Seeing her like this, Dali cursed something Ji Nuan couldn't understand.
He probably meant impatient complaints like "trouble".
Ji Nuan went to the cooking tent. Dali kicked over the kettle set up outside the tent and told her to hurry up with his eyes. He was very impatient now.
Ji Nuan nodded to him. Most of the people here were extremely vicious. She had to be careful every step she took and not be easily offended.
Dali looked at her indifferently outside the tent, while Ji Nuan huddled inside, holding a small bowl, serving soup for herself with trembling hands, and then took a careful sip.
Seeing that she was really hungry, Dali stopped looking at her and let her drink, but still urged her with an impatient tone.
Ji Nuan pretended not to hear, and glanced out from time to time while drinking the soup.
While Dali went to grab a cigarette from another person outside the wooden house next to him and smoked it, Ji Nuan's hand quickly stirred in the pot, watching the boiling gud in the pot coming out. The bubbly soup suddenly overturned the pot with her hand, and the hot soup spilled out, hitting the backs of her hands and wrists. She screamed in pain, "ah" and her whole body The man fell backward and sat down on the ground.
Dali heard the sound and rushed back instantly. He opened the curtain of the tent and looked inside. He saw that the pot on the fire had been knocked over and spilled all over the floor. Ji Nuan sat down slumped with a face of pain and trembling. On the ground, blisters were instantly burned on the back of the hand. The large area was red and miserable.
Dali immediately cursed outside, walked in, picked up Ji Nuan's collar and pulled her up without mercy. Ji Nuan was almost dragged out of the tent by him.
After he came out, he was about to kick her. The old woman came back just at this time. She shouted and rushed over, freeing Ji Nuan from his hands. She looked at Ji Nuan's hands with distress. On the other hand, he also asked her a lot of questions, as if he was concerned, but also seemed to be accusing.
Ji Nuan really didn't understand this time. She could only try her best to make herself look particularly pitiful, innocent and scared. With a pair of red eyes full of tears, she looked at the old woman as if she was scared and aggrieved, and raised her head His hands, which were burned and covered in blisters, pointed to his belly and mouth, and then to the bowl that fell on the ground in the tent.
The old woman knew that she had not eaten much since she was captured yesterday. Seeing that Ji Nuan's hands were burned like this, let alone delivering food, it would be difficult for her to even move now. The old woman was worried. After Dali said a few words, Dali looked at Ji Nuan with displeasure and cold eyes, obviously not intending to let her go.
Ajib asked her to deliver food to Control, and in the blink of an eye, her hands were burned into such a virtuous state. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, this woman could not keep him now.
The old woman kept protecting Ji Nuan, so Dali turned around with a cold face, returned to the wooden house where Ajib was, and reported the situation.
The old woman helped Ji Nuan get up and kept talking in Cambodian. Her tone sounded like she felt sorry for Ji Nuan's hand, and asked her what was going on. Ji Nuan didn't make any sound and just kept her head hanging down. He followed her into the dilapidated wooden house next to her.
The back of Ji Nuan's hand now hurts so much when she is touched, and the burned area feels like fire. The old woman comes over with a needle, presses her hand forcefully, and cuts her open one by one. Ji Nuan is in pain. His whole body was shaking, but he was biting his mouth. This time, his eyes were not red from pretending to be afraid of being wronged, but were really red from pain, and tears were gathering in his eyes.
She had never suffered such excruciating pain in her two lives, and her lips were bleeding from her bite.
The old woman didn't know what kind of medicine she brought after that. It seemed to be this kind of powdered plant medicine that is exclusive to Southeast Asian countries. It was gray-white and sprinkled directly on the back of her hand. Then she cut off a strip from the bottom of Ji Nuan's white skirt. He wrapped it around the back of her hand and wrist, wrapped it up for her, and then patted her hand, meaning to let her rest tonight and not have to work anymore.
Ji Nuan nodded gratefully to the old woman. Out of the instinct of a "caught innocent person", Ji Nuan pointed in the direction outside the dense forest and looked at the old woman with a longing expression, meaning she wanted to know When can I leave here
The old woman looked at her with some sympathy, but shook her head.
Being caught in a place like this, there are only two ways, either to take care of the food, clothing, housing and transportation of these people here all the year round like her, or there is only a dead end and there is no chance of being let go.
The old woman left the house not long after, and Ji Nuan sat inside. She waited until the old woman was far away before she stood up and moved her wrist with some difficulty. The pain made her more aware of what she was facing now. situation.
She stood in front of the window and looked out. This was a camp made up of many wooden houses and thatched huts. It was in the deepest part of the jungle, surrounded by green plants, and covered a large area. Her vision was blurry in the night, and she could not clearly see the details of those houses. There was only one outline in appearance. There was a fire in the open space in the middle, and a circle of people gathered around it. They were eating and drinking with wine and meat, laughing loudly, and looking sharply at her direction from time to time. At a glance, it seemed that in Ajib's wooden house, everyone mentioned that they wanted to throw her on the bed to have a good taste, and they had officially put it on the agenda.
Ji Nuan felt colder and colder when she saw the guns on those people's waists.
This is not a peaceful country at all. There will never be such a place in China, but this is Cambodia.
In the next few years, many international rescue operations will be related to the civil strife in Cambodia. Numerous accidents have occurred in both the Mekong River and the Tonle Sap Lake. Ten years ago today, the security here was even worse than it would be ten years later. Worse, the peacekeeping situation here is not as thoughtful and complete as it would be ten years later.
If you want to leave, you can only save yourself.
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Outside the dense forest.
Feng Ling changed into a more fitted black outfit, with two silenced guns strapped to his waist. He was squatting down to tie his shoelaces, and at the same time he put the gleaming dagger in the sheath next to his boots.
"What are you doing?" Just when she was about to finish tying her shoes and get up to take action, suddenly, a black shadow cast in front of her eyes, and a pair of black leather boots stopped in front of her.
You don't need to look to recognize Nan Heng's voice.
Feng Ling did not raise his head, fixed the dagger on the side of his boots, touched the gun at his waist, stood up, and looked at the cold-faced man in front of him expressionlessly: "Ji Nuanjing has been taken away for a day and a night, I We have to go in and find her.”
"How did you get in? Stepping on the minefield?" Nan Heng looked at her coldly: "This dense forest is surrounded by minefields left over from the war decades ago, including new ones added by those people. District, before you found her, you were blown to pieces! Are you waiting for us to go in and collect your body?"