Chapter 390: Claustrophobia
Mo Qingyao felt as if every hair on his body was standing on end.
After he was kidnapped, he never lost his composure from beginning to end, but at this moment he wanted to pull off the cloth on his eyes regardless of the consequences.
The person next to him noticed his abnormality, kicked him in the abdomen, and grabbed his wrist tightly: "Behave yourself!"
Mo Qingyao groaned and clenched his teeth:
"Madman, beast... How could you, how dare you?!"
Capital city, Mohist school, with that kind of security system, how did they manage to kidnap Xingxing? !
how so!
He was filled with great fear and struggled desperately, but was chopped on the back of the neck by a knife.
Everything went dark and I lost consciousness.
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In fact, Xingxing sensed the presence of Uncle Mo Qingyao.
That's why she spoke on purpose.
She wanted to check on Uncle Mo Qingyao's condition.
Then, she heard those voices and breathed a sigh of relief—
Great, you're still alive and seem to be in good spirits.
Although the sound of being beaten sounded very painful and Xingxing was heartbroken and extremely angry, fortunately, she knew that Uncle Mo Qingyao would not be in danger.
Very good!
After a while, she secretly calculated her fortune and after confirming that Uncle Mo Qingyao had been completely rescued, she began to think of ways to escape!
The two children were dragged away and locked in a small room.
"The bishop hasn't arrived yet, so keep him locked up for now..."
"The bishop said not to abuse him, and to arrange for food."
Xingxing heard the sounds around her, and then the cloth in front of her eyes loosened, and she saw clearly where she was.
It was a small, dimly lit room.
There was no light, and only a small window let in a faint light.
There was only a bed and a small toilet in the room, and nothing else.
Two tall men stood at the door, staring at the stars and saying:
"The food is here, please be quiet."
Then the door slammed shut.
Even metal doors with extremely complex combination locks.
Xingxing looked around and found that there was a camera in the corner of the room and an infrared sensor alarm at the door, so there was no possibility of escape.
Xingxing took a deep breath and decided to fill his stomach first.
She picked up a small steamed bun and ate two bites slowly while drinking water.
She also called out to Mo Heng: "Brother Mo Heng, are you hungry? Let's eat together."
As a result, when she turned around, she saw that Mo Heng had shrunk into the corner at some point.
The boy's extremely handsome face had a transparent and fragile feeling. His eyes were drooping, so it was impossible to see his expression, but his pale lips could be seen.
He curled up in the corner of the room, his body shaking abnormally.
Xingxing was startled and ran over quickly.
"Brother Mo Heng, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
She held Mo Heng's hand, but found that at some point, Mo Heng's hand had become frighteningly cold.
It was obvious that before this, the hand she was holding had always been warm.
Mo Heng subconsciously retracted his hand, but Xingxing held it tightly.
He didn't dare to use any force, so he could only respond in a low voice: "No... I'm fine."
He doesn't look like he's fine at all, he's clearly still shaking.
The stars pasted over.
Her small body was like a small stove, with a pleasant smell, and wrapped around Mo Heng like a soft blanket.
"Brother Mo Heng, are you afraid... No, I'm not afraid."
Xingxing held his hand with one hand and gently patted his back with the other, just like his brothers and sisters coaxing them to sleep.
It's dark, cramped, depressing and claustrophobic here.
No matter who is here, even an adult, will feel panic.
But these two kids are two extremes.
None of them were afraid at all and were as calm as if they were at home.
One was so scared that he was shaking all over and even had a physiological reaction.
Xingxing is such a perceptive kid that she could tell at a glance the pain Mo Heng was going through.
She seemed to have magical powers. Although she was so small and soft, she seemed to be able to pierce through all the darkness.
Mo Heng felt his breathing gradually calm down.
Yes, he is afraid of darkness and confined spaces.
Those horrible memories came flooding back, and he felt that he would be tortured for a long time.
He didn't want Xingxing to see him so useless.
But Xingxing saw it, came over and held his hand.
Mo Heng's eyes turned red at this moment.
"Yes, I'm scared." The little boy's hoarse voice sounded softly, trembling, and he endured the pain as if a pair of scissors had stabbed into his wound.
"I was locked up in a room like this for a long, long time."
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