Chapter 59 Chapter 59 Kidnapping
Song Jianan didn't know what kind of storm his departure had caused. He walked out of the high-speed rail station and looked at the night in the strange city. He felt that the wind blowing here was more comfortable and pleasant than the wind in Yunjing, and the air seemed to be fresher.
He looked back at the huge building behind him.
Four bright red characters "Yuanzhou North Station" came into view.
He really left Yunjing.
Excitement, joy, trance... several indescribable emotions intertwined and stirred in my heart.
Song Jianan opened his eyes wide and stared for a long time.
He stood in the night wind, like countless other people coming and going in Yuanzhou.
After a while, he slowly smiled, his eyebrows curved and his eyes were bright.
He turned around, walked briskly to the roadside, hailed a taxi to the hotel he had booked, and paid the fare with the little cash he had.
The hotel is affordable, the rooms are not big, and the interior decoration looks cheap. Compared with the Song family or Song Yuqiao's villa, it can be said to be extremely simple.
Song Jianan didn't care. He put down his schoolbag and turned on his cell phone. Hundreds of missed calls popped up immediately, almost all from Song Yuqiao, interspersed with one missed call from Xie Mao and several messages from Xie Mao.
He cleared the messages, immediately turned on airplane mode, connected to the hotel wifi, then clicked on Xie Mao's message and briefly informed Xie Mao that he was safe, thinking that he would apply for a new phone card tomorrow morning.
Then I ordered some takeout and went to take a shower.
After the takeaway arrived, he ate while searching for rental information online.
It was already midnight, and the messages he sent had received almost no response. He was not in a hurry. He saved some rental information, turned off his phone, and planned to look at it slowly when he got up tomorrow.
His savings were enough to support him in this strange city for a while, so there was no need to rush.
The curtains were not drawn and you could see the city night view from the bed.
Song Jianan lay on his side, resting his head on his folded hands, and watched for a long time until the fatigue from running around came over him. Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, he woke up to bright sunshine.
The nights in Yuanzhou were not as hot as those in Yunjing. He did not turn on the air conditioner or cover himself with a blanket. The sunlight gently enveloped him through the glass window.
He blinked, took a clear look at his surroundings, recalled what happened last night, and sat up and stretched in a good mood.
Today is a brand new and beautiful day. The only bad thing is that the mosquitoes last night were too vicious and bit him so much that his hands and neck are itchy.
He scratched his arm casually and it turned a little red, but his current body had never suffered any hardship, so it would turn red, blue and purple with just a few bumps, so he didn't care too much.
He went into the bathroom to wash up, but when he looked up, he saw that his neck was red and still a little itchy. He scratched it a few times, frowned, and thought, I will go to the small supermarket next to the hotel to buy a bottle of toilet water when I go out.
After packing up his few belongings, he checked out of the room with his schoolbag on his back. While scratching the itchy spot, he walked into the supermarket and bought a bottle of toilet water. After paying, he quickly opened it and sprayed it on himself.
The supermarket cashier took one look at his red neck, her face also turning red, and took the initiative to say, "You must be allergic. Spraying floral water won't help. You need to go to the pharmacy and buy some allergy medicine."
Song Jianan was stunned and suddenly realized that he might really be allergic.
In his previous life, he had just been kicked out of the Song family, and he often suffered allergic reactions due to the poor quality of the clothes he wore, the bed he slept on, or the sofa he slept on. The symptoms were also redness and itching. In severe cases, the allergic reaction would spread throughout the body. It took him a long time to gradually adapt.
But his body has not yet adapted to the situation and has been pampered by the luxurious life of the rich. The bedding in this hotel is of mediocre material, which should be the source of the allergy.
He thanked the cashier, asked for the nearest pharmacy, bought some medicine and took it, so that he had time to have breakfast.
After breakfast, the messages sent last night received responses one after another. Song Jianan went to apply for a new phone card, contacted the landlord, confirmed the time for viewing the house, took the subway to the agreed location, and called Xie Mao at the same time.
The two chatted for a while, and Xie Mao reminded him: "Your boyfriend came to see us, and he will probably look for you everywhere. In short, you should always pay attention to the situation around you and don't let him find out. I think he cares about this matter very much."
Song Jianan nodded, "Okay, I understand."
But he thought to himself, Yuanzhou is so far away from Yunjing, even if Song Yuqiao's arms are long, he can't reach it.
After getting off the subway, he said to Xie Mao, "I'm going to look at houses. I'll call you back in the evening."
After hanging up the phone, he looked around. It seemed quite lively, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a job nearby.
He looked at several houses. The new communities were well-renovated, but the prices were also expensive. The old communities were cheaper and some were well-renovated, but there were many inconveniences. He planned to take another look.
It’s five o’clock in the afternoon and there’s still one last house left to see.
Arriving at the gate of the complex, the landlord, a simple-looking middle-aged man, spoke in Mandarin with a rare Yuanzhou accent. He said, "There's no house in this complex anymore. I'll take you to the next door. The house there is exactly the same as here, with the same layout and decoration."
Song Jianan hesitated for a moment, "Which neighborhood? Where is it located?"
The landlord said, "Oh, it's right next to it. It won't take more than ten minutes to walk there." As he said that, he walked forward.
Song Jianan didn't want to go. He had his eyes on a house in this community, but the landlord didn't tell him in advance. Instead, he wanted him to look at houses elsewhere. He always felt that there was something fishy going on here.
But the landlord had already walked forward, and he didn't even have time to say no. He frowned and followed him anyway.
Ten minutes later, the two walked into a secluded alley.
Song Jianan stopped, unwilling to move forward. Suspicious, he asked, "Why haven't they arrived yet? Didn't they say it would take less than ten minutes?"
The landlord also stopped, turned around and looked at him with a smile, "It's been exactly ten minutes, right here."
Song Jianan realized that he had been tricked. He looked at him angrily, but didn't dare to confront him. He planned to leave, go back and give him a bad review, and write a warning post to post online!
When I turned around, I saw two tall and strong men walking towards the alley, blocking the little light in the alley.
He was frightened and walked forward quickly with his head down, but he almost bumped into a wall of flesh. The two men were blocking the exit.
Song Jianan looked up quickly and saw that one of them was bald and had a tattoo on his left arm, while the other had a mole at the corner of his mouth and a tattoo on his right arm. He was horrified and quickly lowered his head and stepped aside, saying, "You two can go first."
The man with the mole on the corner of his mouth said, "Brother Biao, is that him?"
The landlord came over and said, "Yes, hurry up."
Song Jianan looked at the "landlord" called Brother Biao in horror, then looked at the two tattooed men. He realized that the landlord was in cahoots with them, "What are you going to do?"
The man with the mole on the corner of his mouth said with a grin, "What for? Of course I want to exchange you for some money."
Brother Biao gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Stop talking nonsense."
The man immediately shut his mouth.
Song Jianan felt a chill in his heart and his body was trembling. There was a solid wall behind him and bad guys with bad intentions surrounding him in front of him.
His voice trembled: "How much do you want? I'll give it to you! Don't come over here!"
Brother Biao was unmoved and simply covered his mouth and nose with his hands. He inhaled something like dust into his mouth and nose. He felt dizzy and his consciousness became blurred. He closed his eyes and his body went limp.
"Hurry up! Don't let anyone find out!"
Two men carried the unconscious Song Jianan, one walked to the front to check the situation at the intersection, and made a gesture to the two people behind.
The two men quickly carried the person into a black car.
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When Song Jianan woke up, his hands and feet were tied, his eyes were covered with a black cloth so he couldn't see anything, and his mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth.
There was a bumpy feeling under him, as if he was in a car with people sitting on both sides. As his body swayed with the car, he could feel the muscular arms.
He heard his kidnappers talking about the accident that almost happened when he was unconscious not long ago. They cursed the driver on the opposite side under their breath and laughed at his stupidity. He believed Brother Biao's poor excuse and let them get the person without any effort.
Song Jianan was so frightened that he didn't care about being angry about what they said. He knew nothing about his surroundings. He didn't know where they would take him, nor why they kidnapped him, an ordinary Beta.
He has nothing, no relatives, no huge property, and he is not a delicate Omega who is sought after by others. The only thing that people care about him is probably his bank card with less than 20,000 yuan in deposit.
They were probably not interested in a mere 20,000 yuan. Song Jianan did not move, so no one realized that he was awake. They talked about their deal unscrupulously, saying that if the deal was successful, they would be able to split the one million equally.
Song Jianan was extremely nervous and anxious, but he tried hard to stay calm. He subconsciously wanted to bite his lips, but he could only bite the piece of cloth, so he bit it hard. Although he couldn't bite it, the muscles on his face became sore because of the cloth, but only in this way could he try his best to overcome the instinct of his body trembling.
He pricked up his ears and tried to get some information from their conversation, but to no avail. They were just chatting casually and didn't say much useful information. They quickly changed the subject and talked about things that Song Jianan didn't care about.
But Song Jianan still listened very carefully, trying not to miss a single word.
The journey seemed very long, and they gradually began to chat in a disjointed manner, and then fell into silence, with someone occasionally speaking.
Song Jianan felt a little dizzy and wanted to vomit, maybe because of motion sickness. The person on his left seemed to have fallen asleep and was snoring loudly.
He bumped his shoulder against the man on his right and heard himself whimper.
The man yelled at him impatiently: "Behave yourself!"
Song Jianan was so scared that he didn't dare to move, but his head was dizzy and the feeling of vomiting rose in his throat. He could hardly bear it for another minute. He couldn't think and could only rely on instinct to continue to hit the man with his shoulder, whimpering in his mouth, trying to make him hear his thoughts.
The man impatiently pushed him back into his seat, cursing for almost an hour before a voice from the front stopped him, "Take the cloth out of his mouth and see if he needs to go to the bathroom."
The man then viciously pulled out the piece of cloth and threw it aside.
Song Jianan couldn't help but retched, but he didn't actually vomit. He took a deep breath, moved his sore facial muscles, and said with great difficulty, "Stop the car, I'm going to vomit."
The car stopped, the black cloth on Song Jianan's eyes was still not removed, and his body was dragged out.
"Right here, vomit quickly." The man stood away.
Song Jianan lowered his head and tried to vomit in an awkward standing position, but nothing came out and his head became even more dizzy.
The man with the mole on the corner of his mouth dragged him out. He smoked a cigarette, frowning as he studied the skinny Beta before him. His skin was paler, more like an Omega's. But why was it a little red? A fever? No, why did all those red spots appear on his neck? Could he be sick?
It doesn’t matter what disease it is, as long as he doesn’t die.
He finished smoking a cigarette, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet, then said to Song Jianan, "Hey, are you done?"
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