The door behind you is closed.
She couldn't help but look back. It's as if the tryst is over, and they will go their separate ways immediately. He always felt alienated and indifferent at times.
With his words floating in Wen Han's mind, he was not at ease. He knocked on Agassi's door and asked her if she wanted to find something to eat? Agassi had just made up his sleep and woke up, also hungry, and went downstairs with her arm in arm.
But the lobby in front of him unexpectedly turned into another world.
People are everywhere.
Wang Wenhao even stood at the door, huddled in the crowd.
The Chinese-American boss was so busy that his forehead was sweating.
The local language for a while, English, Japanese, Korean, etc. for a while, the eighteen languages took turns, and they kept explaining to everyone: "I really don't have a room."
The boss was busy for a long time, and finally sent a batch away.
Hearing that Wen Han said he was going to have dinner, he was about to cry without tears: "Several, Nepalese people are meditating in their dreams, so you have to eat dinner. Hey, no more," he pointed to the empty cabinet behind him. , "There's nothing left."
Wen Han was hungry and wanted to go to the street to take a look, but was stopped by the boss: "The general strike is not a joke, don't run around." She thought that Cheng Muyun had said the same thing, and also felt that it was dangerous outside: "Forget it, Anyway, there are biscuits in the room, so let's get together at night."
"But I want to eat something hot." Agassi asked Wang Wenhao for help.
Wang Wenhao was a little absent-minded, looked at his watch, and said to Agassi, "I'll go out and have a look. If I have something to eat, I'll bring you back." Agassi pulled Wen Han to catch up: "Let's go together, the atmosphere here is too lethargic. People are suffocating."
Wang Wenhao frowned and wanted to refuse.
The light bulbs in the lobby went off without warning.
"Oh my God!" someone was shouting, "this damned place, the power goes out again." "What a fucking place, what age, and there's still a general strike." "Yeah, I would have stayed in India if I knew it!" "I I just came from India, the hotel in India is too dilapidated! I didn't expect it to be more troublesome here, and there is no room."
It's all complaining.
"Go, don't stay here anymore, it's going to start a fight," Agassi pulled Wen Han out of the crowd in the dark, ran into the alley, and took a deep breath, "I swear, I'll be back tomorrow. Kathmandu. Let's find something to eat first."
But walking out of this alley, the surrounding scene is even worse than the hotel.
At this time, they all understood what the boss said about the general strike. The moon was dark, and the simple streets were full of barricades set up by demonstrators, made of stone, as well as wood and cloth bags filled with soil, blocking all the way forward.
The very broken car blocked both sides of the road, and the inside and outside of the car were full of dark-skinned locals.
Not far away, the police were armed with high-pressure water cannons, loaded with live ammunition, and stood guard.
There was no light, no street lamps, and people could not be seen more than ten steps away.
She suddenly thought of those horror movies in the West. Usually, nothing good will happen at this time.
…
A dark arm pulled Wen Han, and Wen Han was so frightened that he avoided and crashed into the car behind him.
A roar, scolding them.
Wen Han kept bowing and saying sorry, his face turned white with fright. She grabbed Agassi's hand tightly and pulled her back, but before she took two steps, the crowd became chaotic.
A sudden commotion, crowding, hit them.
The two were squeezed into the corner, looking at each other in panic, clasping each other's hands tightly. Before the next impact, Wen Han glanced at the entrance of the alley and rushed over with Agassi.
fortunately.
fortunately.
Not far, but can come back.
She panicked and saw that the crowd behind her had collided with the police who were maintaining order.
She didn't dare to delay, she walked forward quickly.
I thought I could go back to take refuge, but I didn't expect the front door of the small hotel to be closed, apparently locked by the boss. She looked around blankly: "Do you know where the back door is?"
"The back door? Where is the back door?" Agassi was also frightened and wanted to pat the door.
"Where have you been?" Someone asked in the darkness.
Wen Han was dumbfounded and turned around, it was Wang Wenhao.
"Go find something to eat!" Agassi gasped, "Why is the door locked? How do we get back?"
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Wang Wenhao looked at them and took off his glasses.
He was thinking, how to send the two of them back to the hotel first, and then take this batch of lost things and-
In the darkness behind him, a dagger stretched out and touched his neck.
At the same time, there were also two arms, which went around between Wen Han and Agassi's necks and pinched their necks.
"Don't move." Someone whispered in blunt English.
For a while, all conversations disappeared, and in the alley, no one dared to move, looking at each other in panic.
Crowds roared and slammed into the streets.
No one will notice here.
Wen Han was so frightened that his face turned pale, the wound on his shoulder was severely pressed by the person on his back, and his body trembled in pain: "We are tourists..."
"Shut up." The people behind her yelled at her.
She looked at the people who subdued Wang Wenhao and Agassi in horror, and recognized them as two of the Kirgiz speakers in the corridor!
She was breathing heavily, only the shadow of a person in her mind.
Only him. Like the last straw caught when drowning, thinking of him, I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. He said, he promised, he would definitely come back, he would definitely send himself out safely... away from Lumbini.
Because of this thought, her heart beat a little faster than her physical limit.
Even started to feel suffocated.
Suddenly, two heavy objects were thrown from the terrace.
The splashed gravel hit Wen Han and Agassi in the face, and the two of them screamed again in fright.
The two things that fell were Cheng Muyun and Meng Liangchuan, whose bodies were almost half-stained with blood. They were tied with ropes on their upper bodies and threw them to the ground blindfolded, as if they were seriously injured.
It was just that when he was thrown down, Meng Liangchuan groaned, but Cheng Muyun was like a dead person, without even making a sound.
Wen Hanru was struck by lightning, all eyes were on Cheng Muyun, who was covered in blood.
His words swirled in her ears.
Little trouble, he said that he caused little trouble, is this the so-called little trouble!
The sudden panic rushed frantically from the blood and penetrated into the internal organs. She only felt that the world was spinning for a moment.
sink to the bottom.
Almost fainted.
"What are you looking at!" The man behind her kicked her knees hard.
Wen Han lost his voice and knelt on the ground. Wang Wenhao struggled immediately, roaring, "Don't embarrass the woman, just tell me if you want money!" The man was stunned for a moment, then quickly swung the dagger hilt, smashed at Wang Wenhao's temple, and smashed him to the ground. Wang Wenhao covered his head, blood dripped down his fingers, he just stared at the man viciously.
Another spat: "No, we angered the police and asked foreigners to accompany them and leave Lumbini. Be honest, we'll let you back."
After he finished speaking, two black figures immediately stepped forward and tied Wang Wenhao with the same technique. Just as he sealed his mouth, Wen Han suddenly stood up: "Take me away... let him go."
She clenched her fists tightly, but she couldn't help shaking.
It was a matter of thought, and she had no idea why she did it.
In exchange for Wang Wenhao
Do not.
It was for him, the man who no longer knew how many injuries he had suffered.
What can we do when we are taken away together? She didn't know it at all.
It was just a huge force in her heart that supported her to stand up. She understood that they were going to detain a few foreigners and make sure they left Lumbini. Once you get out of here, you can let her back.
But why did they tie Cheng Muyun, why
Wen Han, don't think about it, don't think about it anymore, it's very simple, they just need the hostages to ensure that they can escape smoothly when the police -
She was shaking all over, she couldn't believe she did it, but she did.
"Wenhan!" Wang Wenhao shouted in Russian: "Don't mind me!"
Someone kicked him hard, took out a towel and stuffed his mouth, black tape completely sealed his mouth, Wang Wenhao's eyes widened instantly, staring at her tightly, shaking his head sharply.
Wen Han didn't wait to see his action, but he was pushed hard against the wall and tied his hands and feet.
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Wen Han has been on the move since being carried onto the street.
It was dark and bumpy all the way, and she only felt the pain in her abdomen, and there was endless darkness in front of her.
Those few people never talked.
There were the sound of water, the barking of beasts, and all kinds of strange sounds along the way. She listened carefully at first, but then she felt a clammy feeling on her shoulders, the wound began to bleed, and she gradually began to lose her judgment.
By noon, these people finally arrived in a humble little village.
They threw everyone into a dilapidated house and let them guard them, but Wang Wenhao was the only one who took away.
After entering a decent house, the middle-aged man came up to loosen Wang Wenhao, laughed, and asked him fluently in Kirgiz: "My friend, your woman is really beautiful, if it wasn't yours. Woman, I will definitely keep her by my side."
Wang Wenhao took the glasses handed by the other person, wiped them clean, and put them on: "How do you know she is my woman?"
"The woman who came forward when you were about to be kidnapped shouldn't have anything to do with you." The leader clearly smiled, showing his teeth, and the gesture of smiling without a smile made people chill from the bottom of their hearts.
"My agreement is to get my things back and kidnap the two men, not the women," Wang Wenhao was obviously in a bad mood. "Don't tell me, you just want to take a closer look at what my woman looks like."
"No, no, I just want to fulfill your great love."
Several men in the room laughed wantonly.
"Or, did I suddenly discover that there is a woman who can restrain me and bring it here specially to ensure a smooth transaction?" Wang Wenhao didn't bother to go around in circles with him, "I'm a smuggler, I'm in business, not a life-threatening madman."
The middle-aged man sat down and patted the wooden table: "Sit, my friend."
Wang Wenhao was alone, and even though he was full of anger, he didn't dare to really tear his face, so he had to sit down. The anger in the bottom of my heart is already accumulating and it is about to make people lose their minds. I originally hired two bodyguards, but I didn't expect to steal my things.
In the end, he was fighting alone, and Wen Han was involved.
"You even lost your own goods, which proves that you need to listen to us in Nepal in order to do this business smoothly. Are you saying that? My friend?"
Wang Wenhao was too lazy to talk about it, and went to the main topic: "How long will it take you to inspect my things?"
"Twenty hours, the jewelry you brought needs at least this time. You know that because of the strike, the traffic in Nepal is paralyzed, and my appraiser hasn't arrived yet." The leader bent his index finger and tapped on the table, "Let My people will take you to see the customs and customs, and give you a few of our women by the way. Yours will be in my hands for the time being. I'll send you off in twenty hours."
"Okay." Wang Wenhao agreed happily.
"What about those two men? What do you want us to do with them?"
"As you please, since you dare to steal my goods, there will always be some punishment."
…
Wen Han was sitting on a dry haystack, leaning against the wall behind her, fearful and painful. She could only keep comforting herself that it was okay, it was okay, they said the hostages would be released.
They just want a few foreign tourists.
Or maybe they're just the locals involved in the strike—
Suddenly someone walked in, she shrank subconsciously, there was cold skin on her shoulders, she wanted to hide, but the other party had already held her body.
The sound of scissors cutting the clothes, and then the gauze of the wound was torn off.
Someone is treating her wound.
She didn't dare to move, she felt a faint scent on her nose, like a woman. Women in Nepal are very conservative. Unmarried women will forbid men to touch their bodies. I didn’t expect the kidnappers to be so particular about them, so they actually let a woman bandage them.
"Her skin is so good." The other party was speaking in Kirgiz, thinking she couldn't understand.
"Outside women are all good," a man laughed, "but no matter how good they are, they are not as good as you."
The rest is romance.
After the man had bandaged her, he asked the man beside him if he wanted to feed her, and the man beside him answered no, and these people would leave soon.
The surroundings were quiet again.
She didn't know if it was day or night, because it was darkness in front of her.
All I know is that there is no one walking around.
Fear began to spread, unchecked, consuming her poor sanity.
Why exactly? Why bring them here, in order to avoid the police, they have all entered the mountains, why are they still not released...
Just then, a finger touched her cheek.
This feeling made her tremble instantly, but she soon realized the characteristics of this touch, too familiar, too familiar—
It's him... is it him? !
The tape on his mouth was torn off severely, and the white towel stuck in his mouth was thrown away.
She suddenly relaxed and wanted to open her mouth to ask if it was him, but her mouth was gagged.
It was a deep kiss that absolutely belonged to that man, no doubt, deep down the throat, as if to suck your soul out. Even this time, with some raging, he bit her lips to the lip and teeth, sucking and biting fiercely, biting her lips, sucking out the blood, the deep pain, and the desire conveyed—
Induced by him, she started kissing him back, as if giving him all the bumpy fears of the day.
As if only in this way, she knew she was safe.
She is safe as long as he is there.
"You're starting to learn to kiss, my dear," he began to lick the blood off her lips, turning to hold her small earlobe lightly, "in these Buddhist countries, it is always said that a good woman, Often blushing with shame, ashamed and frightened, I won't be hated... But I just like you as you are now. How do you let me leave you? How do you let go? If you follow me, you are likely to die."
Ask a question.
asking her. Not asking her.
She didn't know how to answer.
She herself has too many doubts, and she is about to come out with complicated guesses: "You—"
"You shouldn't know me. Wen Han, in the eyes of the man in front of you, there is no tolerance or kindness. Here, today, you will soon see that I am an evil ghost living in hell, or in other words, I'm... hell."