Chapter 171

He is a threat, a provocation.

However, Fang Zhengqiu and Qin Xian both know that he is not joking.

His new wife was kidnapped, or even killed, in this case, what can a man do?

Jos didn't know how long she had been calling. There was no clock in the room, no time. Outside the window was the road. Here was a house facing the road. Roughly speaking, she should be on at least the 20th floor now.

Jos carefully identified the busy road dozens of meters down. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't determine which road it was. It was, it didn't seem, Muhai city.

Was she taken out of town?

This cognition made Jos panic.

What has Tang jundao done to her? What is his ability to bring a living person to other places without any sound?

Barely calmed, joss went to the door again. Just as he wanted to knock on the door again, the room was turned open with a click.

She stepped back, picked up the kettle beside her, held it in her arms and looked at the door.

The door, slowly open, outside, a looking at some thin man, standing outside, eyes heavy looking at her.

Around him, there are several big men, all muscular.

Who are they?

This is a problem that Jos jumped to heart.

Then, she called the police, her face obviously flustered: "you... You tied me? who are you? I have nothing against you. Why do you want to harm me? "

The man walked in slowly. He walked gracefully. On his handsome face, there were some visible paleness. It seemed that he was not very healthy.

He walked closer and closer, and joss stepped back. Finally, seeing that she had retreated to the corner and the man was still approaching, she quickly raised the kettle and warned, "don't come here, or I'll smash it."

"Oh." The man sneered, but really stopped.

He waved to the muscular man behind.

A few muscular men stepped back and closed the door with their backhand.

There was only one man and one woman left in the room. Joss assessed the possibility of beating the sick man, but he didn't feel impulsive at last.

Even if she looks sick, she believes that as long as she moves, the men outside will rush in and she can't run.

"Who are you and why are you binding me?" She tried to soften her voice and asked in a good voice.

Meng Chen looked at her, the woman was scared to death, but still tried to make a calm expression, looking a little funny.

He sat on a chair beside him, leaning back, looking relaxed and elegant: "don't be nervous, I won't kill you, but it's against the law."

Murder is against the law, kidnapping is not against the law?

Joss was shocked by his logic, swallowed his saliva, and whispered, "did I mean to offend you, I apologize, I apologize, please let me go?"

"Good." Meng Chen low smile, eyes flashed a trace of fun: "played the secret room game?"

Game, joss never played, she pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Never mind. Now play." The man's voice has been very light, just like his body, very light, very shallow, giving people the feeling, but extremely dangerous: "an hour, find the key hidden in the room, found, you can open the door."

"The key?" As soon as she woke up today, Joyce went through the room. Of course, she broke the door in order to find a weapon to take advantage of, but she also understood where there was a key to the room.

"What if I can't find it?" She asked.

"You can't go out if you can't find it." The man's gloomy face, and pulled out a trace of smile, but very strange smile.

Jos shuddered, clenched his teeth and looked around.

"59 minutes 27 seconds." The man stares at his watch and counts the time.

Jos clenched his fist, held the kettle, and looked for it.

The kettle is her weapon. You can't let it go, but there is at least half a pot of water in it. It's really heavy.

Jos seized the moment, looking at every corner of the room, and finally fixed his eyes on the chair where the man was sitting.

She stepped back and said carefully, "I want to see under the chair."

The man casually looked at her, light "um" sound.

Well, after that, he didn't get out of the way. Joss took a deep breath, walked slowly, squatted down, and looked under the chair tentatively.

The body reached out and touched.

This touch, but only to hear a click, and then, she cried: "ah --"

She took her hand and looked at the mouse trap on it. She was about to cry.

The man on the chair, however, seemed to be amused. With a puff, his pale face became more interesting.

Joss slumped on the floor and found that it was only a second, and the back of his hand was purple.

She broke the mousetrap with an ugly face, quickly released her hand, covered her little hand, and glared at the man: "you did it on purpose!"

The man laughed coldly: "since it's a game, of course there are punishment items. If you don't buy a toothed clip, you should be happy."

If it's a toothed clip, her hand won't just be bruised. Probably, it will not stop bleeding immediately. Maybe it will stab the blood vessels inside.

Joss shook his hands and stepped back a few steps.

At this time, the man got up, Yang Yang wrist: "an hour to, you lost." He slowly hooked his lips and walked past her.

The door opened and closed, joss was paralyzed, his nose turned red, and his tears fell.

Mr. Jing, where are you

She didn't want to wipe the wound on her hand. After the man went out, he didn't come in again. After two hours, someone threw in two pieces of bread and a box of milk.

Joyce picked it up, sat down on the bed, and looked at her swollen hands. Tears could not stop again.

That man, what game, is playing with her.

There was no key in this room. He was deliberately teasing her.

However, joss really did not remember when he had offended this man.

The light outside the window became more and more heavy until the room was completely dark. Jos turned on the light and sat on the bed. After eating all the bread and milk on the bedside table, she held her hand and breathed carefully into the wound, hoping that it would not hurt so much.

The wound wasn't bandaged and properly treated. She couldn't sleep because of the pain and couldn't even use her strength on her hands.

She hardly slept all night, and the next day the door opened again.

Joss leaned back on the bed, his whole hand like a pig's hoof.

It was the same man who came in. He looked at Jos's hand beside him. The smile on the corner of his mouth was deeper: "do you want to continue?"