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Later, Su Muqing sent him an email:

[Jingmo, I met this girl by chance. She is somewhat similar to the girl in your painting. I asked her about her past, and it matches your story by 80%. The rest may be because of vague memory and I can't remember clearly.

I think this is the person you are looking for. If possible, you can come to Carson in the near future and meet this girl in person. I can arrange a meeting for you at any time.

Oh, by the way, it’s best to bring your painting with you so that the girl can see if it is her as a child.]

80% matching means that it is very likely the girl he is looking for.

After Han Jingmo replied to Su Muqing’s email, he immediately booked a ticket to Carson.

The plane landed.

Seeing Su Muqing coming to pick him up at the airport, Han Jingmo asked directly, "Where is she?"

Su Muqing smiled and said as she walked, "Don't worry, the girl is at home now. She lives here with her grandmother. The two of them depend on each other and have lived in Carson for nearly a year."

Han Jingmo heard all this and couldn't wait to see her.

But when he arrived at the place, he was told that the girl had been kidnapped by gangsters, and they were not allowed to call the police. Only the family members were allowed to take the ransom money to rescue her.

The girl's grandmother was already crying.

Han Jingmo pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "I'll go."

Su Muqing disagreed, and said seriously: "What if she is not the one you are looking for? Why take this risk?"

Han Jingmo shook his head. Even if there was only a 1% chance, he had to go, not to mention that now it was 80% possible.

With the prepared ransom money, he went to the place requested by the criminals.

This is a row of residential buildings in the suburbs that are about to be demolished. No one lives there, and some of the buildings have collapsed. Few people come here.

Han Jingmo put the ransom money in the designated place.

After a while, the cell phone rang. It was the gangster calling. After answering, the gangster said, "You, go into the third room on your right now, and don't come out!"

Han Jingmo's brows wrinkled slightly, unable to understand this abrupt request, but in the current situation, if he wanted to ensure the safety of the hostages, he had to try his best to meet the gangster's request.

He pushed open the door of the third room on the right. It was dark and damp inside, without any furnishings.

It was abnormally empty.

Han Jingmo stopped.

The gangster immediately urged loudly, "Hurry up and get in, or I'll kill you!"

Han Jingmo's eyes flickered. When he handed over the ransom just now, he observed the nearby terrain. The gangster should be in a high place and could observe his every move, but he couldn't determine the gangster's specific location.

Suddenly, a girl's frightened sobbing sound was heard from the other end of the phone, mixed with the sound of screaming in pain.

Then came the gangster's shrill laughter: "Hahaha, did you hear that? If you don't go in, I'll kill her!"

Han Jingmo's face turned cold, and he walked into the room.

At this moment, a huge iron cage fell from the empty ceiling above his head with a clang, as if trying to lock him in the cage. Han Jingmo's heart sank, and he immediately turned around and ran back.

The gangster on the opposite building had already aimed his gun at him. When he saw him turn around, he pulled the trigger and shot.

"Bang!"

Han Jingmo felt a piercing pain in his leg, which made him stop suddenly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant.

He was shot in the calf.

Then, with a clang,

the iron cage fell to the ground, trapping him inside.

Less than a second later, eight people rushed in from outside the door, two of them holding a thick iron chain in their hands, one end of which was hung on the iron hook on the wall, and the other end was handcuffed to the iron fence of the cage.

The iron chain was straightened, fixing the cage firmly in place.

Han Jingmo pushed hard, but couldn't move the cage at all. At this time, he saw a bald man walking into the room, who looked like the boss of this group of gangsters.

The bald man walked around the cage and sneered, "Although that person won't let us hurt you, you definitely won't go in if we ask you to go in. We have no choice but to use this method."

Han Jingmo glanced at them coldly and said in a cold and stern voice, "What do you want?"

"I don't want your money or your life, I just want..." The bald man laughed, "I just want to have some fun with that chick!" As soon as he

finished speaking, a girl was roughly pushed in by two gangsters.

Han Jingmo's chest was shocked. The girl looked exactly like the photo Su Muqing sent him, and was somewhat similar to the person in his drawing. She might be the person he was looking for...

But at this moment, the girl was trembling all over, her hair was disheveled, her face was covered with tears, and her clothes could no longer cover her body.

Han Jingmo's eyes were filled with anger, and he said word by word: "Let her go!"

The bald man did not respond, but just stared at him, and seemed to be very satisfied with his reaction, and waved his hand at a yellow-haired man behind him.

The yellow-haired man walked up quickly, smiled lewdly, pushed the girl to the ground, and climbed up the girl's body with a pair of dirty hands, trying to tear off the girl's clothes, which were not many to begin with.

The girl protected her master's chest with both hands, screamed "Ah!", and kept retreating to resist, but was slapped in the face by the yellow-haired man, and half of her face became red and swollen.

This look hurt Han Jingmo's eyes. His hands that were holding the iron fence were shaking with extreme force. His eyes were bloodshot and his hostility was spreading endlessly: "Whoever dares to touch her, just try!"

The yellow-haired man suddenly stopped moving, and a devouring chill seeped out from his bones. Just being stared at by those vicious eyes made him feel as if his throat was locked...

The bald man shuddered and kicked the yellow-haired man: "Come on, fuck! He's locked in a cage, what can he do to you!"

"Yes, yes, boss!" The yellow-haired man swallowed in fear and continued to strip the girl's clothes with trembling hands.

"Please let me go! Please!" The girl sobbed in resistance, and immediately two other gangsters came forward and held down the girl's arms and legs, making it impossible for her to resist or escape.

The clothes fell from her shoulders, slid across her chest, waist and abdomen, and were peeled off inch by inch...

Han Jingmo's heart was in a state of panic, veins on his arms bulged, and his fists hit the iron fence without any rules, and the sounds of "bang", "bang", and "bang" were endless.

He wanted to push down the cage, wanted to get out, wanted to save her, but the cage stood firmly there, unshakable.

Fists fell intensively, and soon the skin and flesh were torn, and even the fence was stained with his blood.

Han Jingmo felt no pain, and mechanically beat to rush out, irritable and frantic, like a beast trapped in a cage.

Right in front of the cage, right in front of him, the yellow-haired man lay on the girl and bit her, spread her legs apart, and pierced her hard... The

surrounding gangsters laughed obscenely, and some took off their pants and stood in line at the back...

Han Jingmo was almost out of control, panting rapidly, and because of his rage, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

The girl was in front of him, looking at him pleadingly, and kept asking him for help.

He could only watch her being bullied and insulted...

He couldn't save her, he was useless, he couldn't even rush out of this iron cage, let alone save her like she saved him...

Han Jingmo was almost self-abusing, watching this scene without blinking, his eyes red and bloodshot.

The girl's screams and cries for help were like a sticky, suffocating swamp that drowned him inch by inch, making it impossible for him to breathe. His body was in so much pain that it convulsed, as if countless silver needles were inserted into his blood vessels and flowed out with the blood.

[Author's side note]: I haven't finished writing it yet, so don't make a conclusion about Han Jingmo yet. It's not because the girl was insulted that I won't look for her.