Qingqing fell on the bumpy rear seat, his hands and feet tied, and he was groggy and semi-conscious.
She didn't remember what happened, she knew that they were eating, but suddenly their head became dizzy, and then they fell asleep.
She woke up again, yes,'again', was tied up.
After being kidnapped three times in half a year, can she apply for a world record
Of course, this kind of ridicule could not be Xiao Qingqing's own, but Fu Sijin who fell next to her.
He was also tied up, and he happened to be in the same car with Qingqing.
This time the kidnappers were very cautious. They searched their bodies upright, and all the things that might have been installed with positioning devices were thrown away, to ensure that they would not overturn their cars this time because of these small electronic products.
Fu Sijin's consciousness was sober at first, perhaps because he felt that they had no ability to resist, and these kidnappers talked a little casually.
Let Fu Sijin know that they were with the group of people who kidnapped Qingqing in the museum before. To be precise, both groups were employed by the same person.
Why did you just use the term "in the beginning" to describe it, because Fu Sijin's current consciousness has gradually blurred.
There was a knife in his abdomen, and the blood kept flowing out. The kidnappers couldn't help him stop bleeding, so as the blood was lost, his body became weaker and weaker.
If this continues, he may lose too much blood and die.
But Fu Sijin didn't want to die, at least not now.
If he dies, what will Qingqing do
From the short confrontation Fu Sijin had just seen, all these people were desperadoes.
Qingqing is still so small and has no self-protection ability. If it falls into their hands, I'm afraid it will...
Gritting his teeth, Fu Si would forcibly terminate his conjecture.
He had to protect Qingqing, even if he died desperately, he had to survive until his father and the others came to save people.
"Ah... Ajin."
With the passage of time, the efficacy of Qingqing's medicine gradually faded.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and found that she was no longer in the bumpy car, but moved to a dark abandoned factory.
Quietly around, there was no one, except for a very familiar figure lying in the distance-Fu Sijin.
The blurred vision gradually focused. The moment he saw the wound on Fu Sijin's body, Qingqing's heart shrank fiercely, and tears fell.
"A-Jin...A-Jin, woo woo...A-Jin, take care of Qing Qing, Qing Qing is afraid..."
Blood, too much blood.
Take the abdomen as
In the center, Fu Sijin's whole body was soaked in blood, and this terrifying picture hit Qingqing's heart directly, making her painful.
It's too uncomfortable, what if... What if Ah Jin dies
At this moment, Qingqing strangely understood the fear of death.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
As if hearing the child's cry, Qingqing suddenly heard a struggling sob behind her.
She turned her head subconsciously, almost screaming loudly without being frightened.
I saw a female ghost with a disheveled hair lying behind her, and a motionless little ghost next to her was creeping towards her. This scene was extremely terrifying, especially in such a gloomy and dark old factory building.
Qingqing's goose bumps all over his body were frightened.
At this moment, the closed factory door suddenly opened, and a man dressed in black with his entire face hidden in the darkness walked in.
As soon as he saw him, Qingqing's small body trembled instinctively.
For some reason, she was very impressed with this person.
In other words, she is very familiar with this person's body shape. She seems to have seen the other person appear around her more than once.
The man who passed by at Director Gao's house before, the figure in the elevator of the farmhouse...
Each of them can be superimposed with the man in front of them and become the same person.
It turned out that the real murderer had been lurking beside Qingqing.
Fu Sijin opened his eyes weakly and looked desperately at the appearance of the real murderer.
The opposite did not walk directly to Qingqing's side.
Instead, he came to Fu Sijin first, picked up his collar with one hand, and slowly approached him with his face wearing a mask, and said in a dumb voice, "Long time no see, little guy."
"Who are you?" Fu Si asked, frowning.
"Who am I?" Han Dayu tilted his head to think, then smiled and said: "This question, you should actually ask your mother."
When he finished speaking, he turned around and said: "But in fact, you also know me."
"I don't think I have seen you." Fu Si looked back at the other side calmly, but looked at Qingqing worriedly from the corner of his eye.
"Have you never seen me?" Let go of Fu Sijin, letting him suffer from the pain and sweat from the wound after he fell.
Han Dayu stared at him condescendingly, with an indifferent tone: "Maybe you will be more familiar with this person, Huzi."
Hearing the call, a brawny man almost two meters tall with a hideous scar across his face took heavy steps and walked into the factory.
When he saw his figure, Fu Sijin's face gradually paled, and his whole body gradually began to tremble.
"How... You..."
The heart moved crazily, and the familiar pain surged up like a tide, instantly drowning him, suffocating pain.
"Long time no see, little guy."
Huzi grinned, showing a ferocious and somewhat abnormal smile, and the scar on his face was twisted, like an ugly bug.
"No... Impossible..."
Fu Sijin struggled to retreat, and the whole person was like a frightened bird, falling into a kind of stressful extreme fear.
The brain is in chaos, and the psychiatrist's words are ringing in my ears: You have suffered a very serious, long-term violent trauma when you were a child.
At the same time, childhood memories began to roll up frantically.
The huge hand that strangled the throat, the sharp pain of a fist on the body, and the threatening words in the ear.
"All this is a sin by your mother. If you want to hate, hate your mother."
Hate it, hate it, hate it...
Since the third grade of elementary school, this nightmare has been haunting him, making him grow old and his mother hates him, but he can't really hate it.
No one knows what happened to him. When he was young, Fu Sijin once thought of asking an adult for help, but his father didn't see him several times throughout the year, and his mother...
She was the main cause of all this, and the inexplicable knot prevented him from seeking help from her.
Especially when he is covered in bruises, and the other person is sitting high on the sofa, looking down at him indifferently.
He felt that an invisible abyss seemed to be drawn between himself and his mother.
They can see each other's existence, but you can't get through, and I can't get close.
Why... What if he
Why... It’s not someone else who has suffered this kind of disaster
Oh, it turned out to be because he had a mother who committed a terrible mistake.
Obviously knowing that the other party's words cannot be believed, but the long-term violent pouring still inevitably breeds gloomy thoughts.
The confrontation between reason and uncontrollable negative emotions gradually shaped his twisted mind over time.
He is a patient, desperately ill and hopeless.
Fu Sijin knew this well, but he couldn't save himself, he could only struggle in the deep quagmire.
"no, do not want!"
The sharp childish voice suddenly broke out and brought back Fu Sijin's free thoughts. He found that he was once again locked in his throat by these huge demonic hands, and the familiar feeling of suffocation surged up.
Without even the strength to struggle, Fu Sijin hung his limbs softly on the ground.
To be
…Killed
"No, stop! Let go of him, don't kill him!"
Qingqing struggled desperately, even if blood stains were worn out by the rough rope, she didn't stop, she cried loudly, trying to prevent these bad guys from killing Fu Sijin and killing... her son.
"Listen to this cry." Raising his hand to make Huzi stop moving first, Han Dayu closed his eyes intoxicated, immersed in the enjoyment of Qingqing's crying: "How wonderful."
Taking a brisk step, he jumped to Qingqing's side, instantly pinched her throat, and lifted her up.
Qing Qing!
Fu Si's eyes widened eagerly, and suddenly he grabbed the big hand clasping his neck with one hand.
Without paying attention to the movement behind her, Han Dayu grabbed Qingqing and shook her vigorously a few times, deliberately torturing her.
Qingqing's legs were suspended in the air, her short legs kicked weakly in mid-air, her face flushed with lack of oxygen.
The two fleshy little hands clasped the man's large gloved hand. It seemed that her potential was exploded because of the threat of dying. The trimmed nails could actually scratch the back of Han Dayu's hand through the gloves.
"Hiss!" Han Dayu was in pain and shook his hand subconsciously. Qingqing's petite body flew out at an angle, slammed hard against the pillars of the room, and slipped weakly.
"Mmm... Han... Han Dayu..."
The'female ghost' in the back saw this scene and immediately struggled violently.
Han Dayu took off his gloves in a humble manner, looking at the extra red marks on the back of his hand, his face was ugly.
He suddenly raised his head and yelled at the female ghost: "Shut up, bitch/people! I haven't counted you out about your cheating and gave birth to this bastard, so I'll be the first to kill you today!"
"Um..." With a cloth in her mouth, the female ghost said a little vaguely, but she still made people understand it: "You...remains conscientious... How many more people... are you...reconciled?"
For such a small child, this beast said that he would do it. Does this man still have a conscience
I regretted it more than once, how could I be blind in the past, and fell in love with a dog that is inferior to a beast.
No, scolding him is still an insult to the dog, at least the dog will not kill his wife and children!
It turned out that this female ghost who described the embarrassment was Han Weilan's mother.
Exasperated by the scolding, Han Dayu suddenly strode over, passed the mother of Han, and grabbed the unconscious younger brother Han.
"Since you are so good at scolding, then I will see if this little bastard is dead, can you still be able to scold you."
Mother Han was so frightened that she immediately struggled fiercely, shaking her head frantically, actually tossing off the rags in her mouth.
Seeing that Han Dayu had already taken out a small knife, the blade was cold and horrified, and she quickly screamed with horror.
"Stop it, stop it, he is not my child, he is the blue son, he is your grandson, your grandson, with your blood on him, stop it!"
"What are you talking about?" Han Dayu stopped his movements and looked at the child in his hand in disbelief: "This is... Is this my grandson?"
"Yes, you are the only man in my life. We have not seen each other for 30 years. It is impossible for me to give birth to this child alone. He is a blue child, but I don’t know who the father is. For the sake of fame, she forced her to put the child in my name and raise it as her younger brother."
It is inevitable that Han Dayu really hurt his grandson, and Han's mother didn't care about anything at all, and she put out the secrets and secrets that had been hidden for many years.