Conscience and life, two choices stood in Song Jingsi's mind, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
The audience in the live broadcast room vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the current situation.
"Why doesn't Song Jingsi speak?"
"He has a weird expression, like someone is forcing him."
"Third Young Master of the Song Family, this identity shouldn't cause any trouble."
During the discussion among netizens, Wang Wei cursed softly and walked up to shut down the live broadcast so quickly that Song Jingsi didn't even have time to react.
Then he was kicked in the abdomen and fell to the ground with a pale face in pain. This time his hands and feet were free, and when he tried to stand up to resist, his body was stepped on tightly.
Wang Wei took out a stun gun from behind his back, and raised a sinister sneer with interest: "Third Young Master of the Song Family, bah, you are just a dog when you come to us."
"Since you won't obey, I don't care how much you can earn. I'll beat you into submission first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned on the electric baton. A crackling sound was heard in the air, and Song Jingsi's breathing was forced to stop. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all trembling with fear.
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As the electric baton approached his body, he howled in pain and trembled all over.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
Song Jingsi fainted before he knew it. Wang Wei sneered and turned off the electric baton. He kicked his dead fish-like body and ordered his men: "Move him to the water dungeon. Torture him first and then bring him up. Let him see the organs that have been sold."
The men immediately responded and dragged Song Jingsi away.
The sound of dripping water filled my ears, my body was lifted up in the water, and my tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.
What caught his eye was the smelly water that was black and fishy. Song Jingsi was slightly confused for a moment before he remembered what was happening.
He was sold into a place where people were eaten!
The physical and mental pain were tormenting him, making his life worse than death.
A rumbling mechanical sound was heard, and the iron chain tied to Song Jingsi's back suddenly loosened. He fell into the water, and the water flooded his mouth, nose, and eyes.
He flapped his arms and struggled to survive, but it was of no use.
When he was about to suffocate, Song Jingsi was suddenly pulled up again. This cycle repeated itself over and over again. He gradually became dying before he was actually pulled up and put on solid ground.
Those people did not give him time to breathe. They simply grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to stand up, pushing him forward.
Song Jingsi was locked up in the cell in a daze. It seemed as if something was covering his eyes and he couldn't see clearly. He rubbed his eyes with his hands several times before he could see clearly. Fortunately, the dirty water didn't blind his eyes.
As he was thinking this, he turned around and saw a familiar face. It was the child who reminded him in the car.
It’s just… the child’s eyes were empty at the moment, with only inflamed, swollen and protruding flesh, which looked very scary.
Song Jingsi sucked in a breath of cold air, his head buzzed, and he subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with you?"
The child nodded weakly, as if asking who he was talking to.
Song Jingsi suppressed the trembling in his heart and poked the child's shoulders twice with his fingers to signal.
"Brother, is that the big brother?" the child asked cautiously in a low voice.
"Yeah." Song Jingsi said.
After confirming that it was him, the child threw himself into his arms, sobbing and crying, "Brother, I want to go home, can you take me home?"
"They are all bad people. They bullied me and put their fingers in my eyes. My eyes hurt so much."
"Brother, please save me."
The child spoke louder and louder, and his hoarse cries made Song Jingsi stand there in a daze. He didn't know what to say or what to do.
At this moment, let alone saving others, it is difficult for him to protect himself.
The cell door was suddenly opened, and a great force hit, and the child lying on Song Jingsi was pulled away by the man with an impatient look on his face.
"Cry, cry, cry, you idiot, all you know is to cry. Is your dad dead or your mom dead? Aren't you annoying?"
"Just dissect the organs first. They can be preserved anyway and taken out whenever needed," said the man.
A few words can decide a person's life or death.
This is a real person!
The child realized the danger and cried even louder, shouting "Brother, save me". Song Jingsi quickly held his little hand.
"What, do you want to die for him?" the man asked with a sneer.
As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the child's arm. There was a cracking sound of bones breaking, and Song Jingsi subconsciously let go of his hand.
He just watched helplessly as the child was pulled away by the man. He wanted to stop it but there was nothing he could do. He felt powerless and pitiful.
The cell door was closed and the little boy completely disappeared from his sight. Song Jingsi's heart collapsed.
He didn't know what he would face in the future, and whether he would be sold out so easily when he was no longer of use to those people.
Is he trying to cheat?
All kinds of thoughts swirled in his mind, Song Jingsi had a splitting headache, and in the end, the only thing left was death.
Death is the best way to escape. He knows that doing so is a cowardly act, but he has no other choice.
There was a bowl of water on the ground. Song Jingsi quickly raised his head and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he immediately smashed the bowl, and the sharp porcelain pieces hit his neck.
The only way to die quickly is to slash the aorta.
Wang Wei, who came to see Song Jingsi, happened to see his actions and immediately shouted in shock: "Oh no, this guy wants to commit suicide, stop him quickly!"
When the person guarding the door heard this, he hurriedly tried to open the door with trembling hands.
But it's too late.
Smiling at Wang Wei, Song Jingsi simply put the porcelain piece against his neck and then slid it hard.
It was painful, extremely painful, but it made him feel extremely relieved, as if he was finally free.
The last scene in my memory is Wang Wei’s hysterical and terrifying appearance.
Song Jingsi inexplicably recalled Su Tang's question. If he was the one who was sold, could he still forgive her so generously?
He can't.
With his mind in a state of confusion and darkness before his eyes, Song Jingsi took a deep breath like a dying fish, then ejected himself and sat up.
He kept breathing heavily, looking around with a dull look in his eyes, and was stunned when he saw the familiar room environment.
What happened, he's back?
With great surprise lingering in his heart, Song Jingsi's pupils dilated. He touched his face and took off his pajamas.
There was not a single wound on his body, everything was fine, and this was indeed the Song family.
He is not dead, he is back!
Song Jingsi suddenly drew open the curtains. The gentle and warm morning sunlight shone on his face, giving him a sense of being alive.
The experience of being sold to Myanmar just now turned out to be a dream, but that dream was extremely clear.
The ruthlessness from Song Hanyu's phone call was still lingering in Song Jingsi's ears. The smile on Song Jingsi's lips gradually disappeared, replaced by complexity.
He now knew that Su Tang was able to escape because of her own ability. If she had really been sold, she, as a woman, would definitely have encountered something even more horrible, even worse than that child.
Feeling guilty, Song Jingsi clenched his fists.
"Knock, knock, knock." Someone knocked on his door.
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