The moment Jiang Zhao woke up, he frowned.
My whole body hurts, especially my arms and the back of my neck, and my legs are heavy, as if I just ran more than ten kilometers.
He raised his arm and took a look, and found that his right arm was red and swollen, and he thought it was the same on his neck. These two places were touched by the electric shock device.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhao suddenly sat up from the bed.
Looking around, it was a rather large bedroom with black and white wallpaper. The bedroom was equipped with a piano, desk, ps5, and even a basketball in the corner.
The layout of this room was almost exactly the same as that of his bedroom in Jiang's house. The strange familiarity that came over his face made Jiang Zhao react for several seconds. The only difference is that there is no piano in his bedroom.
But he recalled something again, and his face darkened instantly.
It is indeed different from his current bedroom, because this room is decorated according to the way he was in middle school.
At that time, Jiang Zhao hadn't removed the piano from the room, nor had he thrown away the scores on the bookshelf filled with more than a dozen file folders.
As for why he appeared in a room that was very similar to his previous bedroom, it was of course Han Tingfeng's fault.
Jiang Zhao immediately lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but in the next second, he discovered the reason for his heavy legs.
On the white and thin ankles of the young man, a pair of heavy black shackles were tightly locked on the protruding ankle bones, weighing at least ten catties, and even had two scarlet marks. The skin tone is even more vivid.
As long as Jiang Zhao moved slightly, the chains between the fetters would collide with a crisp sound, as if he was monitoring his movements all the time to prevent him from thinking of running away.
He almost laughed angrily.
What is this thing? Is Han Tingfeng planning to treat him as a prisoner and lock him up here
Before he could get out of bed, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Han Tingfeng was wearing a shirt and trousers, with a gentle appearance, very much like his appearance on the stage. Holding a glass of warm water in his hand, he walked all the way to Jiang Zhao's bedside: "Xiao Zhao, you're awake."
Jiang Zhao looked at him coldly.
Han Tingfeng bent down with a smile, and brought the water glass in his hand to him: "It's easy to get thirsty after a long sleep, let's drink some water first."
Jiang Zhao stared at him for a few seconds, then took the water glass in his hand.
However, before Han Tingfeng had time to show any more smiles, Jiang Zhao raised the cup and poured water over his head.
A whole glass of water was poured on Han Tingfeng without leaking, ruining his well-groomed hairstyle and dress. But he was not angry, just still smiling: "It seems that Xiao Zhao doesn't want to drink water, I misunderstood."
Jiang Zhao looked at him indifferently without saying a word.
Han Tingfeng picked up the paper on the bedside, and he took out a few sheets, but he didn't wipe his body, but suddenly knelt down on one knee beside Jiang Zhao's bed, holding Jiang Zhao's ankle.
Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes and pupils, and immediately wanted to pull his feet back, but he was unable to break free for a while because of the hindrance of the fetters and the discomfort in his body.
He could only feel his scalp tingling as he watched Han Tingfeng move little by little, wiping off the splashed water droplets on his instep.
After wiping, Han Tingfeng suddenly lowered his head again, as if he wanted to kiss Jiang Zhao's feet.
Jiang Zhao directly lifted the quilt to cover his feet.
Han Tingfeng paused, then slowly raised his head, looked at him and laughed: "Everything about Xiao Zhao is so pleasing."
"Get out." Jiang Zhao was extremely disgusted by him.
Han Tingfeng stood up, but did not leave immediately, but said softly, "It's time for lunch soon, what would Xiao Zhao want to eat?"
Jiang Zhao sneered: "Do you think I will touch the things you prepared?"
"Don't worry, Xiao Zhao," Han Tingfeng said, "I won't drug you. As I said, I'm sorry for what happened back then, so I won't do it again."
"I'll wait until our relationship gets better before thinking about those things."
His eyes were gentle, but Jiang Zhao felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and even his skin shuddered.
Fortunately, after Han Tingfeng said this, he turned and left the room.
The house is well soundproofed. Jiang Zhao waited for a while, and finally lifted the quilt and got out of bed after there was no movement outside.
Fortunately, he was still wearing the clothes he wore last night. Judging by his body, Han Tingfeng probably didn't do anything to him after the electric shock. But unfortunately all his belongings were taken, even the studs in his ears.
What Jiang Zhao was wearing yesterday was the earrings given by the brand. If they are gone, they will be gone. His attention immediately shifted to other places.
He lifted the curtains that had been tightly drawn, but behind the curtains was not the familiar window, but a prison window.
The finger-thick iron rod is indestructible, with only half a palm-sized gap in the middle, firmly confining all possibilities of escape. Jiang Zhao could only see the forests outside the window, and there was no trace of human habitation. He didn't know where Han Tingfeng moved him to the wilderness.
Looking at the sky outside the window, it is indeed time for lunch.
Jiang Zhao regretted pouring that glass of water on Han Ting's limelight.
It has been almost ten hours since he was kidnapped by Han Tingfeng. He tossed and tossed for so long last night, and his body was still tired and sore from the sequelae of the electric shock. Now he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he urgently needed to replenish his strength.
He took a deep breath and looked around the room, which resembled his old bedroom.
This room was very similar to what he remembered, with a separate bathroom, but what was unusual was that there was a third door besides the bathroom door and the bedroom door.
Jiang Zhao stared at the door, everything here reveals the feeling of careful setting, so this door must be no exception, there are things Han Tingfeng wants him to see inside.
what is it
Jiang Zhao looked at the door for a while, then looked away, showing no interest.
A few seconds later, he suddenly turned his head and stared straight at a lucky cat model on the bookshelf.
This lucky cat is exactly the same as the one on his desk. It is smiling and dotted with colorful flowers. It looks very cute.
Jiang Zhao picked up the model without hesitation, looked into the black eyes of the Lucky Cat, and as expected, saw a miniature surveillance camera inside.
"Have you seen enough?"
Jiang Zhao said coldly, raised his hand and smashed the ceramic ornaments to pieces.
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half an hour later.
Jiang Zhao still didn't enter that door, but he was not idle during this period of time.
Dragging the heavy shackles, he turned over every corner of the room, including the bottom of the bed and the bathroom.
He was born with a very high sensitivity to the camera, not only was praised by a director for his ability to find the camera while acting, but also because the layout here is very familiar, he did not spend much effort to find it from the corners There are a total of eight tiny surveillance cameras.
Three of them even came from the toilet, shower and bathtub in the bathroom.
Jiang Zhao once again realized that Han Tingfeng is indeed a pervert.
It's just that he grew up with Han Tingfeng, and he didn't realize this in ten years. After Han Tingfeng returned to China, he also vaguely felt something was wrong in some minor details.
However, his long-standing self-confidence and habit of solving things alone eventually made him stumble.
With a headache, Jiang Zhao crushed all the cameras on the ground, thinking in his heart, maybe he should really wait for Xiao Siye.
But this thought only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared immediately.
In this situation, he has no one to rely on.
When he crushed the last camera, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
Jiang Zhao watched the door being pushed open expressionlessly, and Han Tingfeng walked in carrying a tray with several dishes of delicate meals on it, all of which Jiang Zhao liked.
He put the tray on Jiang Zhao's desk, and said softly, "Eat something, Xiao Zhao."
Jiang Zhao didn't move, and didn't even glance at the food he sent.
Han Tingfeng felt a little helpless immediately. He picked up another pair of chopsticks, took a bite of each dish, and asked, "Is it ready now?"
Jiang Zhao stared at him for a few seconds before walking to the desk, and glanced at Han Tingfeng again: "Go away."
Han Tingfeng smiled and took a few steps back.
Jiang Zhao picked up the other pair of chopsticks, bowed his head and started eating, but the chopsticks avoided where Han Tingfeng touched.
He urgently needs to replenish his physical strength now. If he remains hungry and weak, it will be very detrimental to his physical recovery and subsequent escape. Although what Han Tingfeng said was not credible, he had to gamble that the food was normal.
Moreover, Jiang Zhao realized later that Han Tingfeng seemed to like his cold face and bossy manner.
If he had become cautious because of being kidnapped, Han Tingfeng might do something instead.
To prove this point, Jiang Zhao glanced at Han Tingfeng lightly: "I want to drink water."
Han Tingfeng responded almost immediately, turned around and went outside the room to bring him a glass of water.
When Jiang Zhao raised his head to drink the water, he could clearly feel that Han Tingfeng's gaze had been firmly attached to him, revealing undisguised infatuation and greed.
He had goosebumps on his back, and after the meal, Han Tingfeng took out the rest of his meal and tableware like a loyal servant.
Every time he went out, he would close the door, and then there would be a "click" sound from outside the door.
After calculating that he should go far away, Jiang Zhao tried to press the doorknob, and then tried it with the toothpick that had just poked the fruit, but it didn't move as expected.
He sat back on the bed, feeling the physical recovery brought about by the rise in blood sugar, and his brain spinning rapidly.
He obviously couldn't get out of this room, and the shackles on his ankles made it even more difficult for him to escape. If he wanted to escape, the safest way was to wait for rescue.
His sudden disappearance will definitely be known to people close to him. With the Jiang family's financial resources and connections, as well as the work efficiency of the Beijing police, he will definitely be found within two or three days.
But what happens in these two or three days is an uncontrollable variable.
Jiang Zhao is not a character who just sits and waits for death. It is of course good to wait for rescue, but he wants to use his own strength to find a way out of this room.
He casually took a book from the bookshelf, pretended to read it, and thought about the way to escape.
After a while, Han Tingfeng went and returned.
Jiang Zhao didn't give him any glances, but Han Tingfeng consciously didn't approach him, but turned on the big TV screen placed on the low cabinet against the wall.
"Xiao Zhao," Han Tingfeng skillfully found out a game while holding the ps5 handle, "Come play for a while?"
Jiang Zhao frowned imperceptibly.
More than ten years ago, when they were still in middle school, Han Tingfeng would go to his house to play every weekend.
At that time, he felt that Han Tingfeng's parents were divorced, and his father had a particularly strict personality, and he would often discipline Han Tingfeng until he couldn't hold his head up, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with Han Tingfeng's clingy personality.
But thinking about it now, perhaps Han Tingfeng had already had strange thoughts about him at that time.
Once there is such a guess, all the good memories of the boyhood will be stained with a layer of dirty water in the trash can, and one can't help but feel disgusted at a glance.
Although Jiang Zhao was shocked in his heart, there was nothing unusual on the surface, and he smiled coldly: "What do you want to do?"
Han Tingfeng's face showed nostalgia, "I haven't played games with you for a long time, Xiao Zhao."
Jiang Zhao stared at him for a few seconds and said, "Unless you untie this thing for me."
Seeing him pointing to the shackles on his ankles, Han Tingfeng smiled: "Forgive me for not being able to promise you, Xiao Zhao."
Jiang Zhao's face suddenly became colder, and he looked away directly: "Then get out."
Han Tingfeng paused, and continued to persuade: "But if you are willing to take a look at that room, I can promise you."
"How do I know what the hell is in that house?" Jiang Zhao sneered, "Besides, I'm not interested either."
After a moment of stalemate, Han Tingfeng finally sighed: "Okay, then I will untie it for you."
Only then did Jiang Zhao turn around, put his feet forward, and signaled him to hurry up.
Han Tingfeng walked up to him and knelt down in front of him. Jiang Zhao stared intently, wanting to see how he opened the pair of shackles. After all, there was not even a keyhole in the pair of shackles.
Han Tingfeng's hands fumbled lightly for a moment between the two sections of the shackles, and suddenly an electronic prompt sounded "unlocked successfully" at both ends of the shackles, and then a fingerprint symbol lit up.
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Damn, this thing turned out to be locked by fingerprints
The ankle suddenly loosened, before Jiang Zhao could stand up, his right foot was suddenly held up by Han Tingfeng.
Jiang Zhao's expression changed, and he directly kicked Han Tingfeng in the heart.
He kicked hard all of a sudden, Han Tingfeng's face changed slightly, and he coughed violently.
He coughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath, and Jiang Zhao was a little shocked. Could it be that he was going to send this idiot to the west with one kick
This should be considered legitimate defense, right
However, Han Tingfeng recovered after a while, and after his breathing calmed down, he smiled again, but it was a bit hysterical: "Xiao Zhao, it's time for us to play games."
Jiang Zhao was a little horrified by his eyes.
He gritted his teeth secretly, stepped forward, and picked up a game controller: "Okay."
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Chenxing Entertainment, the top floor.
Xiao Si was also sitting on the boss chair, his amber eyes were fixed on the surveillance video on the computer. The blue eyes and bloodshot eyes did not hinder his overly outstanding appearance, but they were enough to show his exhaustion at the moment.
From yesterday to now, he has not closed his eyes for more than thirty hours.
Manager Rong Chun stood beside him, and opposite the desk stood a whole bodyguard in black suit with a terrifying appearance. These people have not made any noise since entering the office, not only because they are well-trained, but also because Xiao Si's aura is even more terrifying at this time.
In Rong Chun's impression, she has never seen Xiao Si get angry. In her impression, Xiao Si has always been polite and courteous, with a three-pointed smile when meeting everyone, and occasionally making some harmless jokes, very approachable.
However, Xiao Si at this moment is also like a dragon who has been bumped against the scales suddenly. The person who is usually smiling has no expression at this moment, and the gloomy and hostile energy exuding from his whole body is even for Xiao Si who has been a manager for five years. She was also almost out of breath.
"Where is the person?" Xiao Si also asked, his voice hoarse, "Have you found it yet?"
The head of the bodyguards stood up, with a scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his eye to his Adam's apple: "Master, I have sent people to search the mountains in the suburbs. There are seven or eight different roads in that place, all leading to different roads. direction, it will take some time.”
Xiao Si didn't respond either, he put on a ring that looked like obsidian on the ring finger of his left hand at some point, and slowly turned it with his thumb.
Scar's back felt cold, this was a sign that the young master was about to get angry, he quickly lowered his head: "We will definitely be able to find out tonight!"
Xiao Si also snapped his fingers: "OK."
His eyes glanced over the forehead where the scar was dripping with sweat, and looked at Rong Chun beside him: "Sister Chun, what's the matter?"
It was only then that Rong Chun remembered the purpose of his trip, and hurriedly said: "Just now... for what you ordered, let me contact Jiang Zhao's manager. I have already finished communicating with him, and they have already called the police. Yesterday All the trending searches at night have also been removed, and besides, there is no news about Mr. Jiang's disappearance, don't worry."
Xiao Si also nodded, and then showed a comforting smile: "Don't be so nervous, Miss Chun."
Only then did Rong Chun realize that he had even popped out his honorific title, so he had no choice but to return a smile.
But how could she not be nervous
A few years ago, Xiao Si also secretly purchased Chenxing Entertainment, and has long since become Chenxing's largest shareholder. Rong Chun is obviously the manager who has the most contact with him on weekdays, but no one knows, even she has never known Xiao Siye's family background .
She only heard inadvertently that standing behind Xiao Siye was the Huo family that everyone in the capital feared three times, and that Xiao Siye's surname followed his mother's.
However, she has always kept herself safe and never inquired about superfluous things, that's all she knows, and perhaps that's why Xiao Si felt relieved to let her work in this position for five years.
It's just that she never thought that Jiang Zhao, as Xiao Si's all-time opponent, was so important to Xiao Si. From Xiao Si's sudden proposal to appear on variety shows, to the subsequent nurturing contract, she has been shocked all the way to the present, and she has no idea what Xiao Si wants to do.
As if seeing through her thoughts at the moment, Xiao Si also said softly: "Sister Chun, don't think too much, it's just what you guessed."
Rong Chun was startled, and blurted out: "He's your..."
She immediately covered her mouth, regretting her slip of the tongue.
And Xiao Si just set his eyes on the surveillance video he watched hundreds of times, and after a long while, said: "Yes."
It is the treasure that the dragon has been guarding for many years.
It's his... hopeless.
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