The van door is open.
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously wanted to struggle, her eyes widened desperately, and her feet kicked out two marks on the bumpy cement floor, like chalk dust.
The man with flowery arms dragged Ye Zhenzhen up to the van, and a huge feeling of weightlessness filled her body.
Ye Zhenzhen’s calves were pressed against the skirt of the car, she stretched out her right hand and grabbed the frame of the car, her fingers trying their best to dig into the frame of the front door.
The sky suddenly began to rain, hitting her body. There were no raindrops on her cheeks. She could not see whether there was a moon or stars in the sky above her head. She could only see the yellow and dirty van above her head. car roof.
The man with a sinister look stood in front of the van, only two steps away from Ye Zhenzhen’s feet. There was only a slit in his vicious little eyes. The man bent down, grabbed her ankle and pulled her up. Lifting up, Ye Zhenzhen's body instantly flew into the air.
The flower-armed man covering her mouth pulled hard, and Ye Zhenzhen made a sharp and urgent sound from her short and thin fingertips.
Usually she is most afraid of sharp sounds, but now her ears are not blocked, but she can't hear them.
In just three minutes, Ye Zhenzhen was dragged and thrown into the car.
To her, those three minutes were as long as time had stood still.
The rat-eyed man bent down and put Ye Zhenzhen’s cell phone beside the wheel, then got into the car and closed the door hard.
The mobile phone was lying on the cold ground, with the screen shining brightly, but unfortunately she couldn't see it.
Ye Zhenzhen tried to open the car door with a struggle, and a cold silver light flashed on her face.
The rat-eyed man said viciously: "If you don't want to die, just stay here."
The bald man in the front row said: "If you dare to stir and shout again, be careful with your face." I can’t keep my pretty face.”
His voice was thick, his throat seemed to be clogged with phlegm, and he almost couldn’t breathe when he said the last few words.
Ye Zhenzhen's body and thoughts froze at the same time. Before she could react, her vision suddenly went dark and her eyes were covered. She couldn't see any man's face clearly in the darkness.
The man with the flowery arm took out a rope as thick as his thumb and tied her hands in front.
The rat-eyed man frowned and said, "Are you stupid? You should tie her hands behind her back, backwards!"
The flower-armed man chuckled: "You said that. "Yes."
After realizing that she was kidnapped, she could not escape for a while. Ye Zhenzhen could only say coquettishly: "Brothers, please tell me that I have no grievances with you in the past and no grievances in the future." , Did you admit the wrong person? It doesn’t matter if you caught me wrong, it’s not good to delay your big things..." Before he finished speaking, the rat-eyed man reached out and grabbed Ye Zhenzhen’s jaw. Stuffing a wad of rag into her mouth.
The bald man in the front row snorted coldly, "The woman from Wen Baijing doesn't do that either."That's stupid. "
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen's heart trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to struggle and escape.
The man with the flowery arm sat next to her, with the tip of the knife pressed against her waist. "Don't be stupid, knives don't have eyesight. "
Ye Zhenzhen realized that these people knew about her relationship with Wen Baijing, and the purpose of holding her hostage was to threaten Wen Baijing.
What should we do? What should we do? The hair on Ye Zhenzhen's body stood up, like a guqin whose strings were tightened. If it was tightened any further, it would break. Her whole body was extremely nervous.
The car started, and with a step of the accelerator, the phone screen shattered into thousands. Thousands of pieces.
The screen suddenly turned off.
The stale air was filled with the choking smell of smoke. From time to time, the man with the flowery arm gave directions to the bald man, and the vehicle was driving unsteadily. , Occasionally, when the car suddenly brakes, people will fall forward and backward.
The black night sky is pressing down, and the rain is very small.
The vehicle is driving around in circles on the country road. , it gets quieter and quieter, with a few scattered lights in the distance.
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The van stopped at the door of a dilapidated factory. .
The bald man sat in the driver's seat, lighting the cigarette with trembling hands.
The man with the flowery arms pushed her out of the car and dragged her staggering forward.
In the dilapidated factory building, the ground was covered with thick dust, and rags and skeins of thread were scattered everywhere.
She walked in a messy manner, and the man with the flowery arms threw her to the ground. On the ground, Ye Zhenzhen sat crookedly on the cold concrete floor.
The flower-armed man knelt down and roughly lifted Ye Zhenzhen's chin, "You'd better be honest, we just want to get rich. kill. "
Ye Zhenzhen turned her face away angrily, clenched her hands into fists and pressed them against the concrete floor, using the force to move her body backward.
The man with the flowery arms became interested and moved forward. He took two steps and looked up and down at the woman in front of him with lewd eyes.
The rat-eyed man walked in, "Is it safe here?" Will anyone come? I just looked around outside and there was a house not far away. "
The flower-armed man stood up and said, "Don't worry, it's safe here. The nearby homes are far away from here, most of them are elderly people, and no one comes here.
The rat-eyed man glanced at Ye Zhenzhen on the ground, and said to the flower-armed man: "I advise you to be honest, you kid, don't make mistakes, we are pointing at this woman to get money!" If you touch her, will Wen Baijing still be willing to pay to redeem her? "
The man with the flowery arm asked, "How much are you going to charge?" Will Wen Baijing definitely pay this money? "
The rat-eyed man shook his head: "Who knows? She bumped into it by herself. This is the opportunity God gave us. "
The bald man, with his round belly, slowly approached Ye Zhenzhen and took a photo with his mobile phone.
The moment the flash flashed, Ye Zhenzhen saw a blur. clapThunder flashed in the dark and thick clouds.
The bald man's phone rang. He looked around and walked quickly to the door. He covered the phone and said in a low voice: "I know the bank has called you. I'm thinking of a way. It will be done soon." You can repay the loan..."
"I swear never to gamble again. You take good care of your parents and children..."
The bald man hung up the phone dejectedly.
The other two people also walked outside the door one after another.
The three of them stood at the door and looked back in Ye Zhenzhen's direction. She sat on the ground, motionless.
The rat-eyed man rubbed his palms together excitedly: "Brother, how much are you going to ask for?"
The bald man rubbed his chin, "I want ten million."
The flower-armed man pricked up his ears and was a little disbelieving: "Wen Baijing is not short of money. Is this woman worth so much money? Isn't she a bit of a lion?"
Bald head The man smiled but said, "It doesn't matter whether she is worth so much money or not, she is Wen Baijing's woman. This is what Wen Baijing owes me. If he hadn't terminated the contract with me, I wouldn't be here." Today's situation..."
The rat-eyed man echoed: "Yes! Wen Baijing has done an amazing job. If he doesn't terminate the contract with the eldest brother, the eldest brother will not get other brands. What a loss it is now..."
The flower-armed man nodded.
The bald man sighed: "Ye Zhenzhen also deserves to be unlucky. We bumped into each other. It's God's help."
The man with flowery arms smiled evilly and said: "Brother, I..."
The bald man saw his crooked thoughts at a glance, and it was rare for him to have some morals, "What kind of woman can't be found with money? You should do less evil things. Be careful. You will get retribution. Don’t you see that Wen Baijing has done something wrong? Now retribution has come, and his woman has fallen into our hands..."
He is as righteous as a moral model.
The principal criminal is giving political lessons to the accomplices.