While Jiang Yanqing was lost in thought, the van suddenly jolted twice and stalled. The yellow-haired man angrily pounded the steering wheel, "Hey, this broken car..."
He cursed a few more times, got out of the car, walked around to the front of the car, opened the hood, and seemed to be studying the engine.
The other two also got out of the car, leaving Jiang Yanqing alone in the back seat, still covered with a sack.
Jiang Yanqing looked outside and finally heard Ayong speak. He also spoke Cantonese, but it was not very authentic. "Let me take a look!"
When Huangmao heard this, he looked up at Ayong. After a few seconds, he moved aside, lit another cigarette, and stood aside with his arms folded, watching.
This was originally a trivial matter, not enough to attract any attention, but Jiang Yanqing always felt that something was wrong, but she just didn't know how to explain it.
The car was repaired quickly. Jiang Yanqing heard Ayong say that the car stalled simply because the water tank was too hot. The other two complained a few words, and the car continued to drive.
After the car left the city, it turned a corner and drove onto a small road for a distance. Now it was on a mountain road.
Jiang Yanqing had no impression of this place and couldn't tell where it was, but she still remembered the landmarks along the way, such as the telephone poles and a watchtower on the opposite mountain.
After getting off the highway, the van entered a rugged country road. As far as Jiang Yanqing could see, he could only see that it was heading towards a fishing village.
Jiang Yanqing had some guesses in his mind. With such skillful arresting methods, cautious driving route, and a destination of a remote fishing village, this might be a gang of a certain size.
In fact, just as Jiang Yanqing expected, this fishing village is remote and extremely xenophobic. The villagers are united and engaged in illegal businesses. In their eyes, women and children are nothing more than money, not human lives.
And what's strange is that even if the police came here to track down the missing persons, even if they searched the entire village, they couldn't find the person.
During the day, the villagers go out to sea to fish or dry their seafood like ordinary fishermen, and there is nothing wrong at all.
What Jiang Yanqing didn't know at this time was that the police had long been eyeing this small fishing village and had even joined forces with the military, but they had not yet found the right opportunity to break through.
The car drove around on the country road for an hour before entering the small fishing village and then stopped in the yard of a stone house at the end of the village.
Jiang Yanqing's body was carried out of the car by two people and carried into the house. Huang Mao looked at Jiang Yanqing strangely, who had not moved at all, and said, "Eh... Which of you two did it? This little girl didn't wake up the whole way."
The two men threw Jiang Yanqing on the wooden bed in the room. As Aqi stepped forward and opened the mouth of the sack, he replied, "I didn't do anything cruel. Let me take a look."
Jiang Yanqing's skin happened to be relatively tender, so Aqi's blow was not very severe, but the back of Jiang Yanqing's neck was already red and swollen. However, if she was really knocked unconscious, she should have woken up.
Looking at the red patch, Huangmao took a breath and slapped Aqi on the head, "You little bastard, you hit me so hard, how are you going to explain to Big Sister if you kill someone?"
Aqi touched his head aggrievedly, opened his mouth, but said nothing in the end, and followed Ayong out.
Jiang Yanqing looked around the room. There was a wooden bed, a wardrobe against the wall, and a table. It was an ordinary farmhouse layout, nothing special.
Huang Mao looked at Jiang Yanqing's face, raised his eyebrows, and sighed, "What a pity..."
Then he reached out and touched Jiang Yanqing's cheek. Jiang Yanqing was ready to wake up at any time if the yellow-haired man made any further moves.
Unexpectedly, the yellow-haired man just touched Jiang Yanqing's face, withdrew his hand, smiled twice, and stood up and walked out.
On the other side, on a hillside far from the fishing village, a weed on the ground moved and whispered, "Boss, another car just came in. I wonder who was killed again. How long do we have to wait?"
A gentle breeze blew by, and the ground did not rise or fall, but a cold voice still came out slowly, "Wait."
The weeds shrank back in grievance and became silent.
Jiang Yanqing was in the fishing village, alone in the room, with his eyes closed and motionless. His consciousness in the space was very tired because he had been highly concentrated.
It was already dark outside, and that group of people might attack him at any time. Jiang Yanqing relaxed a little and closed his eyes to rest.
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