Chapter 37
After Wen Bei expressed his inner thoughts, he was rejected directly.
Wen Bei looked at Qiu Tin in confusion, thinking that he was too bothered.
After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you are willing to help me this time, I will give you what you want after you succeed."
Qiu Tinge raised an eyebrow: "What do I want?"
He stretched out his fingers and pressed the corners of the young man's eyes until a hint of red appeared there, making him look particularly pitiful.
Wen Bei waved his hand away: "Don't you just want my blood?"
The faint fragrance emanating from beneath the skin made Qiu Ting's pupils turn red for a moment. He snorted in an ambiguous manner but did not deny it.
Of course, what he wants is more than just that. He wants the young man to become his own collection of everything.
If it's a collectible, it doesn't matter if it can't breathe.
Qiu Ting's eyes became deeper and deeper, and in the next second he was attracted by the pair of constantly shaking cat ears.
The cat ears betrayed the owner's alert mood at the moment.
Qiu Tinge concealed the dangerous aura that had accidentally leaked out of him, and returned to his disguise, looking a little dull.
Wen Bei knew that he agreed, so he quickly took out handcuffs from his pocket and handcuffed himself.
The key was hidden in his clothes.
Qiu Tin lowered his head, his gaze sweeping across the slender wrist that contrasted starkly with the silver handcuffs.
Wen Bei didn't know what he was thinking and urged him to go find someone quickly.
The man's dull expression and the ugly scar that ran across his face looked even more hideous against the backdrop of the handsome young man.
Standing together, they look like a modern version of Beauty and the Beast.
The person playing the "beauty" was handcuffed and had difficulty moving, so she could only follow the man in small steps, following him closely as if she was afraid of being left behind.
Soon, this strange combination of the two of them attracted the attention of the staff here.
A man dressed in black walked up to them and asked in an androgynous voice, "Sir, do you need any help?"
Wen Bei lowered his head and said nothing, the cat ears on his head drooping as if out of fear. He carefully hid behind Qiu Ting, trying to cover himself with the man's broad body.
He was like a well-sheltered catkin that had never been wet by heavy rain. He had no idea what the outcome would be, yet he naively believed that he could be protected.
Little did he know that he was about to be sold.
Qiu Ting whispered a few words to the man in black, and a look of understanding flashed in the man's eyes.
He looked towards Wen Bei, and after a moment's scrutiny, a flicker of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, concluding that he would be able to sell it at a good price.
Although this face can only be described as pretty, her temperament and beautiful figure are extremely attractive. Coupled with the perfectly deformed cat ears on the top of her head, she can be a plus point among many wealthy people.
The man in black was thinking in his mind, and his gaze towards Wen Bei changed a little, but the next second, his eyes suddenly hurt, as if being pricked by needles.
The man in black covered his eyes and cursed, unable to hold back a cry of pain.
Qiu Tinge acted very naturally, as if it had nothing to do with him: "What's wrong?"
The man in black put down his hand in doubt. The pain was fleeting, and he even suspected that the sudden pain was just an illusion. He looked around, but nothing happened.
He shook his head and felt an inexplicable fear. He no longer had the heart to consider Wen Bei's value and urged them to follow him quickly.
They followed the hurriedly walking man in black and soon saw a man of higher rank, who was also dressed in black. His black clothes were more textured than those of the ordinary patrolling men in black, and two intertwined snakes were embroidered on the bottom of the black robe.
Wen Bei heard the man in black call him Mr. Ye.
Mr. Ye seemed to have a lot of say here. After taking a closer look at Wen Bei, he directly agreed to buy it: "We can offer 5,000 crystals."
He looked at Qiu Tin and put on a negotiating expression.
Wen Bei's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that in the eyes of these human traffickers, his entire worth was only worth the price of a hotel room for one night.
Qiu Ting cooperated very well and showed a look of dissatisfaction. He frowned, and his voice changed and lost a lot of its charm, sounding mediocre: "Fifteen thousand."
It's really rare to see such a cute beast transformation.
Ye Hao had already made up his mind, but he was a businessman at heart. Seeing that Qiu Tin didn't seem to frequent the black market, he secretly thought of a way to lower the price: "Nine thousand. The situation is tense recently. Apart from us, you have no better place to deal with him."
Qiu Tinge said what he had planned: "I want to meet the person with the most authority here and negotiate with him."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and fiddled with Wen Bei's cat ears, and was almost glared at.
Wen Bei shrank back as if in fear, but in fact he secretly pinched the man's waist with his hands and wanted to twist it hard, but he didn't expect that his muscles were so stiff that it hurt his hands instead.
Ye Hao couldn't see their little movements clearly, but seeing Wen Bei's timid look, he looked a little satisfied.
It is easier to sell such well-behaved children.
The look of being out of touch with the world is most suitable for arousing some people's desire for abuse.
Ye Hao pretended to be in a difficult situation, frowning: "The president of our auction is not at the base recently. Don't worry, I am the one with the most say here now. The highest price I can offer you is 10,000."
Unscrupulous businessman.
Wen Bei secretly despised him in his heart.
He secretly observed Ye Hao's expression and found that the first half of his sentence did not seem false.
The owner of this auction house is not in the base.
Outside the base, are they also mercenaries?
Before Wen Bei had time to think about it, he was sold for 11,000 yuan.
Qiu Tin stood there, his expression unchanged, watching him being taken away.
Only behind the back, where no one else could see, the black fog reappeared, almost solidifying into a solid entity.
...
Wen Bei was led away by Ye Hao with handcuffs on his hands. He originally wanted to tie him up, but when he saw that he already had handcuffs on his hands, he let down his guard a lot.
Wen Bei didn't say a word the whole time. He looked timid and didn't dare to object to being sold. He was as docile as a little lamb and could only open his watery eyes and beg the hunter to let him go.
Ye Hao grinned: "Don't blame me for not telling you, now that you are here, don't think about escaping, think more about how to please the next buyer."
Wen Bei raised his eyes and glanced at him, a trace of autumn water flashed in his eyes: "Yeah."
This was the first time he spoke in front of Ye Hao.
Ye Hao looked very satisfied. He led the man all the way to the basement where the hostages were held and pushed him in roughly: "Don't make any noise."
Wen Bei memorized the entire route. When he turned around, he met more than a dozen pairs of eyes.
They were all captured people.
Most of them were women, but there were also some thin men.
Wen Bei's heart sank. He walked towards the nearest woman and asked, "Were you also sold here?"
The woman looked up at him, her face covered in dust, making it hard to tell what she looked like. "No, I was caught while walking down the street."
This underground club for human trafficking is so arrogant.
Wen Bei frowned.
The woman seemed to guess what he was thinking and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I have no family or friends. I've survived in this base for two years on a meager salary. Even if something happened, no one would know."
"They specifically target people who are alone. It's normal for people to go missing in the apocalypse." The person next to the woman took over.
Suddenly, a sob was heard, and a boy who looked barely an adult covered his face with his hands: "I wasn't captured, I was sold."
The woman who had initially spoken to Wen Bei lowered her voice, "He was sold here by his own brother. He was drugged. He refused to accept the truth for three days after waking up. He escaped twice and nearly had his limbs broken before he finally gave up."
"Some people have been deceived and owed crystals that they can't repay. They can only appear here by using their bodies to pay off the debt."
Wen Bei glanced around and saw that everyone here had a very ugly expression on their face.
Maybe the reasons for coming here are different, the only certainty is that they are not here voluntarily.
Wen Bei took out the key from his pocket and removed the handcuffs in front of them.
Someone looked over and then lay down again with a lack of interest.
They didn't believe that this young man with a pair of furry cat ears could make any splash.
It's all a futile struggle.
They couldn't wait for rescue from the outside world, and could only pray that the person who bought them was not a pervert who ate human flesh, nor a weirdo with a sadistic fetish.
Wen Bei quickly took out his pager again.
This thing is a rare item in the base, and usually only the lawful army or some polluters can afford it.
So when he took it out, everyone who had originally not cared looked at him in surprise.
"Is this a pager?" The woman next to Wen Bei pointed in disbelief.
Wen Bei: “Yeah.”
He had a bad feeling in his heart.
Things were going so smoothly that it seemed weird.
"Hurry! Contact the people outside!" The boy who had just been crying miserably crawled over, looking like he wanted to grab it with his own hands and use it.
Wen Bei looked around at the people who had been locked in the dark room for who knows how many days, and finally pressed the button.
He directly chose Captain Lan of the Private Alliance, but he didn't expect that there would only be a burst of noise.
He was stunned for a moment, and instantly realized that the place where the hostages were hidden had blocked the signal!
Huang Qian had successfully contacted him through the pager before, but he didn't expect that the range of the signal interference could be narrowed down to only here.
No wonder the man in black didn't search him just now. It turned out that he was sure that he didn't have the ability to transmit signals to the outside world.
Wen Bei's eyes turned cold, and his reaction was enough to explain what happened.
So the eyes of the few people who had just ignited hope suddenly became dejected, and they fell back down.
The auction house deliberately wanted to dampen their enthusiasm the day before the auction, so they had not eaten any food for a whole day and night, and had not even touched water. Their spirits and bodies were tortured to the point that their resistance became weak.
Wen Bei had just put away his pager, and before he could think of a new strategy, the tightly closed door suddenly opened.
The glaring light coming in from outside forced him to squint.
Ye Hao stood outside, his expression very grim: "Who of you just used the pager?"
Wen Bei's heart sank.
He didn't expect that this small underground auction house was not only equipped with jamming devices, but could even capture signals.
Huang Qian is still out of contact, and he doesn't want to expose himself too early.
So Wen Bei chose to remain silent. He took a step back and hid himself in the corner.
Ye Hao sneered: "You're not talking at all, are you?"
He turned around and signaled to the person next to him, who immediately handed him a knife.
Ye Hao: "If you don't say anything, I'll just bleed you one by one. I'll let you go when you're willing to talk."
He grabbed the nearest person, who happened to be the boy who was sold by his brother. He was trembling with fear and kept shouting, "It's not me."
The blade approached him. Ye Hao knew how to manipulate people's hearts. He did not cut directly at the blood vessel at the first time, but held the knife there. The cold blade pressed on the skin, leaving a trace of blood.
As he counted down, the boy's face became paler and paler, and finally when he was about to say the last number, the boy completely collapsed.
He cried and pointed in the direction of Wenbei: "It's him! He used the pager!"
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