xiaohui yelled suddenly, "I don't want to see him!" He yelled so hard that he touched the wound on his nose, and the pain made him cry.
The driver glanced at him: "Go to the hospital."
Wen Xiaohui clenched his fists and leaned back in the seat weakly.
Sure enough, the car drove to the hospital. Wen Xiaohui was carried into the operating room by the medical staff who had been prepared for a long time. It wasn't until he was injected with anesthesia and fell asleep that his brain realized in the last moment of waking up—was he out of danger