Chapter 4
Sith's memory was not wrong. After driving along the path for more than ten minutes, a dilapidated abandoned factory appeared before his eyes.
He parked the car and turned off the engine.
He glanced at the pale-faced boy next to him and said simply, "Get out of the car."
He had thrown the tie aside, and after having a simple meal, he did not tie the boy up again.
Sith would never admit that he was soft-hearted, but he thought that there was no need to go to great lengths to treat such a weak prey.
.
Right.
It was exactly what I imagined.
Abandoned factory, perverted murderer...
There was no trace of blood on Fang Chen's face, his whole body was cold and trembling, and all kinds of bloody scenes kept appearing in his mind. He gritted his teeth and wished he could faint right now.
The man had already gotten out of the car and was looking at him expressionlessly through the window, as if silently urging him.
In the silent carriage, I seemed to hear my own heartbeat, thump, thump - one beat after another, almost jumping out of my throat.
Fang Chen was almost out of breath, his throat was dry and astringent. He swallowed hard, but only felt a bitter taste spreading in his mouth.
He stretched out his hand to open the car door with trembling hands. As soon as he stepped out and stepped on the ground, his legs suddenly went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, a pair of large hands reached out and firmly pulled the man up. A man's deep voice sounded above his head, "You can't even stand steadily?"
Fang Chen was dizzy. When he looked up, he met the man's gray-blue eyes, who was looking at him indifferently.
Before he could open his mouth, the next second, his body suddenly flew into the air and the man actually picked him up.
Fang Chen was startled, and his body reacted instinctively, tightly grasping the man's clothes, afraid that he would fall. "What are you going to do?"
"By the time you dawdle in, the rain will start."
The man held Fang Chen in his arms, like a small toy, and walked forward with ease. On the other hand, Fang Chen was so nervous that his whole body was tense and his palms were sweaty.
Just as he walked into the factory, there was a sudden thunder outside. Fang Chen was caught off guard and startled. He trembled and subconsciously clutched the man's clothes even tighter.
Sith looked down at him and said nothing.
Why are you afraid of thunder?
Sis, who grew up almost entirely in the boxing ring, couldn't quite understand how someone could be so delicate, timid, and thin. He held the person in his arms as if he couldn't feel any weight.
Fang Chen watched from afar as lightning tore a hole in the night sky, followed by a torrential rain.
It's really raining.
He was stunned for a moment.
So the man really brought him here just to hide from the rain?
While he was in a daze, the man had already carried him inside and found an open space. He said in a faint voice, "Are you going to hold me like this all night?"
Fang Chen finally came to his senses and realized that the man had let go, but he was still holding on to the man's clothes tightly.
He immediately got off the man in a panic.
Thinking back to just now, when I was being hugged by the man, my body was pressed against his chest, which was so hard, and I didn't know how many muscles he had.
Fang Chen thought worriedly.
He doesn't want to be used as a punching bag.
"It's raining heavily tonight, and the car can't be driven. We have to stay here for the night." The man said in a calm voice, "I won't tie you up, but you'd better be obedient."
Hearing this, Fang Chen immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and his ears twitched along with him.
The man looked at him for two more seconds, then sat down casually, leaning lazily against the wall, folding his arms, and closing his eyes slightly.
Fang Chen didn't dare to breathe until he saw the man seemed to be asleep. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking for a long time, he chose a seat a little further away from the man and sat down.
But no matter how he sat, he felt uncomfortable. Fang Chen twisted and turned to adjust his position and reached behind to pull the tail.
So many thrilling things happened in a few hours that Fang Chen had no time to notice that he was still wearing this lamb suit.
I put it on, but the annoying thing is that there is a tail on the back of the clothes. It's okay to curl up in a sports car, but if you sit on a flat ground like this, the foreign body sensation will be very strong.
After pulling it several times without success, she suddenly heard the man say coldly, "Does your butt hurt? Can't you sit down?"
Fang Chen turned his head suddenly and found that the man had opened his eyes at some point and was staring at him with a serious look.
"No, it's not." Fang Chen whispered, "There's a tail on the back of my pants, and it's uncomfortable to sit on."
The man looked at him twice, then suddenly stood up and walked over to Fang Chen, standing in front of him and looking down at him. "Turn around, let me see."
Fang Chen pursed his lips, turned around awkwardly, and faced the man with his back.
The next second, his body suddenly stiffened.
The man's big hand was on his waist, and even through the layer of cloth, Fang Chen seemed to be able to feel the heat there.
Then the pants were pulled up a little bit, and the tail was pulled up.
Fang Chen's heart was in his throat, and he felt a little regretful. He felt that he shouldn't be so nosy. As a kidnapped prey, he was about to die, but he was still making so many troubles. What if he angered the man?
All kinds of random thoughts filled my head. But the next second, the man withdrew his hand and said in a faint voice, "Okay."
Sis used a knife to cut off the tail on his pants. He held a ball of wool in his hand and paused for two seconds. Then he calmly put the lamb tail into his pocket.
Fang Chen turned his head, hesitated for a moment, and thanked him softly.
It always feels weird to thank the kidnappers.
But looking at the man's expression, he seemed to accept the thanks very clearly.
The air around them became quiet again.
The rain was still pouring down outside. The factory was a tin house, and the raindrops hitting it made a very loud sound.
Fang Chen shrank back, silently hugged his legs, and sat in the corner.
But the man next to him was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly walked out.
Fang Chen was stunned when he saw this.
It's raining so hard outside, what is he doing outside?
But at the same time, Fang Chen's heartbeat quickened again. The man was gone. Could he take this opportunity to escape?
Fang Chen quickly stood up and looked around. He wanted to find something that could be used as a weapon so that he could protect himself if he bumped into a man while running away!
I haven't taken a close look at this abandoned factory since I came in. It looks like it might have been a textile factory before, with some machines piled up in the corner.
Maybe he could find a wrench.
If she met a man, she would hit him hard on the head.
But it was too dark here, without even a ray of light. Fang Chen could barely see things and could only rely on feeling with his hands.
When Sis walked in with his coat, he saw the little lamb sticking its butt out and touching things around. He raised his eyebrows and could probably guess what the bad guy was doing.
He didn't get angry, but instead watched with interest for a while.
Although the lamb was thin, it had flesh where it should be, and its butt was plump and perky, making its pants bulge out. A small white ball could be seen in the dark.
Sith's eyes darkened as he reached into his pocket, grabbed the little tail he had just cut off, and gently squeezed the little ball of fur.
Fang Chen had been targeted for a long time, but he was unaware of it and was still struggling to find a weapon. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the scene in front of him was illuminated. It was a loom, but it looked like it was stained with blood, a pale red.
Thunder roared.
Fang Chen was so scared that his face turned pale, but at this moment, someone gently pressed his shoulder.
"ah!"
He exclaimed, turned around suddenly, and fell into the man's arms.
Sis had just returned from the car to get his coat, and was drenched by the rain, his shirt soaked and transparent.
With this collision, Fang Chen's entire face was almost buried in the man's chest muscles.
It wasn't that hard here, but rather felt a bit soft when it hit. Fang Chen was stunned by the collision, and raised his head two seconds later in panic. He took two steps back and stammered, "I, I..."
He was afraid that the man would get angry and tie him up again.
But the next second, the man put the coat in his hand on him. His cold eyes passed Fang Chen and glanced back, saying indifferently, "This is a textile factory. It's normal to have spilled red dye. It's not blood."
Fang Chen was obviously relieved.
He had been frightened enough. If he encountered another murder here, he would really close his eyes and die.
The man didn't say anything else. He sat back in his previous seat and closed his eyes to rest.
This time, Fang Chen really didn't dare to run away. He looked at the man twice and sat back obediently like a little quail.
It was raining outside and it was a bit chilly, but with a coat on, he felt much warmer. Fang Chen thought he would be nervous in such an environment, but he didn't expect that he would fall asleep after leaning against the wall.
The rain outside has subsided a little.
The factory was still dark. Sis sat there lazily, took out a cigarette from the box and put it in his mouth, but did not light it.
In order to stay in shape for the game, Sis usually has a regular schedule, but it is very late now, but he is not sleepy at all. The smell of tobacco fills his mouth, stimulating his brain to be clear.
He looked at the figure huddled in a ball in front of him from afar. His coat almost covered the boy's entire body, leaving only the little head exposed.
She was completely defenseless, sleeping so soundly right under his nose.
Sis frowned, once again wondering if this boy was too skilled in disguise. He didn't look like a "grease rat," and he didn't think he could escape the police's repeated pursuit.
A dreamless night.
Fang was sleeping soundly, thinking he was in his own bed. He stretched, turned over, and fell to the ground with a thud.
He got up dizzy and looked around. Memories of last night came flooding back, and Fang Chen drooped his head like a wilted puppy again.
Still in this abandoned factory.
The man was standing not far away, talking on the phone with his back to him.
"Cis, you left early yesterday. How was it? Did you really catch the mouse?"
The man held the phone and turned his head, just in time to see the lamb on the ground raising its head and looking at him blankly.
He pulled the corner of his mouth and said lightly, "No."
"Then why didn't you play a little longer yesterday?"
"I have something else to do, I'm hanging up."
Putting away his phone, Xisi strode over, stood in front of Fang Chen, and looked down at him.
"Where are all your tickets?"
One night was enough time for Sith to make a decision.
If he could keep pretending and be a delicious lamb, Sis wouldn't mind raising his hand and letting him go.
Sith could naturally help him make up the lost money.
But after that, the lamb will stay with him and slowly pay back the debt.
Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out the ticket from his pocket and handed it over.
Sith frowned, his voice lowered, "I'm talking about all the tickets."
Don’t you repent at this time?
Fang Chen opened his mouth, made a bitter face, and whispered, "Sir, I only have this one ticket."
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