Qingqing fell on the bumpy back seat, her hands and feet were tied, and she was groggy and half-conscious.
She didn't quite remember what happened, she just knew that they were eating, but suddenly she felt dizzy, and then she fell asleep.
When she woke up, she was kidnapped again, yes "again".
She was kidnapped three times in half a year, could she apply for a world record?
Of course, this teasing thought could not have come from Qingqing herself, but from Fu Sijian who fell beside her.
He was also kidnapped, and happened to be in the same car with Qingqing.
The kidnappers this time were very careful, and searched the two people upside down. All the things that might be installed with positioning devices were thrown away, to ensure that this time there would be no more accidents because of these small electronic products.
Fu Sijian was conscious at first. Perhaps because they felt that they had no ability to resist, these kidnappers spoke casually.
Fu Sijian knew that they were together with the group that kidnapped Qingqing in the museum before. To be more precise, both groups were hired by the same person.
Why did I use the word "at the beginning" just now? Because Fu Sijian's consciousness is gradually becoming blurred.
He was stabbed in the abdomen and blood was flowing out. The kidnappers would not be kind enough to help him stop the bleeding, so as the blood was lost, his body became weaker.
If this continued, he might die from excessive blood loss.
But Fu Sijian did not want to die, at least not now.
If he died, what would happen to Qingqing?
From the brief confrontation just now, Fu Sijin could tell that these people were all desperate criminals.
Qingqing was still so young and had no ability to protect herself. If she fell into their hands, she would probably...
Gritting his teeth, Fu Sijin forced himself to end his guess.
He had to protect Qingqing, even if he had to risk his life, he had to wait until his father and others came to rescue her.
"Ah... Ah Jin."
As time passed, the effect of the medicine on Qingqing's body gradually faded.
She opened her eyes in a daze and found that she was no longer in the bumpy car, but was moved to a dark abandoned factory.
The surroundings were quiet and there was no one, but a very familiar figure lying in the distance-Fu Sijin.
The blurred vision gradually focused. The moment she saw the wounds on Fu Sijin's body, Qingqing's heart sank and tears fell.
"Ajin... Ajin, wuwuwu... Ajin, take care of Qingqing, Qingqing is scared..."
Blood, too much blood. Fu Sijin's whole body was soaked in blood,
with the abdomen as the center. This terrible scene hit Qingqing's heart and made her feel very painful. It's too uncomfortable. What if... What if Ajin died? At this moment, Qingqing strangely understood the fear of death. "Wuwu... Wuwu..." As if she heard the cry of a child, a struggling sob suddenly came from behind Qingqing. She turned her head subconsciously and almost screamed out of fright. She saw a disheveled female ghost lying behind her, followed by a motionless little ghost, crawling towards her. The scene was extremely scary, especially in such a dark and shabby factory. Qingqing got goosebumps all over her body. At this moment, the closed factory door suddenly opened, and a man dressed in black, with his face hidden in darkness, walked in. As soon as she saw him, Qingqing's little body trembled instinctively. For some reason, she was very impressed by this person. Or rather, she was particularly familiar with this person's body shape. She seemed to have seen him appear around her more than once. The man who passed by them on the way to Director Gao's house before, the figure in the elevator of the farmhouse... Each of them can be superimposed with the man in front of them and become the same person. It turns out that the real murderer has been lurking beside Qingqing. Fu Sijin weakly opened his eyes a little and looked at the appearance of the real murderer in despair. The man on the other side did not walk directly to Qingqing. Instead, he came to Fu Sijin first, picked up his collar with one hand, and slowly approached him with a masked face, and said hoarsely: "Long time no see, little guy." "Who are you?" Fu Sijin frowned and asked. "Who am I?" Han Dayu tilted his head to think for a moment, then smiled and said, "You should actually ask your mother about this question." After saying that, he changed the subject and said, "But actually, you know me, too." "I don't think I've ever seen you." Fu Sijian looked back at him calmly, but he kept looking at Qingqing with worry in the corner of his eyes. "Never seen me?" He let go of Fu Sijian, letting him fall and tear the wound, causing him to sweat profusely. Han Dayu stared at him from above, his tone cold: "Maybe you will be more familiar with this person, Huzi." Hearing the call, a strong man who was almost two meters tall and had a hideous scar on his face walked into the factory with heavy steps, step by step. As soon as he saw his figure, Fu Sijian's face gradually turned pale, and his whole body began to tremble. "Why...you..." His heart was beating wildly, and the familiar pain surged up like a tide, instantly drowning him, suffocating pain. "Long time no see, little guy." Hu Zi grinned, revealing a sly and somewhat perverted smile, and the scar on his face twisted like an ugly insect. "No...impossible..." Fu Sijian struggled to retreat, the whole person was like a frightened bird, and fell into a stress-like extreme fear. My brain was in a mess, and my consciousness was blurred. The psychiatrist's words rang in my ears: You suffered severe, long-term violent trauma in your childhood. At the same time, my childhood memories began to roll back like crazy. The giant hand strangling my throat, the pain of punches falling on my body, and the threatening words in my ears.
"All this is your mother's fault. If you want to hate someone, just hate your mother."
Hate, hate, hate...
This nightmare has been haunting him since the third grade of elementary school, making him gradually hate his mother, but he can't really hate her.
No one knows what he has experienced. When he was young, Fu Sijian once thought about asking adults for help, but he only saw his father a few times a year. Mother...
She was the main cause of all this, and the inexplicable knot in his heart prevented him from taking the first step towards her for help.
Especially when he was covered with scales and the other party was sitting high on the sofa, looking down at him indifferently.
He felt that there seemed to be an unbottomable abyss between him and his mother.
They could see each other's existence, but you couldn't come over, and I couldn't get close.
Why...what if it's him?
Why...didn't someone else suffer this disaster?
Oh, it turns out it's because he has a mother who has committed a heinous crime.
He knew clearly that the other party's words could not be trusted, but the long-term indulging in violence inevitably gave rise to dark thoughts.
The struggle between reason and uncontrolled negative emotions gradually shaped his twisted mind over time.
He is a patient, terminally ill and incurable.
Fu Sizhen knew this very well, but he could not save himself and could only struggle in the quagmire that he was sinking deeper and deeper into.
"No...don't!"
The sudden burst of sharp children's voices brought Fu Sizhen back to his wandering thoughts. He found that his throat was once again locked by the two devilish giant hands, and the familiar feeling of suffocation surged up.
Without even the strength to struggle, Fu Sijian's limbs drooped to the ground. Was he
going to be
... killed?
"No, stop it! Let him go, don't kill him!"
Qingqing struggled desperately, and did not stop even though the rough ropes left bloodstains on her. She cried loudly, trying to stop these bad guys from killing Fu Sijian, killing... her son.
"Listen to the crying." Raising his hand to let Hu Zi stop the action first, Han Dayu closed his eyes in ecstasy, immersed in the enjoyment of Qingqing's crying: "How wonderful."
He walked briskly, skipping to Qingqing's side, instantly pinched her throat, and lifted her up.
Qingqing!
Fu Sijian's eyes widened with anger, and suddenly he grabbed the big hand that was clasping his neck with one hand.
Without paying attention to the movement behind him, Han Dayu grabbed Qingqing and shook her hard a few times, deliberately torturing her.
Qingqing's legs were suspended in the air, and her short legs kicked weakly a few times in the air. Her little face turned red due to lack of oxygen.
Her two chubby little hands were clasped in the man's gloved hands. It seemed that the threat of death had unleashed her potential. Her trimmed and rounded nails could actually scratch the back of Han Dayu's hand through the gloves.
"Hiss!" Han Dayu felt pain and shook his hand subconsciously. Qingqing's petite body flew out diagonally, hit the beam hard, and slid down weakly.
"Mmmmm... Han... Han Dayu..."
The 'female ghost' behind saw this scene and immediately struggled violently.
Han Dayu took off his gloves in disgrace, looking at the red marks on the back of his hands with an ugly face.
He raised his head suddenly and roared at the female ghost: "Shut up, bitch! I haven't settled the matter with you about your cheating and giving birth to this bastard. If you keep making noise, I will kill you first today!"
"Mmm..." With a cloth stuffed in her mouth, the female ghost's words were a little unclear, but people could still barely understand: "You... have no conscience... How many more people do you want to... harm... before you... are satisfied?"
Such a young child, this beast actually attacked him without hesitation. Does this man still have a conscience?
She regretted more than once how she could be so blind to fall for this worse-than-animal dog.
No, calling him a dog is still an insult to dogs, at least dogs won't kill their wives and children!
It turns out that the female ghost described as a wolf is Han Weilan's mother.
Furious at being scolded, Han Dayu suddenly strode over, passed Han's mother, and grabbed the unconscious Han Xiaodi.
"Since you are so good at scolding, I'll see if you can still scold this little bastard after he dies."
Han's mother was so frightened that she immediately struggled violently, shaking her head frantically, and actually threw the rag out of her mouth.
Seeing that Han Dayu had taken out a small knife with a cold and sharp glow on the blade, she was so frightened that she screamed immediately.
"Stop, stop now, he's not my child, he's Lanlan's son, your grandson, your own grandson, he has your blood in him, stop now!"
"What did you say?" Han Dayu stopped moving, looking at the child in his hands in disbelief: "This is... this is my grandson?"
"Yes, you're the only man in my life, we haven't seen each other for 30 years, it's impossible for me to give birth to this child alone, he's Lanlan's child, but I don't know who the father is, for Lanlan's reputation, I forced her to register the child under my name and raise him as her brother." In order
to prevent Han Dayu from really hurting her grandson, Han's mother didn't care at all, and blurted out the secret that had been hidden for many years.
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