"Where is this?"
"Woooo, is there anyone! Let me out!"
"Hey! Help!"
Jiang Zhao's forehead twitched.
The first time he woke up, he didn't open his eyes directly.
The kidnapping this time was different from Han Tingfeng's play house. He could smell dust and mildew. His hands and feet were tied up with ropes, and his face was still lying on the cold ground. It is estimated that the kidnappers threw him I haven't moved since I came here.
He listened quietly for a while, but there was no other movement, only a young boy next to him kept howling.
Jiang Zhao finally couldn't help it anymore: "Hello."
The boy beside him was taken aback for a moment, and then screamed even more fiercely: "Ghost—"
"Shut up," Jiang Zhao interrupted him neatly, "Come here, help me up."
Perhaps because his voice was too calm, the boy's wailing was immediately choked. After a moment of stupefaction, he quickly moved to Jiang Zhao's side with his hands and feet, and then tried hard to push Jiang Zhao's shoulder with his tied hands in front. Turned him over.
Jiang Zhao: "..."
He took a deep breath, finally found a point of strength, and used his abdominal strength to sit up from the ground.
As soon as his face turned around, the boy was stunned. Even though the overly stunning face was covered with dust, it was still very eye-catching. He almost yelled again, but Jiang Zhao's death stare blocked him back.
The boy held his neck, his face was pretty and pretty, but he was blushing at the moment and didn't dare to say a word.
Jiang Zhao felt like he was bullying a child, and sighed: "Don't hold back, just say something."
"Idol!!" The boy shouted immediately, and then lowered his voice, "You, you... can you sign me later?"
His sparkling, excited eyes, as if he had succeeded in chasing stars, did not look fake.
Jiang Zhao: "..."
He looked at each other for a while with his little fan, whom he met unexpectedly, and for the first time began to wonder what his fans really were, how could there be such a heartless person who was kidnapped and came to ask for an autograph.
"I'll sign it for you when my hands are free." Jiang Zhao recovered from his speechlessness, his eyes fell on his hands, and he paused, "Why are your hands tied in front?"
The boy straightened up his chest immediately, looking quite proud: "Idol, I actually learned to dance! Just twist it from behind like this!"
As he said that, he performed the classic dance move over the shoulders for Jiang Zhao, turned his arms to the back on the spot, and twisted them back as if showing off.
This scene was scary to look at, and it made my bones ache, Jiang Zhao quickly stopped: "It's ok. What's your name, why are you here?"
He can still understand that he was kidnapped, but where did this child come from
Only then did the boys recall their situation, and immediately became depressed from the enthusiasm for chasing stars, and explained to Jiang Zhao the ins and outs of being kidnapped. His name is Wei Yu, he is 17 years old, and he is an ordinary high school candidate in No. 1 Middle School in Beijing. On the way home from evening self-study, he was suddenly hit with a stick in the alley, and he woke up in this warehouse.
Wei Yu is a talkative person, so Jiang Zhao looked around at the surrounding environment while listening to him. This is a very empty factory warehouse, the area is not too big, the ground is full of dust, there are only a few rusty containers that have been placed for an unknown how long, and some messy toilet paper balls, mineral water bottles and other garbage are thrown in the corner. .
There was no wind in the warehouse, and there were no windows of any kind, just a closed door, apparently sealed.
What is completely inconsistent with these is the thing at the door.
It was a square white robot half the height of a person. It was new at first glance. The white shell was spotless, and it looked a bit like a small robot car that automatically delivered express delivery.
But it is obviously smaller and more refined, and there is a black display that shows nothing in the position belonging to the robot's "face".
"drop-"
As if feeling Jiang Zhao's gaze, the robot suddenly "woke up", and a smiling face with black and white lines appeared on the screen, and its head turned directly to Jiang Zhao's direction: "Good morning, Mr. Jiang."
"Morning. Although it may not be too early," Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Huo Shu?"
He was talking casually one second ago, but called out the name illogically the next second.
The robot couldn't give him any response in expression, but the brief silence made Jiang Zhao sure that the person talking to him was Huo Shu.
This kidnapping was planned by Huo Shu.
He and Huo Shu had no grievances or enmities, and they only met once. Even if the other party was an anti-social madman who attacked indiscriminately, at least it would depend on how much the Jiang family feared him because of their status in the capital.
But Huo Shu didn't, which means that for Huo Shu, there are more important goals above Jiang Zhao that attract him to do it, so he would rather pay the price of offending Jiang's family and complete it.
Excluding the two elders of the Jiang family, who could Jiang Zhao's safety most directly threaten
The people on both sides were silent for a few seconds, and then Jiang Zhao spoke first: "Your target is Xiao Siye."
He used declarative sentences, obviously already very determined.
Seeing this, Huo Shu stopped pretending, and the electric voice came from the little robot, and said with a chuckle: "It's easy to talk to a smart person like Mr. Jiang. It's not surprising that the elder brother likes you."
Although he had made all the bloody preparations, the "big brother" still made the corners of Jiang Zhao's eyes twitch slightly.
Xiao Si is also the young master of the Huo family whom he has been unable to find out? !
Then the family relationship that this person told him before...is it all nonsense?
While his heart was surging, the kid Wei Yu beside him was already stunned.
First of all, hearing the name of the idol's opponent from the reason why the idol was kidnapped is already scary enough.
Wei Yu has always been Jiang Zhao's loyal fan. Recently, the variety show "Morning in the Country" is booming. It became a trending search as soon as it aired. A large number of passers-by and not-so-resolute Wei fans started to like him. The CP of the idol and the opponent, and Wei Yu has always been very disdainful of this, and firmly believes that this must be a script, and the interaction between the idol and the opponent is only the task of the program group.
But when he heard the phrase "Brother will like you", Wei Yu didn't know the ins and outs of it, but seeing Jiang Zhao's unconcealable shock, he immediately understood.
His idol's opponent actually really... likes his idol!
Nana, his idol himself—
Wei Yu looked at Jiang Zhao subconsciously, but saw that the latter was still staring at the robot: "So you want to blackmail him with me? Force him to choose between his boyfriend and the Huo family, right?"
The voice of boyfriend seemed to be an invisible heavy punch, which directly shattered Wei Yu's soul.
Ami tofu.
All this must be just a dream... Wake up, he really isn't touched at all...
Jiang Zhao didn't have time to pay attention to the little fan who was about to faint. He only felt that the anger in his chest was going to explode him.
But the angrier he got, the calmer he became, as if sparks were about to burst out from his affectionate eyes, he stared at the robot's face motionlessly.
The robot let out a very humane laughter. Although the laughter was electronic, it sounded a bit like the uncanny valley effect: "Yes, but it's not just you, Mr. Jiang."
"I just want to do a little experiment. Tell me, will the majestic and irreversible Patriarch of the Huo family accept a murderer's grandson, or a grandson with disabled legs?"
His voice was very pleasant, like an innocent child who got a flawless white paper, so he could dip his hands in ink and smear on it as much as he wanted, "Which one will become the biggest heir of the Huo family in the future?" Stain... What do you think, Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Zhao's pupils shrank slightly.
"So, you are jealous that Xiao Si also snatched the position of the Huo family's heir," Jiang Zhao continued to stare at him, "The original position was yours, but you had a car accident and your legs were disabled. The old man of the Huo family thinks that you I can no longer serve as everyone, so I hand over all your original possessions to Xiao Siye. Is that so?"
Huo Shu said "Oh?", as if a little surprised: "You really guessed it all, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Zhao looked at the robot not far away without saying a word, with no expression on his face:
"But I guessed wrong."
The robot was silent for a moment.
If he was a real person, maybe he could still catch a trace of astonishment on his face at this moment.
"Xiao Si will not steal other people's things for no reason," Jiang Zhao said in a low voice, "so Mr. Huo insisted on him taking this responsibility, because he can't entrust it to other people, especially you. "
"You really trust him." Huo Shu chuckled, with a cold tone, "Mr. Jiang, do you think you really understand your so-called "boyfriend"? "
Before the words were finished, the expression on the robot's face suddenly flickered and turned into a small video player, and then the robot walked slowly in front of Jiang Zhao.
"See clearly," Huo Shu's calm voice was faintly trembling with extreme excitement, "Mr. Jiang, this is the real face of your "gentle gentleman" boyfriend. "
In the picture, in a car, several tall and burly M countrymen dragged a dead dog-like body down. Jiang Zhao recognized it almost instantly—it was Han Tingfeng.
And the person who dragged him, while laughing, fiddled with his head with a baseball bat, and told him, "The boss won't let us let you go" amidst his begging for mercy.
The following voices were all drowned out in one after another gradually weakening screams.
The screams rang out for a long time, and the muffled sound of heavy objects beating was also very clear.
Jiang Zhao's eyes fell on the bloodstains spreading on the ground, and he trembled slightly.
He knew that Han Tingfeng was not dead, but no matter what, he definitely couldn't live like a normal person.
This video lasted for more than ten minutes. After the playback, Huo Shu's voice sounded softly, like a poisonous snake with honey in it:
"Next."
The screen changed.
In the dark underground boxing arena, a strong man close to 1.9 meters suddenly fell to the ground, and then he was pulled by the short hair on his head by a masked man with not exaggerated muscles but with the strength of a beast, and slammed into him hard. Concrete pillars at the corners.
That's not a special effect of a movie, the person is not a stand-in, and the pillar is a real solid pillar.
At the first impact, the strong man was still howling and begging for mercy, but soon he could not make a sound, because his teeth were also smashed, and blood mixed with blood remained from the pillar.
Seven or eight times in a row, the strong man passed out completely, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. And the person who covered his face was calm as if he just went downstairs and threw a piece of trash. He stood motionless in the midst of countless applause, screams and whistles that surrounded him.
"I heard that this person was beaten by the elder brother, and he will have to live in the hospital with a urine bag in his next life?" Huo Shu chuckled, "As expected of the number one in the underground boxing arena, if I were in the audience, I would definitely Will you be cheering for him?"
"Okay, next one."
Everything in the picture, Xiao Si is also sitting in a conference room, wearing a suit and leather shoes.
At that time, he hadn't quit smoking, and the sparks around his lips were flickering, and his expression made Jiang Zhao feel a little strange.
Those amber eyes were devoid of any usual tenderness and affection, their eyes were like knives, wrapped in a layer of calm coldness, sharply pressed against the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground in front of him.
"Young Master Xiao, Young Master Xiao, please, please let me go..." The middle-aged man was wearing a decent suit, but he was almost limp on the ground, crying, "I have a two-year-old daughter at home... My mother , she, she is cancer, she can't hear the news of my bankruptcy... "
And Xiao Si just frowned slightly, the toe of the handmade leather shoes avoided the hand that the middle-aged man was trying to reach out.
In the next second, he bent down slightly, took off the cigarette near his lips, and directly lit the cigarette butt on the back of the middle-aged man's hand.
"Do you have family... what does it matter to me?"
With a shrill voice, he directly extinguished the cigarette butt on the back of the opponent's hand. Then he stood up, the neat tailor-made suit was still spotless, his men helped him put on a black overcoat, and lit a cigarette for him again.
He bit his new cigarette and left surrounded by his subordinates without even looking at the people behind him.
"I heard that this fat man jumped from the twelfth floor," Huo Shu's voice sounded again in time, "I fell so badly that my intestines flowed out on the spot, tsk tsk..."
"Next."
Now even Wei Yu, who was shrunk beside him, couldn't stand it anymore. He noticed that Jiang Zhao's face was obviously a little paler than before, and it was obvious that there was a tendency to lose blood.
He couldn't help shouting at the robot: "Don't let it go! What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing playing these videos? Are you a psychopath..."
"Wei Yu."
Jiang Zhao interrupted his passionate output, Wei Yu shuddered suddenly, before recovering from the surprise and worry that his idol called his name, he heard Jiang Zhao say:
"Let him continue."
Huo Shu let out a very pleasant laugh.
"Mr. Jiang—I really admire you more and more."
—
at the same time.
Xiao Si also stared at the screen coming from the phone, his face frosty.
All the subordinates around lowered their heads, and no one dared to speak. Only Scar, who stood at the front and followed Xiao Si for the longest time, had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak:
"Master," Dao Scar asked in a low voice, "Huo Er over there... I request a video chat with you."
Xiao Si also stared at the video on the phone, some of which he didn't even know when it happened.
But Huo Shu insisted on collecting them from every corner, edited them together, and sent them to him.
Sure enough, a mouse is always a mouse, and even the threats are so unreasonable.
But he had to admit that this trick really worked.
He wasn't worried that Huo Shu would post the video on the Internet, and he didn't care if he broke the news, but he was worried about that person.
His boyfriend... If you see this video.
What would he think
"Connect."
In the last few seconds when the video was automatically hung up, Xiao Si also spoke.
The screen flickered, and Xiao Si also's eyes fell on the screen, and suddenly straightened.
And a playful electronic voice came from outside the screen, giggling: "Brother, I have already watched the video for Mr. Jiang, do you want to know what he thinks?"
"Mr. Jiang, do you have anything to say?"
Jiang Zhao was silent for a long time.
He gently raised the pair of very long eyelashes, under the eyelashes are a pair of affectionate eyes, which Xiao Si has seen countless times.
But this time, he silently held his breath.
He saw Jiang Zhao blink his eyes a few times very slowly, as if he had just escaped from the emotion of the video. Even though he had no expression, he could see the heaviness and exhaustion in his expression.
"Xiao Si too."
His voice was hoarse.
Xiao Siye's mind was shaken suddenly, as if something was broken all over the ground.
The calmness that could have been maintained has been broken. He moved his slightly trembling fingers under the table, trying to keep his expression as calm as usual:
"Xiao Zhao."
"Now is not a good time, wait for me to pick you up, can I explain to you?" His voice was gentle and gentle, as if he was afraid of startling a flower or a leaf, "wait for me...to meet you .”
"Everything... I'll tell you all about it."
Jiang Zhao looked at him expressionlessly.
When he heard Xiao Si also speak, he remained motionless and didn't even blink his eyes, like a rusty robot.
When he finished saying this, Jiang Zhaocai seemed like a robot had finally injected fuel, touching his lips up and down:
"I do not want to hear."
Xiao Siye's smile suddenly froze on his face.
He was like a child whose vase had been smashed, with a moment of bewilderment in his eyes, which he tried his best to cover up, and then said softly, "Xiao Zhao, there is something wrong with those videos, there are indeed some misunderstandings..."
"Brother," came Huo Shu's voice, "do you want to explain to my sister-in-law through video? Such an important matter should be said in person."
Xiao Siye's voice suddenly turned cold a few degrees: "What do you want to do?"
Huo Shu: "Go downstairs now, my people will pick you up, put down all your weapons, and follow my people alone, and I will send you to Mr. Jiang."
As he spoke, he chuckled, "Don't worry, I haven't seen the show I want to see the most, and I won't let you die on the way."
Xiao Si also heard this, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Come on, brother, do you want to choose Mr. Jiang—my dear sister-in-law, or choose to continue to delay and let your people find my hiding place? But I want to remind you first, wait for your people to open the door moment of—"
"boom."
"The bomb I put in the robot will explode, crackling."
Wei Yu's face immediately turned pale, and his neck, which was still in front of the little robot just now, immediately leaned back eight feet, and he tried his best not to cry out.
And Huo Shu's laughter was particularly clear: "Then which way do you choose, big brother?"
Jiang Zhao looked up at the screen again.
His face was pale, as if he had been hurt by the previous deception, his lips that lacked water moved slightly, and he only uttered a single word that was extremely disappointed and always hurt people more than any other language:
"roll."
Xiao Si also's eyes trembled fiercely.
"Xiao Zhao...Jiang Zhao," he stood up suddenly, staring at the side face in the video that only left him with a jaw line, his voice was hoarse, like a trapped beast that had lost its treasure, "wait for me."
"I'll go find you."
The author has something to say:
Hold on, I'm a sweet writer, hey;
Although I really want to spoil it (being beaten;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!