Chapter 77 Crashing off a Cliff
Chapter 77
Where is Wen Ran?
Where did Wen Ran go?
Did she run away, or was she taken away by someone? Who took her away and what would they do to her?
A huge panic weighed on Wen Xi's heart. His eyes went blank and he felt dizzy. He picked up his phone in a daze and called Wen Ran over and over again, but every time he got the answer "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off."
The phone screen shattered into a spider web, just like his sanity was falling apart at the moment. The sharp edges of the tempered glass fragments pierced his fingertips, and bright red blood flowed out from them.
"Are you okay?" The kind-hearted female student went back out of concern, and saw Wen Xi standing there with a pale face, blood on his hands, and dialing the phone again and again in a trance.
Her heart skipped a beat, realizing that the child might have fallen. She quickly supported Wen Xi's arm and said, "Don't panic. Is there anyone from your family who can come with you? Go check on them first. I'll go with you to look for your sister."
Wen Xi's ears were buzzing. He stared blankly at the girl with a worried face. It took him a while to figure out what she was saying. He said, "Thank you..."
His voice was extremely hoarse due to excessive panic, his throat was filled with blood, and the taste of rust filled his mouth. Wen Xi held the phone tightly, and the tempered glass fragments pricked his fingers. The pain forced him to withdraw his reason.
Wen Xi managed to cheer himself up, and seeing his companions waiting for the female student, he said in a hoarse voice: "I can do it myself. I have family, we can find it ourselves."
The companion behind her urged silently, and the female student took out a tissue and stuffed it into Wenxi's hand, leaving with a look of reluctance on her face. The wound on her finger was stained with glass fragments, and blood was gushing out, staining most of the finger red, and the clean tissue was also soaked with a large area of bright red.
Wen Xi stared at the paper for a few seconds, then his body took a sharp breath.
The phone vibrated, and on the screen was a message from Yan Jue: "Are you not okay yet?" Wen Xi pinched his palm hard, it hurt terribly, but Wen Xi took a deep breath, turned around and ran towards Yan Jue.
Yan Jue had been waiting for Wen Xi and Wen Ran to come back. He sat in the lounge and waited for ten minutes, but there was still no sign of them. He looked towards the bathroom and vaguely heard Wen Xi standing at the door. After waiting for another five minutes, Yan Jue saw a girl talking to Wen Xi, and there was no sign of Wen Ran around them.
Yan Jue was worried that Wen Ran had a stomach upset, so he sent a message with some concern. He watched from a distance as Wen Xi checked his phone, stood there in a daze, and then ran up to him alone.
"Did Ranran have a stomachache?" Ah Quan looked at Wen Xi who was gradually approaching and guessed, "I shouldn't have let her have that big cup of shaved ice at noon. I should have brought Aunt Zhang with me."
As Ah Quan muttered, Yan Jue saw Wen Xi's appearance clearly and ran towards them in panic.
The moment Wen Xi saw Yan Jue, the pain that he had suppressed deep in his heart began to inflict violence on him, punching him in the internal organs one after another. Wen Xi endured the pain and took a deep breath, trying to reduce the pain as much as possible, but his body would not obey him.
Wen Xi had used up all his strength by running to Yan Jue. His steps weakened uncontrollably and he was about to fall to the ground. Yan Jue stepped forward to support him. Wen Xi looked up, revealing a pale face. The phone he was holding tightly in his hand fell to the ground, and the screen was completely shattered.
Ah Quan exclaimed, "What happened?"
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue's concerned expression and his lips that kept opening and closing as he spoke. He could not hear any sound, and his bloodstained hands tightly grasped Yan Jue's arm.
Yan Jue supported Wen Xi's limp body and looked into his red but dry eyes. Bad thoughts gradually grew stronger. He held Wen Xi's jaw with his hand and said, "What's wrong, Wen Wen? Open your mouth and breathe as I say--"
While helping Wen Xi breathe, he turned to look at Ah Quan and said in a deep voice, "Go find Wen Ran."
When Wen Xi heard this, he opened his lips, and the hot summer air poured into his throat, violently and harshly drilling into his lungs. He gasped for breath, raised his head and said anxiously and blankly: "What should I do? Yan Jue... Wen Ran is gone... Someone took her away."
As Wen Xi was speaking, he suddenly thought of the cleaner, the one pushing the large cleaning cart. Realizing that it was most likely he who watched Wen Ran being taken away, Wen Xi was stunned.
"Wenxi——"
"Mr. Wen——"
The man's nervous shouts all turned into insubstantial tinnitus. Wen Xi covered his stomach with one hand. The strong urge to retch caused his trachea to hurt. Wen Xi bent over with a violent cough.
“What should I do…what should I do——”
It was he who suggested bringing his sister out, and it was he who did not think highly of Wen Ran.
It was he who lost Wen Ran.
*
"We found the suspect's cleaning clothes, wigs and cleaning vehicles near an amusement facility that was out of service for maintenance 700 meters away from the crime scene."
"According to surveillance along the way, the suspect who directly kidnapped the victim is a female, about 1.7 to 1.75 meters tall, and about 40 years old. According to the park staff, the suspect is not a park staff member."
"At about 3:45 p.m., the victim entered the last cubicle of the bathroom. It is preliminarily speculated that the suspect used a drug to knock the victim unconscious, hid him in a cleaning vehicle, and then transported him out."
"Since there was no surveillance camera directly facing the scene, we retrieved surveillance footage along the way and found that the suspect had pushed the cleaning vehicle to a facility that was being repaired 700 meters away. There were few people there and it was not easy to spot. Five minutes later, a fully armed man came out holding the victim."
"At 4pm, the surveillance camera at the back door of the amusement park captured the man holding the victim and walking out of the amusement park, walking towards a Mercedes-Benz car on the roadside. After checking, it turned out to be a □□. The owner's information has not yet been found. Due to the heavy traffic on weekends, it will take some time for us to track the vehicle."
\"This is the surveillance video." The police said as he handed the intercepted surveillance video to the table. Wen Xi watched the video in silence.
A strange cleaner pushed a cleaning cart into the maintenance shed. Five minutes later, a man holding a princess-style parasol appeared in the picture. The huge parasol blocked most of the bodies of the two people, but it could still be judged from the shoes that the child being held was Wen Ran.
Judging from her posture, Wen Ran was being dragged and held, with her head down and lying on the man's shoulder. To passers-by, it looked like a child who had fallen asleep from playing and was being held by her father. But everyone present knew that she had been beaten or knocked unconscious.
After one surveillance video was played, the police played another one, which showed the suspect carrying Wen Ran into the car.
Yan Jue gently held Wen Xi's left hand. The broken glass thorns deeply embedded in the flesh had been picked out bit by bit, and then disinfected, applied medicine and wrapped with bandages. During the bandaging process, Wen Xi remained silent and did not say a word.
It was the same at this moment. The lights in the police station were cold and white, shining on Wen Xi's pale cheeks. A small shadow was visible through her eyelashes on her face. Her eyes were red, and her lips were covered with blood scabs. She watched the video quietly with her eyelids drooping.
When all the videos were finished playing, Yan Jue felt the fingers in his palm curl up.
"According to the information you provided and the feedback from the customs, Wen Guoqing entered the country legally five days ago. We preliminarily determined that the suspect is your biological father. His purpose may be to match Wen Ran's bone marrow or to threaten you to donate bone marrow." said the police.
Wen Xi opened his mouth and a hoarse voice came out of his throat with difficulty, "It's Wen Guoqing, I can recognize him. His right Achilles tendon was broken in an accident many years ago, so he has some difficulty walking."
The policeman next to him looked at him, and Wen Xi asked softly: "When can we catch him?"
The police said: "There is a large passenger flow on weekends. We cannot rule out the possibility that he changed his license plate in a blind spot of surveillance. It is difficult to catch him, but customs has restricted exit from the country, and restrictions have been imposed on highway checkpoints, high-speed trains, airplanes and other public transportation. The public security organs will do their best to hunt down the suspect."
Wen Xi lowered her eyelids, her eyes fell on her bandaged fingertips, and she hummed and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
When his second wife Julia found out that Wen Guoqing had been supporting a mistress and embezzling public funds, she sent him to the sanatorium where her first cheating husband had been tortured to death, under the pretext of recuperation. Wen Xi had seen some photos taken by private detectives, and found that Wen Guoqing looked haggard and had been tortured beyond recognition.
Yanjue's company in Country M punished Julia's family company with some commercial means, so that Julia had to be busy in the company every day. Wen Can's condition was not very good. Olivier called Wen Xi countless times, apologizing and begging him to save Wen Can. Wen Xi was annoyed and blocked him. Olivier could not contact him and could not find a match, so he could only accompany his brother in the hospital every day to maintain his life.
It seems like a family that is powerless to fight back.
Because Wen Guoqing was allowed to be tortured by Julia, the country did not rush to file a case, so there was no timely news of Wen Guoqing's entry. As a result, Wen Guoqing returned to the country openly, hid by his side quietly, and kidnapped Wen Ran.
Yan Jue held his hand and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue's guilty face, shook his head, and said softly: "It's not your fault, you are good enough."
It’s all his fault. Blame him for insisting on taking Wen Ran home, blame him for not keeping an eye on Wen Ran, blame him for taking it lightly.
Yan Jue looked at Wen Xi's pale face, feeling guilty and remorseful. He took a breath, hugged Wen Xi, and said in a calm voice, "It's all Wen Guoqing's fault, Wen Xi, it's all Wen Guoqing's fault. The police will catch him."
Wen Xi pursed her lips, tilted her head and buried it in Yan Jue's neck. The grief that she had been forcibly suppressing surged into her heart again. She pressed her face against the man's hot neck, absorbing the warmth to feel alive. Her bandaged fingers were painful when she bent them, and the pain made Wen Xi breathless.
Wen Xi closed his eyes tightly. He thought of the helpless night when his mother died. He had promised to take good care of Wen Ran, but now his sister was lost.
Someone was stroking her back firmly, and Yan Jue was repeating words of comfort in her ear over and over again, but Wen Xi felt like something in her body was disintegrating and breaking into pieces bit by bit.
Wen Xi's eyes were sore and pain filled his whole body, but he couldn't shed a single tear.
I can’t find anyone and I can’t cry.
The police station was too quiet. Wen Xi was in a trance. He didn't know how long it had been before he heard the police report.
"Someone said a suspicious vehicle was found on Binhai Road. There was a little girl sleeping in the passenger seat. It was probably the fleeing vehicle, heading towards the neighboring Jiang Province."
The police were dispatched immediately. Wen Xi's heart beat violently. He stood up suddenly, feeling dizzy. He staggered and held Yan Jue's hand, his teeth trembling: "I want to go, Yan Jue, I want to go."
The blood was flowing rapidly, and the chaotic thoughts gathered. Wen Xi was eager to find Wen Ran, and said in a disordered manner: "I want to find Wen Ran... Don't let him run away."
The Rolls-Royce drove straight to Binhai Road. Yan Jue held Wen Xi's cheeks with both hands, forehead against forehead. His hot body temperature continuously supplied the cold Wen Xi. He analyzed the situation to his confused lover in a low and calm voice: "Wen Guoqing will not run away. He will be stopped at the highway intersection. I will use all my strength to find him."
"Trust the police, Wenxi." Yan Jue kissed Wenxi's wrinkled face and said coldly: "Wenxi, only when you calm down can you find Wenran."
Wen Xi stared at Yan Jue blankly. The man's dark eyes were very close to him, and he looked down at him. The darkness was so dark that not a single light could be seen. There was no smile, only calmness and rationality.
Wen Xi's floating thoughts gradually settled down, gathered together, and pieced together his rationality again. He looked at Yan Jue, gritted his teeth in restraint, nodded with red eyes, and said from his throat: "I'm calm, I'm calm."
Yan Jue kissed him on the lips lovingly, stroked Wen Xi's back with his hand, soothing his frightened lover, listened to Wen Xi's breathing becoming steady, raised his head to look at A Quan who was driving the car in the front seat, frowning where Wen Xi couldn't see.
"Drive faster."
Ah Quan was also tormented because he failed to protect Wen Ran. When he saw Yan Jue's cold and indifferent eyebrows, his heart trembled and he quickly responded, "Okay."
The Rolls-Royce Mercedes drove down the viaduct and onto Binhai Road.
On one side of the coastal road are steep cliffs, and on the other side are undeveloped rugged mountains.
Wen Xi looked at the rapidly changing scenery outside the car, nervously covered his chest, closed his eyes and prayed that the police could stop the man.
The vehicle was speeding, and Wen Xi could slowly hear the sirens, which became louder and louder. When it reached its loudest point, the Rolls-Royce slowly slowed down and finally stopped.
Wen Xi sensed the change and looked up, and saw a police car parked on the side of the road.
Before he could even open his mouth to ask excitedly whether he had caught him, he saw the guardrail being knocked open.
Wenxi's heart suddenly skipped a beat and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Sir, there was a car accident—" Ah Quan's face turned pale and his voice trembled.
The blackened ruts caused by sudden braking, the scattered car parts on the ground, the thick smoke rising from the cliffs, and the restless crowd.
"Don't talk!"
Wen Xi interrupted A Quan loudly.
Wen Xi saw the police running towards him and a very familiar doll falling on the edge of the cliff.
He immediately opened the car door, dodged the person behind him who was pulling his hand, and stumbled towards the doll. He even fell down, and a layer of skin was rubbed off the palm of his arm, revealing blood. However, Wen Xi did not feel any pain. He got up and ran straight towards the doll.
A huge gap was created in the guardrail, like the fangs of a terrifying beast.
Wen Xi had only one thought, that this doll did not have to be a lion. It could be anything except a lion.
But things don't always go as planned.
Wen Xi looked at the lion doll with one leg missing and covered in mud on the ground. His feet could hardly stand and he staggered to his knees. In disbelief, he reached out and grabbed the doll that was hanging precariously on the edge of the cliff.
Wet.
Wen Xi looked at the blood on his palm, his mind went blank for a moment, his sight fell on the vehicle engulfed in flames at the foot of the cliff, his chest began to heave violently, a strong smell of rust rose in his throat, his panting became heavier, but the oxygen he breathed into his chest became thinner and thinner.
He staggered to his feet, "Car accident", "Mercedes-Benz", "It should be the car we are looking for", "It's too late now"
The words of the whispered conversation drilled into Wenxi's eardrums one by one.
Wen Xi covered his ears, whimpered and stepped back. He didn't want to listen, he didn't want to see, he didn't believe it.
Wen Xi staggered and fell into someone's arms. He looked up and saw Yan Jue's eyes. He seemed to have found a life-saving straw. He tightly grasped Yan Jue's hand and shook it anxiously, but his tone was very soft and pleading: "Can you tell me, this is not Wen Ran's doll."
The strong wind sounded like sobbing, and Wen Xi choked up as he held the lame lion doll in front of him.
Large pieces of skin were scraped off the palms of his arms and hands, and blood was gushing out. He held the lion tightly in his hands, and from the blood soaking it, he couldn't tell whose it belonged to.
Yan looked at Wen Xi determinedly, supported his unsteady body, and said with difficulty: "No."
Wen Xi pulled the corners of his mouth, but tears fell from his eyes. He stared blankly at the blazing fire below the cliff, clenched his fists, and the sensor on the doll's chest was oppressed. The machine operated silently, and the mechanical sound set for the appearance played automatically.
"I love you"
"I love you"
The lion doll's voice generator was damaged, and the sound was intermittent, repeating the words "I love you" as if it could play like this forever.
Wen Xi lowered his head in a daze. Suddenly, the lion doll with mutilated limbs made a loud snowflake sound.
Just when they thought the lion was going to be completely scrapped, a cheerful voice finally came from the doll's heart.
"Brother - Brother - I - love you the most -"
"I...love you...so...so much."
The tender voice of a child is intermittent.
It came out again and again from the broken body of this doll.
The self-deceiving disguise was revealed.
All the organs in his body felt like they were being swung wildly in a drum. The helplessness, regret, confusion and pain turned into a sharp knife, piercing through his body and cutting him open alive bit by bit.
Wen Xi breathed deeply, like a fish with its throat pinched struggling for water, making unpleasant cries for help.
The setting sun cast an orange coat on Wen Xi who was standing on the edge of the sea cliff. The sea breeze was so strong that his body was shaking, as if he was going to fall down in the next second.
Wen Xi heard Yan Jue calling his name in panic intermittently, but he felt dizzy and could not see Yan Jue's face clearly. All he could see was endless flames. He bent down in pain.
Yan Jue knelt on the ground and hugged Wen Xi. The boy curled up in pain and Wen Xi's body was convulsing. Yan Jue had to reach out and pry open his mouth, using his knuckles to prevent him from biting his tongue, and forced Wen Xi to breathe deeply.
The tears finally burst out of the body like a dam breaking, sliding down in large drops, trying to extinguish the raging fire at the bottom of the cliff.
Wen Xi was murmuring something, and Yan Jue moved closer to his mouth. Amid the chaotic voices of the firefighters, the whistling sea breeze, and the sound of a doll saying "Brother, I love you" intermittently, he finally caught Wen Xi's messy and vague sobs.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
*
Wenxi was awakened by thirst.
His throat felt like it was burned by fire and was in severe pain. He opened his eyes with great effort and saw the snow-white ceiling, a very unfamiliar place.
Wenxi blinked and turned his head. It hurt when he moved his brain a little. He moved his arms, but a sharp pain went to his heart. Wenxi realized belatedly that his body was in great pain, like the soreness after running for 10,000 meters without stopping.
The room was extremely quiet, with only the sound of raindrops falling outside the window.
Wen Xi tilted her head and saw Yan Jue buried his head beside her bed, and her wrist was held in her hands, which was wrapped with white bandages.
Everything at the moment told him that he was in the hospital, but why was he in the hospital?
Wen Xi opened his mouth, but his throat was so sore that he couldn't make a sound. He endured the pain in his arms and moved his fingers.
Yan Jue felt intermittent touches on his cheek, and the back of his head suddenly felt slightly numb. His body, which was in a half-asleep and half-awake state, seemed to sense something. His floating thoughts fell to the ground, and he suddenly woke up.
He raised his head and saw Wen Xi's deep brown eyes, staring at him quietly with her head tilted. Yan Jue's heart skipped a beat.
"Wenwen..." Yan Jue's voice was hoarse. Seeing Wen Xi's eyes suddenly turned red, his hair was messy, and his cold and sharp eyebrows became lost. His throat rolled violently, and he stared at Wen Xi for a few seconds before continuing: "You finally woke up."
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