Chen Xing opened his eyes. His head hurt, his eyes were sore, his temples were throbbing, his wrists were handcuffed behind his back, and he was thrown on a camp bed.
The surroundings are dark, the wall above the head is slanted, there is a small window nailed with a few pieces of wood, and you can see the bright sky outside.
He was locked in the attic on the top floor of a dilapidated building. The walls were black and moldy. There was no heating in the room. Chen Xing woke up from the cold.
He was kidnapped. Chen Xing turned his body sideways, sat up against the wall, moved his fingers, thinking about who tied him up.
The kidnapper opened the door and came in. He was a solid white man he had never met. In such a cold room, he was only wearing a coat and a vest. His muscles were knotted under the neckline. He was unshaven and looked very embarrassed.
"Are you awake?" The white man kept his feet on the bed, pinched Chen Xing's chin, and pulled him up.
Chen Xing rolled his eyes, put on a frightened look, and shrank back: "You, who are you?"
The strong man put his hand on his carotid artery and slid it: "It looks good, it just depends on whether Lin Xiucheng is willing to pay for your face."
Footsteps came from the door, Chen Xing raised his eyes, it was Lin Xiuyu, he was dressed like a white man, he looked like a homeless man sleeping on the street.
"Derrick, it's time to eat." He called the white man.
Derrick let go of Chen Xing, Chen Xing sat down on the bed, turned around and walked towards the door, he went out, saw that Lin Xiuyu didn't move, asked him: "Are you going?"
"I'll talk to Chen Xing." Lin Xiuyu crossed his arms and looked at Chen Xing.
Derrick patted Lin Xiuyu's shoulder knowingly, and persuaded him: "Don't be too harsh, and let him live to act like a baby with Lin Xiuyu."
Seeing Derrick walk away, Lin Xiuyu contemptuously said to Chen Xing: "Aren't you very good?"
Chen Xing buried his head in his knees, not looking at him.
Lin Xiuyu thought of how Chen Xing beat him up in the mansion before, even though Chen Xing was handcuffed, he didn't dare to approach him, he only dared to talk: "You better pray that Lin Xiucheng will pay you a lot of money, I consider letting you die with dignity."
Chen Xing raised his head and said to him coldly: "You guys think too much, Lord Xiu won't pay for me."
"How do you know if you don't try?" Lin Xiuyu was short-tempered and couldn't bear to provoke him, so he refuted him, "He loves you so much, we don't want much, if you say something nice, he—"
"Hey," Derrick went back and forth, "what are you talking to him about?"
The two left Chen Xing alone in the room and went to eat.
Chen Xing listened to the movement outside for a while with his ears open, and gradually got an idea in his heart.
Lin Xiucheng was restless and drove around the street. He didn't dare to go home because Chen Xing was still at home.
As he was driving across a bridge, his cell phone rang. He looked down, and it was Lin Sen's call.
Lin Sen must have something urgent to call him at this time. Lin Xiucheng pulled over and stopped the car, and picked it up.
"Master Xiu, something happened to Chen Xing." Lin Sen's tone was serious.
Chen Xing didn't like being followed, and he was very vigilant. After Lin Xiucheng asked Lin Sen to withdraw his people, he didn't send anyone to watch him anymore.
A few minutes ago, Lin Sen received a photo in his public mailbox. In the photo, Chen Xing was lying on a bed with his hands behind his back, looking like he had passed out. The email said: Please go home, Mr. Lin Wait for my call.
He immediately called Lin Xiucheng to report, and contacted someone urgently, and started to check the sender's email address. He could only find out that the email was sent from London, but he couldn't find the exact location.
At eight o'clock the next morning, Lin Xiucheng sat by the landline in the living room and stayed up all night, smoking one cigarette after another. Lin Sen wanted to persuade him to go to sleep, but he couldn't open his mouth because of the cold air surrounding him.
The marble-carved landline suddenly rang, and the crisp ringing broke the tranquility of the living room. Lin Xiucheng paused, quickly stretched out his hand to press the receiver, and waited with gritted teeth. Finally, the ringing stopped, and he did not answer it.
Silence returned to the room. Lin Sen felt that Lin Xiucheng's aura was so cold that he could kill him. He didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only stand aside and wait.
Five or six minutes later, the phone rang again, and Lin Xiucheng waited for it to ring five times before answering it.
His voice sounded very calm and relaxed, only the veined back of his hand revealed his nervousness: "Who is that?"
"Your little one is in my hands," Derrick said straight, "right by my lap."
"Oh? I have many babies, which one do you mean?" Lin Xiucheng asked indifferently.
Derrick seemed to kick something forcefully at the other end, Lin Xiucheng heard Chen Xing's heavy breathing, stood up, and clenched the microphone in his hand.
"Come on, say hello to your Mr. Lin." Derrick's voice was farther away, and he grabbed Chen Xing and told him to speak.
"Master Xiu, help me!" Chen Xing yelled into the phone in fear, with a hoarse voice, without dripping water for more than ten hours.
Lin Xiucheng heard Chen Xing's voice, even though he knew that Chen Xing was pretending to be scared, he couldn't help but closed his eyes as if he couldn't breathe.
Derrick took the phone back and asked, "Can you hear who's coming?"
"It's Chen Xing," Lin Xiucheng asked Derrick, "How much do you think he is worth?"
"I want one hundred three-carat white diamonds above IF and F, 20 million dollars in cash, and your promise to never trouble us."
Lin Xiucheng sneered when he heard this, "I think you are crazy."
After speaking, I hung up the phone.
Derrick's mobile phone was turned on, and there were Lin Xiuyu and another Derrick's person in the room. Hearing Lin Xiucheng's last words, his expression changed.
Derrick and Lin Xiuyu looked at each other, stepped forward and kicked Chen Xing heavily on the shoulder, cursing: "Fuck, I thought you were some kind of treasure."
Chen Xing lay on the ground, motionless.
"Let's fight another one," Lin Xiuyu said, "If you lower your requirements, he might agree. At least don't send people to chase us down."
He persuaded Derrick a few more words, and Derrick nodded. He spent a lot of time to catch Chen Xing, and he didn't want to just let it go.
"Leave him alone for a while, you watch him," Derrick said darkly, leading his men out.
Only Chen Xing and Lin Xiuyu were left in the room, Chen Xing muttered to himself: "I told you, he won't pay."
Chen Xing's sluggish appearance lowered Lin Xiuyu's vigilance
He walked over, pulled Chen Xing's hair up, and said angrily, "Don't you fucking think I don't know, he treats you well, asking him for a fraction is taking advantage of him."
The idea of catching Chen Xing was proposed by him.
When he was cornered by Lin Xiucheng, Derrick found him and provided him with a temporary refuge. In order to show his value, Lin Xiuyu vowed that Lin Xiucheng would give in for Chen Xing. Unexpectedly, Chen Xing arrested him. But Lin Xiucheng acted like a normal person, completely indifferent.
This kidnapping is their last-ditch effort, exhausting all available resources, and if this continues, there will only be a dead end.
Chen Xing's hair was very painful from being pulled by him, and some water was shining in his eyes, and he frowned and didn't speak.
Lin Xiuyu went mad with anger, and leaned closer to him: "Quickly tell me, is Lin Xiucheng just pretending? You guys are in collusion, right?"
Chen Xing looked at Lin Xiuyu's face close at hand, and said, "Yeah, idiot."
Before Lin Xiuyu could see clearly, something cold was wrapped around his neck.
Chen Xing had already uncuffed the handcuffs at some point, walked behind him, wrapped his hands around Lin Xiuyu's neck, tightly clamped his throat with the handcuffs, pressed his knees against his spine, and Lin Xiuyu let out a terrible "cluck" in his throat With a sound, his face was flushed, and his eyes were about to split. Soon, his pupils dilated and he lost his breath.
Chen Xing let go of Lin Xiuyu's head, and took the gun from his waist.
Derrick didn't know whether he was too careless, thinking that Chen Xing was really Lin Xiuyu's little pet, or he trusted Lin Xiuyu to take good care of him, so he went out with his subordinates.
Chen Xing went downstairs carefully. It was an old building with almost no people living in it. Next to it was an abandoned school, which was deserted. Fortunately, a garbage truck drove by.
With the last of his strength, he climbed into the car, climbed into the cabinet behind the car, and hid behind a garbage bag to pant. Chen Xing had a headache and chills all over his body. He probably had a fever. Bumping forward and leaving there, Chen Xing's spirit relaxed, and his consciousness gradually became unclear.
In a daze, Chen Xing felt that the car had stopped many times, as if he had reached a place where there were voices outside, and stopped again. He climbed out of the car, lost strength when getting off the tall truck box, and fell heavily to the ground.
He waited for a long time, and when the pain subsided, he sat up with his arms propped up.
It's snowing in London.
Chen Xing fell in an alley leading to the main road, snowflakes fell on his face one after another, it was cold and wet, which made his head clearer.
There is a telephone booth at the entrance of the alley. For a short distance, Chen Xing's leg hurts from a fall, and his calf tendons are cramped. He took a long time to reach it. His mobile phone was found and thrown out of the car, and his wallet was also confiscated. After taking it away, there were still some small change in his pocket. He put the money into the coin slot and dialed Lin Xiucheng's cell phone number.
Lin Xiucheng was going crazy waiting for Derrick's call back.
Once Derrick and Lin Xiuyu find out how important Chen Xing is to him, they will put Chen Xing in a more dangerous situation. He must take the initiative and wait for Derrick to beg him in turn. Chen Xing also understands this, so he makes a decision on the phone The look of pleading. However, more than four hours have passed since Lin Xiucheng hung up the phone in the morning, and the landline has never rang again.
As soon as he closed his eyes, it was Chen Xing's hoarse voice, Chen Xing was saying "help me". Lin Xiucheng told Lin Sen to prepare the cash and diamonds, if Derrick called again... he was very afraid that he would uncontrollably agree to all the conditions.
Lin Xiucheng stood up and looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was snowing heavily, and a thin layer of white had accumulated on the roof of the shorter house. The phone on the coffee table vibrated suddenly, and he walked over quickly, it was an unknown number.
He opened the phone to answer the call, and Chen Xing told him in a weak voice: "Lin Xiucheng, I'm probably at a phone booth in the middle of St. Paul's Avenue. I seem to have a fever. Come and pick me up."
Lin Xiucheng found Chen Xing in the phone booth.
He looked down at the filthy boy in the booth who had passed out while holding the microphone, and knelt down and picked him up.
If Chen Xing was awake, he must think such a posture is a bitch, Lin Xiucheng thought.
Chen Xing's eyelashes were long and drawn, there was melted ice and snow on them, and there were some stains on his face. Lin Xiucheng reached out to help him wipe it off. When he touched Chen Xing's cold skin, he realized that his fingers were trembling.
He got out of the car with Chen Xing in his arms and went to the hospital for an examination. Chen Xing had a high fever, and his body was covered with bruises and bruises. The fall on his knee was serious, and a large piece was broken and bleeding.
The doctor cleaned the wound for him, hung him with a needle for reducing fever, and left.
Lin Xiucheng sat by the side and watched over him, seeing that Chen Xing's fingers were full of black filth, he went to the bathroom to bring a basin of hot water, soaked the towel, squeezed it dry, covered the back of Chen Xing's hand, and slowly Slowly wipe off the stains for him, revealing the bruises.
Lin Xiucheng looked at Chen Xing, who was lying quietly on the bed, sleeping with his lips pursed. He looked lifeless and no longer in high spirits, but he was alive in front of Lin Xiucheng, breathing with his chest rising and falling. Lin Xiucheng's heart also fell, and it fell safely where it should be. Lin Xiucheng held Chen Xing's hand and warmed his hand which had become cold due to hanging water.
Chen Xing should be clean, he thought, he would build a greenhouse for Chen Xing on a high-rise building, so that he could bask in the sun at the highest point in London, without the wind, and be surrounded by fresh flowers and plants, and even if Chen Xing exposed The best innocent smile to beg him, and he won't let him go.