Chapter 30 Chapter 30 “Use that alpha’s hand…

Chen Che was being stubborn.

Cold sweat soaked his shirt, and his pulse was alarmingly rapid, like a dying bird. Xie Zhizhi pressed his fingertips against the side of his neck, suspecting it might be over 140 beats per minute, or even higher—not a good sign.

He calmly withdrew his hand and asked, "Shen Che, have you been injected with any kind of injection?"

Shen Che's response was weak.

"have."

It was a predictable answer, but Xie Zhizhi still couldn't help but sigh.

The kidnappers were cautious and contradictory. They knocked the men unconscious and abducted them in an underground garage with ample surveillance cameras, ensuring they would have captured the license plate. At the same time, they acted with overwhelming numbers, even using nerve injections and anesthesia against just two men.

Xie Zhizhi felt that the situation was extremely tricky. After thinking for a moment, he reached out to help Shen Che untie the rope.

At any rate, it's better than being tied up like a crab and sent to someone's door to be tormented.

His fingers rubbed against the rough fibers, causing a tingling sensation. Xie Zhizhi gasped as he undressed, feeling somewhat fortunate that he was a beta with normal five senses.

Invisible wounds are far less painful than visible wounds, so now I can comfort myself that it is probably just a minor injury and I just need to endure it.

But the fact proves that everything has its pros and cons.

When he threw off the ropes and supported himself against the wall with one hand to stand up, his underdeveloped night vision was not enough for him to notice that the trembling alpha raised his head in panic at the same moment.

Those golden pupils flashed with fragile light. The nightmare made Shen Che's nerves almost stretched to the point of breaking. He noticed that the only familiar thing sent a signal to stay away, so he looked over with great paranoia and bumped into the moving wrists.

—— Covered in scars, his pale skin was covered with red marks from the abrasions caused by the bindings, and several wounds caused by sharp objects were oozing blood, with half-dried red winding across his knuckles.

Does it hurt? Shen Che didn't have time to think. He reached out and grabbed the wrists before they could move away.

The injection had already made Xie Zhizhi dizzy enough, so when a completely unreasonable force came upon him, he was instantly dragged down without any resistance.

The five fingers supporting the wall bent subconsciously, leaving five long, tragic marks along the concrete wall. The stinging pain almost climbed up along the finger bones like an electric shock.

“…” Xie Zhizhi knelt on one knee and could no longer hold back when he suddenly crashed into the embrace overflowing with wooden tones. He gritted his teeth and greeted Shen Che’s family.

Shen Che turned a deaf ear.

The trembling hand rested on Beta's lower back, with an unfathomable stubbornness, and he insisted on bringing the person under his hand closer and forward.

In the darkness, the pair of black pupils almost shrank into needles.

Xie Zhizhi retreated in resistance, but the other party was thicker-skinned than a city wall. He glanced at the iron gate cautiously, and finally stiffened his body and let Shen Che put his forehead against his shoulder.

It doesn't feel hot to the touch.

The cold, damp sweat rubbed against the skin, making the hair stand on end.

"Are you going to die?" Xie Zhizhi's tone was eight parts sincere prayer and two parts puzzled doubt.

It was like being connected to some kind of vibration accessory, and every tremor of Shen Che was faithfully transmitted through the connected skin, endlessly.

Shen Che asked back, "Where are you going?"

The space is at most 25 square meters. One sentence made Xie Zhizhi a little dazed about the current situation. What's going on in this guy's brain?

He pushed back with a stern tone: "None of your business. What use are you now?"

Xie Zhizhi tried to hold on to the wall with his hands, trying to push himself up again, but Shen Che was panting as if he was about to break, and he held on to his waist tightly.

"let go."

Shen Che pretended not to hear.

In the silent confrontation, Chen Che took advantage of the darkness that Xie Zhizhi could not see through and buried his face deeply. When his nose touched the latter's warm skin, he smelled the aquatic mint scent mixed with the smell of blood.

The smell of rust and oil that caused him stress gradually faded from his nasal cavity, and the frequency of his involuntary tremors seemed to decrease.

"Have you hugged enough?"

Shen Che remained silent, holding the belt tightly around his waist without loosening his grip, giving a silent answer.

He ignored the almost collapsing patience of the person in his arms, and even rubbed his forehead against hers, looking very obsessed.

Xie Zhizhi clenched his fists in frustration and threatened in a low voice, "I may not be able to kill five of you, but I should be able to kill you and get your face off me."

After a long moment, Shen Che smiled into his neck in response.

Xie Zhizhi frowned, not understanding what was so funny.

"Xie Zhizhi, do you know what time it is now?" Shen Che suddenly asked.

"What?"

Xie Zhizhi was puzzled.

If it happened in the early hours of the morning when Ms. Song had unluckily caught him, Xie Zhizhi would have thought it was a subtle warning not to stay up late. If Jin Ling or another friend had asked him this question, he might have glanced at his phone and then, out of kindness, acted as a human timekeeper. But the question Shen Che asked at that moment was obviously irrational, and the kidnappers wouldn't have left them their phone.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want to say?"

The empty hand was easily caught, and a pulling force pulled it all the way back, almost as if forcing someone to hug him. Before Beta was about to get angry, Shen Che gently placed his fingertips on his right shoulder blade.

Shen Che leaned over to his ear and soothed him in a fragmented voice: "It's okay... It's not the first time you've encountered something like this."

Obviously implied.

His fingertips were moved down and pressed through the soft surface of skin and flesh. Xie Zhizhi felt a small, hard, and unreasonable object buried there.

Not bones.

In the darkness, Xie Zhizhi raised his eyebrows.

"RFID," Shen Che whispered.

He lowered his eyelids, loosened his hand before his beta reaction came back, and leaned back against the wall, trying to calm his overly rapid breathing.

It is impossible for Shen Siduo not to be afraid of what happened back then.

The security system might have loopholes. If the story were to repeat itself, even if he thought it was impossible, what if it did? Would he have to investigate every single line like he did this time?

That bunch of low-class people are just smokescreens and stepping stones. It is too difficult to figure out who the jackal hiding behind them is.

Shen Siduo implanted a tiny chip under the skin of Shen Che's right shoulder blade. Originally, the most direct solution should have been passive RFID, but this chip does not actively transmit signals and requires external equipment to activate. Shen Siduo felt that it was not safe enough.

"RFID? How to activate it?" Xie Zhizhi was puzzled.

Shen Che opened his mouth, then closed it again unbearably.

The nerves that had finally been relaxed seemed to be tense again. Xie Zhizhi's voice was so low that Shen Che even felt that it was not as heavy as the heartbeat hitting the eardrum.

The disgusting smell came back in, and he clearly saw Xie Zhizhi's originally stiff body slowly relaxing as the distance increased, but what about him?

Shen Che pulled the corners of his lips, his brain clearly realizing that his condition was gradually getting worse.

"Biosensing,activation above threshold."

He returned to his original question: "How long have you been awake? Do you know what time it is?"

Xie Zhizhi thought seriously.

"Much earlier than you, but when—I can't be sure."

It was around 9:30 when he left the Platinum Club, but he was in a coma for a long time and was deprived of his vision when he woke up. The group of people didn't seem to say anything valuable. Can the length of this coma be used to make a judgment?

His stomach ached and he felt nauseous, and Xie Zhizhi's consciousness arched.

Then he frowned, remembering the strong vibration that made him want to vomit when he was kneeling in the carriage.

"When I woke up, I was still in the SUV, and there was a long stretch of gravel road." Xie Zhizhi speculated that such a long gravel road should not be in the city.

"Assuming we're out of the city by now, it should take... at least an hour."

Xie Zhizhi was puzzled: "But you were just unconscious at that time, so how could the beacon be activated?"

"No." Shen Che tilted his head, also a little confused, "You were awake the whole time afterwards?"

"right."

Xie Zhizhi made a rough calculation: "Maybe around one in the morning, or two?"

Not sure.

After changing to a more comfortable position and sitting on the ground, Xie Zhizhi said:

"But one thing is certain: it's best not to wait until half past six."

Xie Zhizhi recalled what the kidnappers said when he was thrown into the room -

On the first floor of the factory, Scarface, who had been waiting for a long time, looked worried. He handed an old mobile phone to Lin Guofu and raised his chin, his meaning was very clear.

Lin Guofu was dazzled by the overly bright screen. After a while, he suddenly spat viciously on the concrete floor, and his already gloomy face became even uglier.

The other party sent three short messages on the screen at 12:44 in the morning. At that time, the people in the SUV had not yet arrived at the abandoned factory.

"Don't worry, he probably hasn't woken up yet."

"It's half past six. Let's do it then."

"Video call him using that alpha's phone. He'll probably like it."

After reading the message, several people looked at each other in confusion. They had never seen an employer with such strange demands.

After swearing a few dirty words, the leader Lin Guofu felt an indescribable anxiety rushing up, causing his temples to throb with pain.

I've felt this job wasn't right from the start, but now I'm in a bind and can't back down. Can I just quit?!

"Fuck pretending to be a romantic!"

Lin Guofu swept his cold eyes over the two unconscious figures on the ground.

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On the leather sofa, the phone vibrated briefly.

The other party was obviously very anxious about the owner's failure to reply immediately, and called directly in less than a minute.

The ringing lasted for more than ten seconds before a large, damp hand reached out and picked it up.

Looking at the electronic display, Feng Wen frowned in confusion.

Connected.

"Uncle Shen, what's the hurry?"

Chen Siduo on the opposite side rubbed his Jingmingxue irritably, his expression looking frighteningly ugly.

"Feng Wen, isn't A Che with you?"

The sentence was more of a statement than a question. Feng Wen keenly sensed something unusual.

"No, what happened Archer?"

Shen Siduo looked at the positioning beacon on the screen in silence for a long time, and finally said in a cold voice: "Something happened to Archer."

…

The call was short.

Feng Wen looked at the hang-up page, his fingertips stroking the side of the phone slowly as if thinking.

Something happened to Shen Che?

What could have caused Shen Siduo to contact him in the middle of the night? What did it have to do with him?

Feng Wen paused in his caressing, quickly figuring out the key. After Shen Che's accident, Shen Siduo had installed an RFID tag on him. Shen Siduo must have called him out of desperation, wanting to rule out a recurrence.

Feng Wen tapped his fingers carelessly and put down his phone.

He couldn't get involved in such matters. Shen Siduo loved his son so much that he would act faster. It was not his turn at all for a junior like him who was not related to the family to ask for help.

He casually turned on the projector and planned to pick a movie for hypnosis. A few minutes later, Feng Wen suddenly frowned as if he remembered something and picked up his phone again.

I clicked on the text message, pinned the chat box, and looked thoughtfully at the last unanswered bubble.

Xie Zhizhi is very well behaved. Even if he pretends to be a "purely good deskmate" for a few days, he will reply to messages before going to bed, even if it is just good night.

But not today.

Feng Wen thought for two seconds.

Two seconds later, he dialed the number, feeling ridiculous at his own crude guess.

No answer.

The loose lip line suddenly sank.

There are many reasons for not answering the phone. Maybe he is sleeping. After all, it is already early morning, so it is understandable.

but……

His knuckles unconsciously pressed against his teeth.

Ten minutes later, an off-road vehicle fiercely broke through the cold wind and sped towards the outside of the city on the empty road in the early morning, finally blending into the dark night.