Walking into the factory gate, he pushed me directly into the dilapidated bungalow office this time.
Xiaoyeon was not here, Nam Sung-jae frowned and glanced around the empty office. Although there was no heating on the low wall beside the window, the iron hook with the heating was still firmly embedded on the wall beside the window. So he pushed me to the window, untied one of my handcuffs, handcuffed it to the iron hook on the wall, and repeatedly confirmed that the handcuffs were very strong, then turned around and walked out of the office.
I finally freed one hand, and both hands re-entered my sight. Sure enough, as I expected, both hands were black and purple, and swollen like two fat pig's hooves, and had long been numb and unconscious.
I tried to move my fingers, but fortunately, I could barely make corresponding movements with my consciousness. Although the amplitude of the movements is not fully in place, being able to move is a good phenomenon, at least it means that my hands have not been scrapped yet.
But the situation on my face is much worse.
I tried to touch my face, and the pain was basically gone, but the touch under the gauze made me frightened. Originally, human skin should be smooth and flat. Now, although my face is wrapped in gauze, I can still feel the skin on my right face gradually recovering from the touch that my fingers gradually recovered.
A round meat ball could be felt obviously bulging on the injured part of the left face, which was pressed on my face like half a ping-pong ball.
I couldn't feel anything in my mouth at all. I knew it was that my tongue and teeth were blown away by the powerful power of the rifle bullets. There was only a pile of healing meat in my mouth.
I no longer struggle to swallow my saliva. At least, my remaining tissue in the root of my tongue can feel a trace of smell again, it was a bloody smell.
I became a useless person, and I don't even know if my job can be saved.
I was tossed all morning and was still very weak. Now I can finally breathe for a while. I sat on the gray gravel by the window, my arms handcuffed to the wall raised, but my butt was just enough to sit on the pile of gray gravel. I leaned my head against the dusty wall, and while listening to the movement outside the room, I began to doze in a drowsy state.
I was very worried about Xiaoyan. When I came into the factory, I didn’t see Xiaoyan’s figure. However, I knew that this guy had a bad temper and was timid. Although he ignored him when he lost his temper, she would still be afraid of letting her run around in this empty abandoned factory alone. Moreover, Nam Sung-jae has gone out to find her, so I believe there should be no problem.
I was confused and heard someone quarreling. I was shocked and looked around with sleepy eyes, but there was no one.
Is it that I dreamed?
I don’t know how long I slept in this confused time, but looking at the sky outside, the sun should be at a certain height. When we came out in the morning, we were just dawn. We walked along the way for about two hours. I slept for a while and it felt like it was almost 10:10 in the morning.
It's not a dream, there are indeed people talking and arguing.
I was a little distance from me, so I tried to make myself more awake and found that it was indeed the voices of Xiaoyeon and Nam Sung-jae, but they were not within my sight, but I felt that they were just outside the glass-free windows in this abandoned office.
Fortunately, they are speaking in Mandarin now, and there is no glass on the window, so I can almost hear every word they say.
...Anyway, I just think you don't care about my feelings at all... Xiaoyan's angry voice.
It’s just for you that I must go and solve the problem with the Jiang surname!Nam Sung-jae's tone was very tough, but the volume was not high.
Xiaoyan snorted and said: What's the truth?Kill someone for me?I can't take this responsibility!
Girl... You said that he has tried to kill me several times. Is it possible that he will let go of any chance to kill me?
A psychopath?He killed your daughter and your mother. He is a murderous demon, but we have the support of the government and the Public Security Bureau. Even if he can cover the sky with one hand and can summon wind and rain in Jiangjiezhou, we can still go to the province to sue the central government, and there will always be somewhere to cure him!You just fight with him with a gun. Even if you win and kill him, won’t you go to the end and become a fugitive?
Xiaoyan's ideas are clear and every sentence is reasonable, which is completely what I want to say.
I have explained to you many times. Now it is not the question of whether I want to kill him or not. It is the question of whether we can get out of here alive. Last night, I went to the joint defense side of the Public Security Bureau and found that he had portrayed me as a fugitive who was on the run. Those people received the order that if I resist, I could be killed on the spot. Moreover, even if I don’t resist, I will only have a way out of death when I was sent to him. Of course, I have a bad life. Even if I die, I have nothing to do.But in the second half of the night, I suddenly found that the order they received had increased, and they wanted to arrest you, and it was not limited to life or death. So, I quickly ran back and wanted to take you away. I thought about it carefully. Instead of running like this, it would be better to take him while he insisted that I would not dare to go to Jiangjiezhou to find him, and just go back and find him and get rid of his scourge forever. Even if I turned back and was sentenced to death, I would admit it. At least, he would never threaten you and others again.
Nam Sung-jae said something big, but Xiaoyan never interrupted, which surprised me.
What about Yang Daqing?Why do you still have to take him with you?Isn’t this asking for trouble?Xiaoyan calmed down and asked in a low voice.
Will keep him with Mr. Jin? Wouldn’t it be a nuisance to others?They are all good people. Leaving this person will kill the elderly and children in the family.
It seemed that she was convinced by Nam Sung-jae's words, but Xiaoyan didn't say anything for a long time.
But I can't watch you become a murderer!After a while, Xiaoyan sobbed.
This time it was Nam Sung-jae who was silent.
I understand his logic.
It's just that the current situation is that Xiaoyan has also been involved in this muddy water. He is ready to sacrifice himself for the death to fight, and maybe he can make a way out for Xiaoyan.
This kind of rhetoric of cheating the little girl is also a fault for him to say it.
No woman with normal thinking logic can be deceived by his clumsy lies.
However, I couldn't think of any loopholes that could be exposed by his words.
I was just wondering. It was not difficult to understand that man surnamed Jiang wanted to get rid of Nam Sung-jae, but why did he want to get rid of Xiaoyan together?
Could it be just because the mission of the person he sent yesterday morning failed?
impossible!
Nam Sung-jae must have something to hide, and this is the final reason why the Jiang surnamed is determined to get rid of him and everyone around him!
But what's the point if I figured it out?
That unconscious Lee Heyan is a super fool now!
What she just said already shows that she once again believed in this despicable beast!
Nam Sung-jae didn't say anything for a long time, and kept hearing Xiaoyan sobbing softly. I couldn't hear Xiaoyan crying. I was a little angry with Nam Sung-jae's stupid gourd, and she actually made Xiaoyan cry, who was not very crying.
I sat upright. The short wall beside the window was not high. There was still a pile of gravel under me, which just allowed my eyes to be exposed on the windowsill. I looked out. I couldn't see them directly at this angle, but the shadow on the ground happened to enter my eyes.
These two people should be standing next to my office window, standing face to face at about an arm's distance.
He Yatou, stop crying. It’s 12 o’clock, are you hungry?I'll get you something to eat.Judging from the shadow's state, he reached out to wipe Xiaoyan's face.
You also said, I didn’t eat anything in the morning and I was already so hungry that I was cooing!Xiaoyan's angry voice could be heard, and she no longer cried.
Actually, I have been hungry these days, but no one cares about me.
Unlike before, this trip was prepared very well. Almost all the food stored at Lao Jintou's house was served in a pot, and almost a whole bag of noodles was filled with firewood, rice, oil and salt.
I leaned my head and finally saw two people again. Nan Chengzai took off all the things on the donkey cart and piled them under the eaves outside my window. The two of them started to work in the open space not far from the window.
Xiaoyan collected some broken wood and hay everywhere, gathered it into a pile, and was about to make a fire, but Nam Sung-jae eagerly stopped her: No fire!People will see if there is smoke.
Xiaoyan responded, with a little embarrassed face, smiled bitterly, kicked the pile of firewood away, and asked with her little mouth pouted: How can I eat if I don’t make a fire?Eat raw rice?
Isn’t there any leftovers?Nam Sung-jae was sorting out a big bag and returned without raising his head.
It's so cold, I can't eat it!Xiaoyeon was just starting to not pout, and when she heard Nam Sung-jae let her have a cold meal, her face began to feel a little unhappy again.
Nam Sung-jae smiled and didn't say anything, but walked straight into the office that was locked in me, and pulled out a lime bag from a pile of building debris in the corner of the wall.
Xiaoyan and I didn't understand what he was going to do. They were like watching people do magic. They watched him pour out a little lime from the bag that had deteriorated into a lump of hard lumps. They used their hands to break it off a little, smelled it carefully with their nose, nodded, and quickly walked out of the office, found a piece of iron, dug a pit about the size of a rice cooker in the field outside the room, and then went to the ditch next to get some dirty green water, mixed it with the lime he found and soaked it in the puddle, then packed some cold leftovers in plastic bags, sealed the mouth of the bag, and soaked it directly in the gray water mixture in the puddle.
Quicklime will cause heat when it encounters water. I know this, but that bag of lime has obviously expired for a long time and has failed. Can it also cause heat?
To my surprise, although it did not generate enough heat to make the water boil, the puddle actually began to heat up.
Xiaoyan curiously approached the puddle, reached out to touch the plastic bag, and immediately showed a surprise on her face, and she smiled happily: It's really hot, Brother Cheng Zai, you are so awesome!
I feel a little disdainful. What's so surprised about this simple chemistry that even primary school students know?Still awesome?Where is it amazing?
Of course, the bird man, Nam Sung-jae, couldn't hear the contempt and disdain I had for him in my heart. Xiaoyan's praise for him made him very useful, grinning and smiling happily.
Xiaoyeon was not here, Nam Sung-jae frowned and glanced around the empty office. Although there was no heating on the low wall beside the window, the iron hook with the heating was still firmly embedded on the wall beside the window. So he pushed me to the window, untied one of my handcuffs, handcuffed it to the iron hook on the wall, and repeatedly confirmed that the handcuffs were very strong, then turned around and walked out of the office.
I finally freed one hand, and both hands re-entered my sight. Sure enough, as I expected, both hands were black and purple, and swollen like two fat pig's hooves, and had long been numb and unconscious.
I tried to move my fingers, but fortunately, I could barely make corresponding movements with my consciousness. Although the amplitude of the movements is not fully in place, being able to move is a good phenomenon, at least it means that my hands have not been scrapped yet.
But the situation on my face is much worse.
I tried to touch my face, and the pain was basically gone, but the touch under the gauze made me frightened. Originally, human skin should be smooth and flat. Now, although my face is wrapped in gauze, I can still feel the skin on my right face gradually recovering from the touch that my fingers gradually recovered.
A round meat ball could be felt obviously bulging on the injured part of the left face, which was pressed on my face like half a ping-pong ball.
I couldn't feel anything in my mouth at all. I knew it was that my tongue and teeth were blown away by the powerful power of the rifle bullets. There was only a pile of healing meat in my mouth.
I no longer struggle to swallow my saliva. At least, my remaining tissue in the root of my tongue can feel a trace of smell again, it was a bloody smell.
I became a useless person, and I don't even know if my job can be saved.
I was tossed all morning and was still very weak. Now I can finally breathe for a while. I sat on the gray gravel by the window, my arms handcuffed to the wall raised, but my butt was just enough to sit on the pile of gray gravel. I leaned my head against the dusty wall, and while listening to the movement outside the room, I began to doze in a drowsy state.
I was very worried about Xiaoyan. When I came into the factory, I didn’t see Xiaoyan’s figure. However, I knew that this guy had a bad temper and was timid. Although he ignored him when he lost his temper, she would still be afraid of letting her run around in this empty abandoned factory alone. Moreover, Nam Sung-jae has gone out to find her, so I believe there should be no problem.
I was confused and heard someone quarreling. I was shocked and looked around with sleepy eyes, but there was no one.
Is it that I dreamed?
I don’t know how long I slept in this confused time, but looking at the sky outside, the sun should be at a certain height. When we came out in the morning, we were just dawn. We walked along the way for about two hours. I slept for a while and it felt like it was almost 10:10 in the morning.
It's not a dream, there are indeed people talking and arguing.
I was a little distance from me, so I tried to make myself more awake and found that it was indeed the voices of Xiaoyeon and Nam Sung-jae, but they were not within my sight, but I felt that they were just outside the glass-free windows in this abandoned office.
Fortunately, they are speaking in Mandarin now, and there is no glass on the window, so I can almost hear every word they say.
...Anyway, I just think you don't care about my feelings at all... Xiaoyan's angry voice.
It’s just for you that I must go and solve the problem with the Jiang surname!Nam Sung-jae's tone was very tough, but the volume was not high.
Xiaoyan snorted and said: What's the truth?Kill someone for me?I can't take this responsibility!
Girl... You said that he has tried to kill me several times. Is it possible that he will let go of any chance to kill me?
A psychopath?He killed your daughter and your mother. He is a murderous demon, but we have the support of the government and the Public Security Bureau. Even if he can cover the sky with one hand and can summon wind and rain in Jiangjiezhou, we can still go to the province to sue the central government, and there will always be somewhere to cure him!You just fight with him with a gun. Even if you win and kill him, won’t you go to the end and become a fugitive?
Xiaoyan's ideas are clear and every sentence is reasonable, which is completely what I want to say.
I have explained to you many times. Now it is not the question of whether I want to kill him or not. It is the question of whether we can get out of here alive. Last night, I went to the joint defense side of the Public Security Bureau and found that he had portrayed me as a fugitive who was on the run. Those people received the order that if I resist, I could be killed on the spot. Moreover, even if I don’t resist, I will only have a way out of death when I was sent to him. Of course, I have a bad life. Even if I die, I have nothing to do.But in the second half of the night, I suddenly found that the order they received had increased, and they wanted to arrest you, and it was not limited to life or death. So, I quickly ran back and wanted to take you away. I thought about it carefully. Instead of running like this, it would be better to take him while he insisted that I would not dare to go to Jiangjiezhou to find him, and just go back and find him and get rid of his scourge forever. Even if I turned back and was sentenced to death, I would admit it. At least, he would never threaten you and others again.
Nam Sung-jae said something big, but Xiaoyan never interrupted, which surprised me.
What about Yang Daqing?Why do you still have to take him with you?Isn’t this asking for trouble?Xiaoyan calmed down and asked in a low voice.
Will keep him with Mr. Jin? Wouldn’t it be a nuisance to others?They are all good people. Leaving this person will kill the elderly and children in the family.
It seemed that she was convinced by Nam Sung-jae's words, but Xiaoyan didn't say anything for a long time.
But I can't watch you become a murderer!After a while, Xiaoyan sobbed.
This time it was Nam Sung-jae who was silent.
I understand his logic.
It's just that the current situation is that Xiaoyan has also been involved in this muddy water. He is ready to sacrifice himself for the death to fight, and maybe he can make a way out for Xiaoyan.
This kind of rhetoric of cheating the little girl is also a fault for him to say it.
No woman with normal thinking logic can be deceived by his clumsy lies.
However, I couldn't think of any loopholes that could be exposed by his words.
I was just wondering. It was not difficult to understand that man surnamed Jiang wanted to get rid of Nam Sung-jae, but why did he want to get rid of Xiaoyan together?
Could it be just because the mission of the person he sent yesterday morning failed?
impossible!
Nam Sung-jae must have something to hide, and this is the final reason why the Jiang surnamed is determined to get rid of him and everyone around him!
But what's the point if I figured it out?
That unconscious Lee Heyan is a super fool now!
What she just said already shows that she once again believed in this despicable beast!
Nam Sung-jae didn't say anything for a long time, and kept hearing Xiaoyan sobbing softly. I couldn't hear Xiaoyan crying. I was a little angry with Nam Sung-jae's stupid gourd, and she actually made Xiaoyan cry, who was not very crying.
I sat upright. The short wall beside the window was not high. There was still a pile of gravel under me, which just allowed my eyes to be exposed on the windowsill. I looked out. I couldn't see them directly at this angle, but the shadow on the ground happened to enter my eyes.
These two people should be standing next to my office window, standing face to face at about an arm's distance.
He Yatou, stop crying. It’s 12 o’clock, are you hungry?I'll get you something to eat.Judging from the shadow's state, he reached out to wipe Xiaoyan's face.
You also said, I didn’t eat anything in the morning and I was already so hungry that I was cooing!Xiaoyan's angry voice could be heard, and she no longer cried.
Actually, I have been hungry these days, but no one cares about me.
Unlike before, this trip was prepared very well. Almost all the food stored at Lao Jintou's house was served in a pot, and almost a whole bag of noodles was filled with firewood, rice, oil and salt.
I leaned my head and finally saw two people again. Nan Chengzai took off all the things on the donkey cart and piled them under the eaves outside my window. The two of them started to work in the open space not far from the window.
Xiaoyan collected some broken wood and hay everywhere, gathered it into a pile, and was about to make a fire, but Nam Sung-jae eagerly stopped her: No fire!People will see if there is smoke.
Xiaoyan responded, with a little embarrassed face, smiled bitterly, kicked the pile of firewood away, and asked with her little mouth pouted: How can I eat if I don’t make a fire?Eat raw rice?
Isn’t there any leftovers?Nam Sung-jae was sorting out a big bag and returned without raising his head.
It's so cold, I can't eat it!Xiaoyeon was just starting to not pout, and when she heard Nam Sung-jae let her have a cold meal, her face began to feel a little unhappy again.
Nam Sung-jae smiled and didn't say anything, but walked straight into the office that was locked in me, and pulled out a lime bag from a pile of building debris in the corner of the wall.
Xiaoyan and I didn't understand what he was going to do. They were like watching people do magic. They watched him pour out a little lime from the bag that had deteriorated into a lump of hard lumps. They used their hands to break it off a little, smelled it carefully with their nose, nodded, and quickly walked out of the office, found a piece of iron, dug a pit about the size of a rice cooker in the field outside the room, and then went to the ditch next to get some dirty green water, mixed it with the lime he found and soaked it in the puddle, then packed some cold leftovers in plastic bags, sealed the mouth of the bag, and soaked it directly in the gray water mixture in the puddle.
Quicklime will cause heat when it encounters water. I know this, but that bag of lime has obviously expired for a long time and has failed. Can it also cause heat?
To my surprise, although it did not generate enough heat to make the water boil, the puddle actually began to heat up.
Xiaoyan curiously approached the puddle, reached out to touch the plastic bag, and immediately showed a surprise on her face, and she smiled happily: It's really hot, Brother Cheng Zai, you are so awesome!
I feel a little disdainful. What's so surprised about this simple chemistry that even primary school students know?Still awesome?Where is it amazing?
Of course, the bird man, Nam Sung-jae, couldn't hear the contempt and disdain I had for him in my heart. Xiaoyan's praise for him made him very useful, grinning and smiling happily.
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