Ajib was about to snap his fingers when Ji Nuan saw that there was no one else in the wooden house, not even the old woman who had been protecting her before.
I thought I might really be dead this time, but luckily I didn't drag Mo Jingshen down.
She felt chills in her heart and slowly closed her eyes, but the sweat overflowing from her nose clearly revealed her fear and nervousness. This was not the instinctive reaction of a well-trained informant or base personnel.
Ajib glanced at her hesitantly again, but he still couldn't keep such a person, and was about to kill him first, when suddenly, Dali ran in from outside.
Dali didn't know what he said, and it sounded like he was speaking in a hurry.
Ajib paused while holding the gun, looked away from Dali, looked at Ji Nuan coldly, and said in English: "Control is our 'invited' distinguished guest. He has been four years old." Without food or drink, no matter how strong the mind or body is, it will not be able to hold on. Now the person has collapsed and will die at any time."
Ji Nuan still looked at him blankly, as if she couldn't hear anything.
Seeing that she always looked frightened, Ajib suddenly put away his gun with a look of impatience, turned around and said a few words to Dali in Cambodian, and left directly.
Ji Nuan's heart was pounding, and she didn't expect that she would escape death. The reason why she escaped death was that Mo Jingshen hadn't eaten or drank for four days, and it was he who laid Ajib on her by falling down. Part of his attention was moved away.
Ajib said that Mo Jingshen has collapsed now.
What does it mean to fall down
Did you faint or
Or something happened? !
Ji Nuan didn't dare to show her worry on her face. She just looked at Dali standing in the room with a fearful expression. Dali motioned her to get out of bed and follow him with his eyes.
Ji Nuan bit her lower lip and pointed to her hand that was still wrapped in gauze, meaning that she could no longer deliver food or do anything like this.
Dali impatiently kicked the wooden bed under her, knowing that she was mute and couldn't hear anything. He even murmured a few curses and urged her to follow him impatiently.
Ji Nuan had no choice but to get out of bed with a timid expression on her face, and followed him with her neck curled up as if she was afraid of death.
Dali took her to the wooden house surrounded by layers of Mo Jingshen again. Ji Nuan was a little worried that they planned to continue to implement the order given by Ajib last night, and was thinking about how to continue to avoid this kind of death. Suddenly, Ajib motioned her with his eyes to go to the stone table over there and put in the bowl of water.
Ji Nuan looked at him confused. Ajibu pointed at the water and then at the wooden house where Mo Jingshen lived. It was obvious that he wanted her to go in and deliver water.
Instead of delivering food, they delivered water instead? What's the meaning
The door of the wooden house was open at the moment. She remembered that she saw that Mo Jingshen's body had no traces of binding, but he didn't come out. Could he really have passed out
Ji Nuan slowly moved to the door of the wooden house and took a look inside.
He saw Mo Jingshen's always tall and tall figure sitting against the wooden wall by the window of the wooden house. His eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his lips were a little chapped and white. He was obviously suffering from severe dehydration and was already in a semi-conscious state. He did not lie down. , but insisted on sitting there and resting with eyes closed.
It turned out that their purpose was to let her go in and give Mo Jingshen water.
After Ji Nuan glanced at it, his eyes turned to the bowl of water on the rough stone table outside. He walked over and picked up the water bowl under Dali's cold gaze.
She didn't know if Mo Jingshen's refusal to eat their food and water was because he was worried that they would poison them, or if he was just resisting, but she was even less sure now whether there was poison in the bowl of water.
As Ji Nuan walked towards the wooden house holding the bowl, she suddenly seemed to lose her grip and some of the water in the bowl spilled out. It all splashed onto the back of her hand that was burned just last night. The pain immediately made her unable to hold the bowl, and the entire bowl The water spilled out instantly.
When Dali saw her clumsiness, he was about to go over and kick her. He even wanted to take out his gun and shoot her.
But I remember what Ajib said, Control completely rejected everyone here, but this captured woman was not one of theirs. And women have to be more careful than men like them. Now let her take care of Control, let her find a way to feed him water, find a way to make him eat, and save his life. That is the business.
Otherwise, if Control really dies like this, let alone those secrets that have not yet been obtained, if he dies, the ace in their hands that can threaten the XI base and the US police will no longer exist.
He must be kept alive!
Dali suppressed his temper, cursed, and asked Ji Nuan to fetch another bowl of water.
Ji Nuan stood up shakily, nodded to him repeatedly, then trotted to the artificially dug well near the cooking tent to get a bowl of clean water, and then carefully brought it over.
Dali glared at her and warned her not to delay, and asked her to go in quickly to give him water.
But after she entered, Dali and several others guarded the door and window, while keeping an eye on the situation inside. They also kept looking at the expressions of Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen, so as not to miss any suspicious clues.
Ji Nuan walked in and walked quickly to Mo Jingshen, trying to make the trembling movement in her raised hand smaller, but her trembling would not be regarded as excitement or nervousness by them, and they would probably only think that she was afraid. Fear.
She carefully brought the water to Mo Jingshen's chapped mouth. Even if the man didn't eat, drink, wash or sleep for four days, his breathing was much thinner than usual, but his breath was still warm against her hand. , a crisp, unique aura that belongs to Mo Jingshen.
Ji Nuan held up the bowl and tried to feed him water, but the man's lips were closed. Although they were not tightly closed, he could not feed him in even if he closed them lightly.
She had no choice but to speak, so she could only pat his shoulder gently with her hand.
Mo Jingshen's pale and handsome eyebrows furrowed. He didn't open his eyes. He just felt the water bowl at his mouth and turned away.
Ji Nuan was really anxious this time. She pressed the bowl hard against his mouth. She patted his shoulders to no avail, so she had no choice but to raise her hand and pat his face.
Normally, Mo Jingshen would have smelled the familiar scent on her body, and he would have noticed who she was.
But after four or five consecutive days of suffering and torture, even if his sense of smell had not failed, he might not be that sensitive in his current weak and dehydrated state.
Seeing that he never opened his eyes or opened his mouth, Ji Nuan simply pressed down his outstretched legs and sat down on his knees.
Finally, Mo Jingshen noticed the lightness and softness on his legs, frowned, and slowly opened his black eyes.