Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Backlight
Song Jianan's temporary escape plan was full of loopholes. Song Yuqiao easily found out his itinerary and confirmed that he was fine. He felt a little relieved and took a private plane to Yuanzhou overnight, and then took a car to the positioning area.
The positioning system in Song Jianan's phone was turned off, and he could only rely on base station positioning to find the approximate area. He had no intention of booking a hotel, so he stayed in the car where he couldn't fully stretch his arms and legs. Sometimes he would open the door and smoke a few cigarettes outside the car, hoping that Song Jianan would pass by this road.
In today's economically developed society, money can be equated with power to a certain extent. The Song family is powerful enough, and Song Yuqiao's power is also strong enough, but Yuanzhou is not Yunjing after all. A strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, so he cannot do whatever he wants.
He could only wait until dawn, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see. He only called the contact when he thought the time was almost up.
Then, he rushed to the Yuanzhou Public Security Bureau, checked the surveillance footage, and searched for clues in hundreds of surveillance images.
Finally seeing a familiar figure, Song Yuqiao stared at the surveillance camera with red eyes. He asked Lin Shu to keep an eye on this side and report Song Jianan's whereabouts at any time. He then took a local to drive to track him.
After experiencing traffic jams, Song Jianan taking the subway and being unable to confirm his final destination, and car accidents, Song Yuqiao's facial muscles became more and more tense, and he looked as terrifying as a demon.
The driver who was driving him was trembling with fear and became more focused and serious.
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Lin Shu said that Song Jianan suddenly disappeared from a certain surveillance camera. Many of the nearby surveillance cameras were broken. Song Yuqiao was extremely nervous, his eyes were red, and his face was distorted and hideous due to excessive panic.
He forced himself to suppress his worries, his mind racing. He not only instructed Lin Shu on many things, but also made many phone calls himself, alarming countless people.
Before he found Song Jianan, Mr. Song called him and he dealt with it for the time being.
Many relatives and friends also sent messages to inquire about the situation. When Cheng Feng called, he didn't want to answer, but accidentally swiped the answer button.
Cheng Feng's teasing voice came: "I heard that the canary raised by Mr. Song ran away?"
Song Yuqiao's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a hint of fatigue in the coldness. "It's okay, I'm hanging up."
Cheng Feng quickly said, "Hey, wait, let me introduce you to someone who might be able to help you."
The avatar on the business card that Cheng Feng pushed over looked somewhat familiar. When he saw the name again, he remembered that this was Song Jianan's friend Xie Mao. However, he didn't bother to think about whether this person was reliable or not. In a desperate move, he added the person on the other end, dialed the number directly, and stated his identity.
Xie Mao was stunned and his face became serious.
The two communicated.
Just after he hung up the phone, Song Zhen, who rarely contacted others, also called him.
Song Zhen is not someone who likes to join in the fun.
Song Yuqiao frowned for a second and answered the call, "Big sister?"
Song Zhen: "Are you looking for Song Jianan? His disappearance may be related to Song Xifan. On the day of Grandpa's birthday party, I heard him looking for cooperation with Song Yuxuan, but was rejected by Song Yuxuan. You can check with Song Xifan."
"Thanks, big sister."
Song Yuqiao's brows were furrowed, and his face looked terribly gloomy.
While waiting for a reply, Song Yuqiao smoked one cigarette after another, thinking about Jiajia uncontrollably, wondering if he had suffered, if he had been hurt, and if he was frightened and didn't even dare to cry, but could only huddle in the corner and shiver.
Song Yuqiao's eyes were sore and regret appeared on his face.
If he agreed to let Jiajia stay overnight, would Jiajia not suddenly come to Yuanzhou and nothing would happen?
It was just a night out, why didn't he agree? If he disliked the hotel, would it be difficult to find another one for Jiajia and his friends? If he was worried about Jiajia's safety, wouldn't he secretly send someone to follow him and protect him?
He asked himself repeatedly in his heart.
But even if we attribute everything to an inappropriate desire for possession and control, what can we do? Can it bring Jiajia peace?
The light illuminated his eyes, and there seemed to be some light flashing inside.
Lin Shu was shocked when he saw this.
Song Yuqiao lowered his head, threw away the cigarette butt, and when he looked up again, his face was cold and sharp, completely different from his previous appearance.
Lin Shu touched the glasses on the bridge of his nose and almost thought he had seen it wrong.
"Lin Shu, is there any result?"
Lin Shu hurried to report the latest news to him.
Song Xifan spent two hours longer than usual at Sanshan Hall some time ago. He also approached Song Yuxuan several times recently, but seemed to be turned away. In addition, he also found abnormal transactions in Song Xinyin's account.
Song Yuqiao listened in silence and said coldly, "Follow up on Song Xinyin's unusual transaction and also check Song Yuxuan's side."
The next day, Song Yuqiao received a text message on his mobile phone: The person you are looking for is in my hands. Bring one million cash to this place. Don’t bring anyone else, otherwise you will bear the consequences.
The address is attached at the end.
Song Yuqiao clenched his fingers around the phone, his eyes fixed on the text message, and instructed Lin Shu to contact the most elite bodyguard of Song Security Company.
He drove alone to the address in the text message.
Halfway through the journey, the phone rang.
"Mr. Song, we found it!"
The location found was completely different from the address in the text message.
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The car stopped.
Song Jianan was dragged out of the car in a daze and thrown to the ground. His delicate body hit the hard floor and his skin felt a burning pain.
At this time, the black cloth on the eyes was taken off.
He was in a small, dilapidated room with only a very high window. The light was not very bright, but it was enough for him to see.
Half of Song Jianan's cheek was scratched, and even the dust couldn't cover up the blood that was seeping out. The other cheek was snow-white with an abnormal blush, and the sweat left some marks after it dried. His chestnut hair was messy and draped over his forehead. His tear-filled eyes looked at the figure standing in front of him, with panic and fear in his eyes, full of pleading and helplessness.
The bald man's evil expression paused, and he couldn't take his eyes off the person on the ground again and again.
Song Jianan felt hot all over and was tortured by the itchy and painful sensation on his skin. His mind was in a mess and he subconsciously asked for help from the nearest person.
The bald man was brought back to his senses by his whimpering sound. The warning words circled on his lips, and he stared at him with his thick eyebrows frowned.
After a while, she squatted down, pulled the cloth out of his mouth, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to say?"
"Medicine... There's medicine in the bag... Give me the medicine in the bag."
Song Jianan was breathing hard, as if his lungs were blocked by something. The air was becoming thinner and thinner, making it difficult to breathe.
As his body's reactions became more and more abnormal, Song Jianan gradually realized that he was not carsick, but his allergic reaction was aggravated.
After getting off the car and vomiting once, they didn't stuff the cloth into his mouth, so he immediately asked for medicine. However, they said he wouldn't die and ignored him. He asked for medicine many times, but his mouth was soon gagged again.
But he had no other choice. He didn't know what the outcome of being kidnapped would be. But at least he didn't want to die yet, so he could only rely on his instinct to ask for help from these bandits.
"Save me... I'll die if I don't take the medicine..."
He curled up on the ground, trying hard to get closer to the bald man, his eyes wide open with tears and pleading in them. He looked as pitiful as a blade of grass being stepped on by someone, who could destroy him completely with just a slight crush.
The bald man glanced out the door and blocked his mouth again, "Wait."
Song Jianan's fighting spirit suddenly relaxed, his consciousness gradually became a little fuzzy, and he vaguely heard the sound of an argument.
Summer should be scorching hot, but the rough cement floor is cool. Song Jianan is wrapped in this coolness. This feeling is a bit familiar, like Song Yuqiao's embrace, slightly cool, sometimes scaring him, and sometimes making him feel at ease.
His body was trembling slightly. From the moment he was kidnapped until now, he pretended to be calm and hid his fear, but in fact he had already been panicked and lost.
The kidnappers wanted one million. Who would they ask for that one million? Perhaps they could sell him, but he was a Beta, so who would pay a million for him? Perhaps, just like in his past life, there would be a powerful figure who loved toying with Betas and couldn't wait to buy him.
The kidnappers might also dig out his organs and auction them on the black market for a high price, and they would get far more than one million.
The fear of the unknown gripped his mind tightly, and together with the pain brought by the allergic reaction, it almost crushed him. He felt extremely desperate.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't escape the kidnappers' clutches. It seemed that he could do nothing but wait for an unknown but doomed tragic end.
The light in the room gradually dimmed and my body grew colder.
He was shaking even more violently, and it took all his strength to catch his breath.
He was dazed and wondered if he was being held by Song Yuqiao. Just like every time afterwards, he curled up weakly in that slightly cool embrace, held tightly by strong and powerful arms. His body was shaking, his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound, and breathing seemed particularly difficult. Song Yuqiao would gently stroke his back and kiss his forehead, his eyes, and his lips one by one.
"elder brother……"
He murmured, his eyelids already heavy and closed, but tears were still streaming down his face.
"Hey, take your medicine."
The thing in Song Jianan's mouth was pulled out, and his mouth was stiffly open, almost unable to close. His chin was forced up, and the hand holding his chin was very strong. It seemed to pause for a moment, and then he was roughly forced to drink medicine, thrown back, and his mouth was blocked again.
Song Jianan couldn't hear what the man said. He curled up on the ground, crying unconsciously, thinking about that glimmer of hope.
He once thought of Song Yuqiao when he was most desperate.
He couldn't think of anyone else who could come to save him except Song Yuqiao.
But will Song Yuqiao come to save him?
He didn't know, just like he didn't know whether the last phone call in his previous life went through.
Song Jianan's thoughts became more and more confused, sometimes drowsy, sometimes awake. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at a certain point in the void. He could not feel the cold or heat, the changes in light and shadow, or the passage of time.
When strong light poured in and heavy footsteps were heard in his ears, Song Jianan did not move, his eyes were dull.
He thought he might be hallucinating, otherwise how could he hear someone calling him "Jia Jia".
That voice sounded so much like Song Yuqiao's, yet so urgent, as if some treasure had been lost and then recovered.
He blinked his eyelashes and slowly moved his gaze towards the door, where he saw the familiar figure coming against the light.
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