Zhong Yibin was driving on the road during the evening rush hour, and the densely packed motorcade seemed to be lined up to the horizon. The oil road outside the windshield was fumigated and twisted a little by the heat.
"Where are you? Your dad will be home soon, hurry up!" He opened the car window to take a breath, and his mother's voice came from the phone.
"Understood." Zhong Yibin frowned and hung up the phone. This was the third one this afternoon. He didn't want to see that so-called father at all, but his mother insisted on urging him to go home, so that he couldn't pick up Chu Qin. get off work.
I was a little irritable for no reason. Looking at the time, it was time for the show to be recorded. Zhong Yibin couldn't help but make a phone call.
"Beep-beep-" The long waiting tone passed, rang for a minute, no one answered, and turned into a rapid blind tone of "beep beep beep", which was shocking to hear.
Zhong Yibin frowned. If Chu Qin was still recording the show, the assistant would answer the phone for him. If it had already been recorded, the phone would be in his hands. Why didn't Chu Qin answer the phone
Consciousness slowly recovered, and there was a cold and hard concrete floor, surrounded by rotten wood and the stench of urine. Chu Qin tried his best to open his eyes. The light was dim, and the ground was piled with mottled mechanical parts. On the iron shelves full of graffiti, there were some pieces of wood, which looked like an old warehouse.
"Yo, wake up!" A gruff voice suddenly came from above, Chu Qin was startled, and his bound body couldn't help convulsing. Such a conditioned reflex made it impossible for him to pretend to be in a coma. .
With his hands clipped and tied behind him, Chu Qin struggled to sit up with his legs bent and looked up at the other party.
The man was very sturdy, with black and cyan patterns pierced on his muscular and knotted arms. He was not tall, estimated to be less than 1.8 meters tall, wearing a large vest made of dark blue synthetic fabric. Backlight, can't see the appearance, only know that it is a bald head.
Behind the bald head came two more accomplices, one of them said with a big yellow tooth and a smile: "This little white face looks better than on TV."
Obviously, these kidnappers knew who he was.
Chu Qin quickly thought about his situation. Today, when he was recording a program, he was suddenly dragged into a van in the underground parking lot of the TV station. Although he is a member of the entertainment industry, there are not many people he has offended, and the biggest reason is probably money.
"As you all know, I'm a public figure," Chu Qin's voice was nice, clear and magnetic, because of his professional habit, he spoke with a pause, so he sounded extremely calm, "I'm missing, there must have been a commotion outside. There is a lot of uproar, how much money do you want, I will send it to you immediately, as long as you keep me safe, you can leave as soon as possible."
"Hmm..." A fist hit Chu Qin without warning, he couldn't help shrinking his body and groaned. The bald head squeezed his fist and sneered, showing no interest in the benefits he said.
"The golden microphone of Shengshi TV, the sound is really nice," Da Huangya walked in front of Chu Qin, stretched out his hand and pinched his chin, looked at him up and down, laughed and glanced at his crotch, "Would you like to Would you like to taste your brother's golden microphone?"
The maliciousness hidden in these words made Chu Qin alarm bells in his heart.
"What on earth are you trying to do?" Chu Qin asked them in a cold voice. As he said, he quickly observed the surrounding environment. It seemed that it was already dusk. Through the narrow lattice window on the wall, he could see the grass that reached his knees outside. There are only three of them, and there is only one of them. There is obviously no chance of winning if they fight recklessly. At this time, an old-fashioned mobile phone placed on the beer crate entered Chu Qin's line of sight.
"Hey, take a few pictures for you, don't be nervous." Big Yellow Fang said with a grin, reaching out and starting to unbutton his shirt. The man who had not spoken all the time raised the camera and pointed the dark lens at him.
"Go away!" Chu Qin twisted his body, avoiding Big Yellow Fang's hand, and kept turning his wrist while struggling.
"Stinky boy, don't toast, don't eat or eat!" The bald head obviously didn't have the patience, and kicked Chu Qin's chest. Chu Qin was kicked and slid quickly along the floor, and slammed into the old box behind him.
"Cough cough..." There was a sharp pain in his chest, Chu Qin curled up, unable to breathe, and only coughed twice after the sharp pain passed.
The bald head strode over, and the plastic hard slippers with their feet clattered, echoing in this empty warehouse, looking very terrifying.
The bald head grabbed his collar, raised his hand and tore off his expensive shirt, revealing a white chest with bruise marks on it, which looked a bit cruel and beautiful. The shutter sound of the camera sounded overhead, and the photographer had dutifully set up his posture.
"Boss, I'll come, I'll come," Da Huangya swallowed his saliva, squeezed his bald head away, and leaned in front of Chu Qin, "Come on, show brother your little gold microphone... oops!"
Without saying a word, Chu Qin suddenly slammed into his nose, the hard skull suddenly broke the fragile bridge of the nose, and Yellow Fang lowered his head to cover his nose in a conditioned reflex. When it was too late, Chu Qin jumped up, picked up the old box at hand, and slammed it towards the bald head.
The bald head didn't expect him to break free of the rope, and half a box of iron nails and screws smashed his head and face.
Chu Qin rushed out without hesitation, grabbed the phone on the beer box, and sprinted out of the window at a speed of 100 meters.
On the old windows, the glass is not whole, but the old glass is not tempered glass, it is very sharp, and Chu Qin can't help but paint it again. However, now he can't care so much. The warehouse is surrounded by weeds, and further ahead is the endless cornfield. Chu Qin burrows into the cornfield without even thinking.
The three people in the warehouse ran out immediately.
"Fuck, dare to run!" The bald head was very angry, he picked up a stick and chased after him.
The sky is already dark, this is a suburb, since there is land, there must be a village going forward. Chu Qin bowed his body, let the cornstalk hide his head, and ran forward desperately.
The sound of heavy breathing from the bald head came from behind. Chu Qin often played obstacle course on the TV station, and his body was very flexible. The cornfield was unexpectedly large. After running for a long time, Chu Qin stumbled over something and fell to the ground. He quickly shrank back and did not dare to make a sound. Looking down to see the stumbling thing, it turned out to be a stone monument painted with black and yellow paint.
"Boss, where's the person?" Big Yellow Fang's voice came from a distance.
"Damn, he can't run far, get a flashlight." The bald man said angrily. It was already dark, there were no street lights, it was pitch black. It was difficult for them to find Chu Qin for a while, and it was not easy for Chu Qin to escape.
The two were obviously looking in the wrong direction, and they walked further and further. After making sure that no sound could be heard, he took a deep breath and dialed the string of familiar mobile phone numbers.
"Hello?" There was a very impatient voice over there. The Zhong Yibin he knew was very educated. Even if he received a call from a stranger, he would answer politely, instead of being impatient at all like today. "Who?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Chu Qin almost shed tears: "I..."
"Chu Qin!" The people over there immediately heard his voice and became excited, "Where are you?"
"I'm in a cornfield outside an old warehouse in the suburbs. I don't know the exact location, but there is a natural gas pipeline monument with the words '928' written on it." Chu Qin said in a low voice, pricked up his ears to pay attention to the surrounding movement.
"I see, don't be afraid, I'll find you right away." Zhong Yibin's low and steady voice successfully calmed his heart. Chu Qin hung up the phone and huddled deep in the cornfield.
The pain in his body was overwhelming at this moment, he gritted his teeth and did not dare to make a sound, he sat down on the ground and gathered some strength. Summer nights are not cold, insects are chirping one after another, and the surroundings are too quiet to be disturbed, for fear of causing noise. The pain in his chest became more and more painful, and the pain made his eyes dizzy, and he was groggy in the dark.
I don't know how long it took, and a rustling voice came from far to near, "Boss, here it is!" Huang Ya's voice suddenly came from behind, and a flashlight hit his face.
Chu Qin jumped up in shock. There was the light of the car lights in the distance, and he ran towards the car without looking back.
"Help—" Chu Qin had no strength, and his bald head was only three steps away from him. This feeling was so terrifying that he couldn't help but let out a terrified cry for help.
"Damn, where are you going!" The bald head raised the stick in his hand and slammed it towards him.
Zhong Yibin's off-road vehicle ran in front of the police car, rushed down the ramp, opened the door and ran into the ground.
"Chu Qin!"
"Bang!"
Exclamations, gunshots, and the muffled sound of sticks hitting bones all exploded in Chu Qin's ears at the same time. The expected pain didn't come, the body was tightly wrapped in a warm embrace, and there was warm liquid running down his neck.
Chu Qin turned back stiffly, and saw blood flowing down Zhong Yibin's forehead, winding across the handsome face. Then, the arm around him slowly lost strength, and the tall body fell forward softly.
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small theater:
"How to cure memory loss as soon as you hit your head"
Attack: Who are you
Chu Qin: (serious face) I am your father
Gong: . . . alright, alright, I remember