"Take this and go to the town public security bureau to find the director. Have them bring police officers and rush to Wuming Village. I'll wait for them here."
Liu San took the note from Zhao Lihan and left.
Zhao Lihan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Liu San disappear into the night. He then turned and said to the young man, "Your current mission is to stay here and assist the public security comrades."
"Comrade, I'm familiar with the place. I'll go in with you!"
"Don't worry, I'm professionally trained and more than capable of dealing with these people. Given the current situation, we can't alert the enemy. The fewer people there are, the better. If I'm discovered, it will be easier for me to hide."
…
Zhao Lihan had practiced Qinggong in the army, so a wall of this magnitude was no problem for him. With a single leap, he silently entered the courtyard. Then, he quickly dodged the patrols, hiding among a pile of debris and observing his surroundings. His first goal was to find the wing room.
At this moment, a middle-aged man came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of steaming food. Before he had gone far, Zhao Lihan pulled him to the corner.
This scene scared the middle-aged man, and the dish in his hand almost fell down. Fortunately, Zhao Lihan was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and caught it steadily.
He lowered his voice and said, "Listen to me, I won't hurt you, as long as you cooperate."
The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Zhao Lihan and nodded repeatedly to show his agreement.
He came to his senses and stammered, "Okay, okay, good man, I'm not one of theirs. I was captured to help them cook."
"Just tell me where the wing is."
"The wing room? The woman we captured today is being held in there. There are many people guarding the door, so you can't get in like this."
Zhao Lihan looked at him and said, "What do you think?"
The middle-aged man pointed to his right and said, "You go in from this position. There's no one guarding there. If you move the firewood a little, you will see a secret door. Just go in directly."
He paused and said, "When you go in, be careful, there is a guard in the room."
Zhao Lihan thanked him and was about to leave.
The middle-aged man pulled his arm and said, "If you have the ability, please save the girls in the woodshed! They are so pitiful, being tortured to death by them every day. I really can't bear to see it."
"Don't worry, I'll find a way. After you deliver the food, leave if you can. If you can't, find a place to hide."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Zhao Lihan turned and walked towards the secret door.
He came to a pile of dry firewood, tiptoed to move the firewood away, and saw a wooden board. He gently pushed the wall panel and found that it was a movable board. He pushed it open a crack and saw a young man sitting under the dim kerosene lamp, dozing off by the table.
Zhao Lihan crouched down and walked in, quietly walking towards the man...
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Wang Xiaolan, who was in a coma, entered a dream and found herself back in her home in the 21st century. Her parents were preparing a grand wedding for her.
She walked into her room and saw a girl in a wedding dress sitting on her former bed.
She wondered, "Who is this person? Why is he sitting on my bed?"
At this time, my mother came in with a plate of wedding candy.
She smiled and said, "Xiaolan, my dear daughter, you are finally getting married. I am very happy today."
"What, her name is Xiaolan? Am I not her daughter?"
Her mother hugged her and said with tears in her eyes, "Ah Wei, this is a good child. I feel that the last wedding didn't go well, so I will hold a new wedding for you today. You must treat the man well after you marry him."
Wang Xiaolan, who was standing nearby, looked at her mother and shouted, "Mom, I'm here, she's not here."
However, her mother did not hear her words, but passed directly through her own body and left the room.
At this time, a voice said: "Don't wander around here anymore. You are just a ghost floating in the 21st century. They can't see you at all."
After hearing what he said, Wang Xiaolan left her room helplessly and went to the study, where she saw her father sighing.
He muttered to himself, "Xiaolan, this kid, because of a car accident, even forgot all the medical knowledge he had worked so hard to learn for so many years. It's such a pity."
Wang Xiaolan walked over, squatted down, and rested her head on her father's knees. Her father did not feel her coming and kept slapping his thighs. His palms went straight through Wang Xiaolan's head, but she did not feel anything.
He just kept muttering to himself: "I originally planned to pass on my years of medical experience to my daughter, but who can I pass it on to now?"
Wang Xiaolan's mother came in and comforted her, "Old man, don't think too much. Your daughter was in trouble, and she has recovered so well. You should be happy. It's God's blessing on us. It doesn't matter whether there is anyone to inherit your medical skills. As long as Xiaolan is well, that's enough. Let's go out. The bridegroom will be here soon."
Wang Xiaolan listened to her parents' conversation. She wanted to throw herself into their arms and tell them loudly, "I am here with you. I haven't forgotten the medical skills my father taught me."
At this moment, the sound of firecrackers was heard downstairs. Wang Xiaolan's parents supported each other and hurriedly passed through Wang Xiaolan's body.
She left her home disappointed and went downstairs. She saw her former fiancé, dressed in a suit and tie, with a happy smile on his face, walking past her. She couldn't help but reach out to pull him, but he didn't react at all and walked straight up the stairs through her arm.
She cried sadly and sat on the steps. People who went up the stairs had to step on their own bodies.
Just then, a voice came from the corridor, "Hey, what are you doing sitting here? Hurry up and leave! No one in this world knows you exist. Go! Someone wants to hurt you. If you're too late, you won't be saved."
Wang Xiaolan heard someone talking, she looked around and found no one else in the corridor.
"What are you looking at? That's you."
She looked upstairs and saw a young man shouting at her.
I thought to myself, “This is the only person who can see me.”
Seeing that Wang Xiaolan was indifferent to what he said, the man became very angry. He rushed down from upstairs and kicked Wang Xiaolan down the stairs.
"Ah, ah. Help..."
The cry for help did not attract anyone.
She closed her eyes in disappointment and let her body sink down, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss. She struggled in fear but could not move.
She instinctively cried out for help: "Help me... Help me."
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