Chapter 22

The rain kept falling. Although it was not heavy, over time, even if there was a stone that blocked the rain, the bottom was already soaked by the cold rain.

The handcuffs were a little tight, and I felt my wrists were so numb that they were unconscious.

Nam Chengzai collected a handful of small flowers again, picked out the roots, crushed them into paste with stones, and handed them to Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan patiently applied the remaining herbal ointment evenly on my wound.

The painkiller is gone, but if they can take you to the hospital in time, please use medicine quickly. Your life is fine.

Nam Chengzai's body was soaked, but he never squeezed under the stone.

Your eyes are pretty and so big, even if you have scars on your face in the future, it will be fine, and you are still handsome.

Xiaoyan’s ability to coax people is not very good, but the smile she made was still so charming, which really made me feel like I had just started to fall in love with her.

Although the pain in the wound has been reduced a lot, the head is still dizzy.

Nam Seung-jae suddenly stood up and looked up his head. He first nervously moved toward a stone behind, and then immediately shouted to his head with relief: This!Here!

Xiaoyan also quickly looked upwards and saw a man wearing a green rubber raincoat on it busy throwing down a bundle of hemp ropes as thick as eggs on the top of the valley.

You guys go one by one, don’t worry!The man shouted at us.

I looked up after a lot of effort. After looking for a while, I felt a little discouraged. There was no rescue team, let alone the armed police and border guards. I only saw the old man before, but I didn’t see anyone else. Didn’t this old man ask for help?

Nam Chengzai grabbed the hemp rope and pulled it down a few times. It felt like it was tied up, so he called Xiaoyan over and carefully wrapped the hemp rope around Xiaoyan's waist twice, then walked around Xiaoyan's legs, wrapped it twice at the base of her legs, and finally knotted the rope head and raised his head to shout: OK, pull it!

Xiaoyan was so honestly tied to Nan Chengzai with thick ropes, without any resistance, and looked like she usually trusted me.

I felt a little sad. I knew Xiaoyan really believed in Nam Sung-jae, a despicable liar.

I must come up with a way to prove my identity quickly.

Documents!

By the way, my ID!Where is my ID?

My mind was blank, and I endured a wave of dizziness and tried my best to recall my memories. By the way, the wallet containing the ID was placed together with the police badges and epaulettes I took off.

I originally wore the police cotton jacket for Nam Sung-jae. Before I gave him the clothes, I had standard badge signs and collars and ellipses. When I gave them to him, I took them off all the things. When I gave them to him, I took them out and put them in the armrest box on the right side of my driver's seat.

The car has now turned into a pile of black scrap iron.

It rained for a long time, and only a wisp of faint blue smoke could be seen on the pile of scrap iron.

Do I want to be wrongly accused of becoming a criminal like this?

The person above began to pull the rope and pulled Xiaoyan to the top of the valley.

My eyesight is pretty good, so I can notice that the old man above just supported the rope with his hands and did not shake it randomly. He did not pull it, but Xiaoyan was pulled up by a very steady force, and new hope arose in my heart.

It seems that the old man didn't come alone. I hope there are a few young and strong men behind him. When I go up to the top of the valley, I must find a way to prove my identity and let them help me subdue Nam Sung-jae, this shameless bastard.

Xiaoyan was quickly pulled up, and the old man pulled her in his direction, and Xiaoyan disappeared from my sight.

It took a few minutes before the old man appeared again, but this time Xiaoyan also looked down from the crack of the stone at the edge of the valley with anxiety.

The rope was thrown down again, and Xiaoyan shouted on it: What should I do with that person?

Nam Sung-jae looked at the top, looked at me again, walked into me, bent down and whispered to my ear and said: I don’t know how many of your people are above, but I might be exposed if I want to go up, but I must not be caught here. This is also the reason why I want to use your police identity. Now I just want to go to Jiangjiezhou as soon as possible. You also know that I still have a bullet. If you continue to make trouble, this bullet will make your wife’s head bloom. Do you understand?

I knew he would likely fulfill his threat and nodded helplessly.

He is in a mad dog state now. If the rescuers above really see through him, he will definitely move. I am really worried that one or two people can't control him at all.

Oh, this person seems to be hurt very much, why is he so much blood?The old man at the top of the valley kept looking down.

Nam Sung-jae waved his hand to the top and said: He was injured by the branches and penetrated his face, his tongue disappeared, and he had a lot of blood.

Why is he being handcuffed?Is it a criminal?How could I pull him up like this?The old man asked a strange question.

Nam Sung-jae had not answered yet, and Xiaoyeon above rushed to explain: He is a murderer, but he was seriously injured. There is no danger now, so pull him up.

What?The old man asked in surprise, but didn't say much.

Nam Sung-jae asked me in a low voice: I will help you open the handcuffs on your feet, but if you dare to be clever after going up, I promise to let you watch your wife's head bloom with your own eyes!

I even stand up now, so what else can I do to be smart?

He untied the handcuffs on my feet, and the doubts in my mind about him being untied were finally untied. It turned out that there was always a short metal wire with a hook hidden in his mouth. He used that wire to tuck the handcuffs a few times, and the handcuffs opened.

No wonder when we sent the suspect to the detention center, we would carefully check the mouth and even anus of those people during the inspection. It turned out that these places really could hide some strange things.

But the handcuffs on my hands were still tightly clamped against my wrists. I was handcuffed with my hands on my back. Nam Chengzai wrapped the rope around his waist for a few circles, but he didn't enjoy the kind treatment that Xiaoyan had liked. I could only be wrapped around my waist for a few circles.

No!

I remember very clearly that I had taken off all the collar and epaulettes on the jacket I gave him, but now he came to wrap the ropes for me, I noticed that the police badges and logos on him are all on him.

This cunning bastard actually found the police badges I removed!

Then my ID should be still with him!

It's okay for us to go together?I have to go with him!Nam Sung-jae asked upwards.

The old man above turned around and carefully checked the rope, nodded and said: No big problem, let's get on!

The rope was wrapped around my waist, and Nam Sung-jae stepped on me, grabbed the rope with one hand, waved his hand toward it, and a force really slowly pulled the two of me up together.

Looking at the force of pulling the rope above, I firmly believe that there are at least three or four people on it, but I didn’t hear anyone else talking, which made me a little surprised.

The rope was only wrapped around my waist, so when I was pulled up, my body was almost bent downward into a downward U-shaped shape. My head was facing down, and my stomach began to roll violently.

My mandibular bone must be in a dislocated state. The pressure in the esophagus suddenly increased. A stream of acid that refluxed from the stomach had reached my throat, but it was blocked in my mouth and had no outlet. It had to rush into my nose and spray it out suddenly.

However, the pressure inside was high. Although my mouth could not open actively, my lips were still blasted through a gap with the pressure, and a sticky smell mixed with the sour smell came out.

Several mouthfuls of thick blood and vomit were spit out, and the pressure in my mouth suddenly relaxed, but I couldn't feel the presence of my tongue and my chin could not move. The simple throat force could not remove the dirt in my mouth.

But I found that now I could make sounds, although it was just a sound like a slut... slut... in my throat.