In fact, Song Wei had a gut feeling that something was wrong the moment she opened the door, because Jin Hengchuan would never knock on the door so late and ask her to open it. He was worried that she would not get enough sleep.
But when she thought of this, the door had already been opened. Although it was only a small crack, it was enough for a hand to reach in. Then, the door was violently pushed open!
Two or three people rushed in from outside. Just as Song Wei was about to scream, a cloth was already covered with a towel. The strong and pungent smell made her pass out immediately.
When she woke up, Song Wei still felt dizzy, and the pungent smell seemed to linger in her nose.
It was pitch black all around.
This place seems to be an abandoned warehouse, with a faint smell of rust and engine oil lingering in the air.
The more you get to this time, the less you can panic.
She took several deep breaths to calm herself down. Only when she was calm could she think, and only by thinking could she figure out a way out of trouble.
Shaking her head, the dizzy feeling faded away. She tried her best to stand up, but found that her hands and feet were tied with ropes and were already numb. To make matters worse, she had just gotten up from the bed and was still wearing pajamas. The knife Jin Hengchuan gave him was in his coat pocket.
Three questions must be clarified now.
First, who was the kidnapper?
Second, what do they want to do?
Third, where is this place? How far is it from Tongzi Tower?
First of all, the person who did it must have planned it in advance. They may even know that Jin Hengchuan was not at home at that time.
Either, they have been watching nearby, or... they know that Jin Hengchuan must not be there at that time!
Kidnapping is for two reasons, either seeking money or revenge.
Seeking money is easy to understand. Song Wei reflected on herself. Putting aside Jin Hengchuan's salary, the money Yu Hui mailed every month alone was as much as seventy or eighty yuan, sometimes as little as forty or fifty yuan.
She has never treated her badly, especially when it comes to food. Every meal at home smells delicious, and she and Jin Hengchuan buy more clothes every month. It is indeed very ostentatious to place them in a place like Tongzilou, and there is no guarantee that they will not be taken advantage of. People are watching.
As for revenge... After arriving in Chongqing City and living in Tongzilou, Song Wei asked herself that she was a good person and that the only person she could offend was Xing Fangfang.
Could what happened today be Xing Fangfang’s handiwork?
Also, I have lived in Tongzilou for half a year, and I have traveled around most of the area, and I have not seen any abandoned warehouses. As for places that may smell of oil and rust...
Just as I was thinking about it, a cold light suddenly lit up in the warehouse. Behind the cold light were four or five dark shadows. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I could vaguely tell that they were all men with lean bodies.
The leader waved the flashlight. Song Wei had been staying in the dark. Suddenly, she was dazzled by the light and subconsciously turned her head to avoid it. With this glance, she happened to see an old machine next to her. The gears of the machine were already crumbling.
The gears were badly worn, had sharp edges, and were covered with rust.
Song Wei made a struggling gesture, took the opportunity to lean against the machine, and held the small gear in her hand.
She listened to the men in front of her laughing and joking.
"Hey, I woke up so quickly. It's better to stay in a coma and avoid suffering."
Song Wei's heart sank and she said, "What are you going to do?"
"What are you doing? We..." The first one was about to speak when someone around him poked him: "Why are you talking nonsense to her? Why don't you hurry up and take action."
"The opening is tight here. We have to hurry up. It won't be convenient until daybreak."
"makes sense."
The flashlight reflected the cold light of the knife.
"Cut the neck with a knife, be quick. The fourth child has already set foot on the spot. When the time comes, throw it downstream. It won't be used until tomorrow and it will rush into the Xiangjiang River."
Song Wei's pupils trembled, and her heart jumped into her throat.
It seems to be the worst case scenario. These people are not seeking wealth at all, but seeking life!
"Don't come over!" She shouted loudly: "Don't kill me, don't you just want money? I have money!"
The knife was already approaching, and Song Wei swallowed her saliva: "How much did Xing Junkang give you? I'll pay double. Whatever benefits he promised you, I can afford it."
Since it's not blackmail for money, it must be a vendetta.
But that person would not be Xing Fangfang. If it were Xing Fangfang, the most she would do is ask someone to slash her face, or tie her here and make her miss tomorrow's exam. She would not want to kill someone.
She was not so bold and had no chance to get to know these desperadoes.
Then there is only one person left.
Xing Junkang.
If you think about it, he has the most reason to do so.
Because of that letter of application. It was like a knife hanging above his head. If the handle fell into someone else's hand, it might fall down at any time. He had worked hard for the position of factory director for half his life, how could he allow someone to hold his handle?
Song Wei laughed at herself in her heart for being so stupid. She thought she had pinched someone's fate, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a life-threatening talisman!
The gears were grinding against the rope, which was half broken, and her fingers were cut and dripping with blood.
She had to delay as much time as possible.
"You know the consequences of killing people, right? Aren't you afraid that the matter will be exposed? Is it worth risking half your life for a little money?"
As expected, the knife hesitated and stopped approaching. Song Wei calmed down and continued: "Even I can guess that it is Xing Junkang, let alone the police. Director Xing can run away but the monk cannot run away from the temple. Guess, if he is caught Will he betray you?"
The rope has been loosened, just a little, just a little.
"Brother, let's..."
"Don't be stupid. Those old machines are still in the hands of the factory director. If we can't handle our errands, if he hands them over to the top, we'll still be dead!"
"But……"
"She's scaring you! Don't even think about it. The factory director is not stupid. How can he admit that he hired someone to kill someone? He did it. Where is the evidence? If he doesn't say it, we won't say it. Who knows? Let's tell this matter If it’s done, we’re just a grasshopper on a rope, and from now on all the steel used in the production plant will have to come in from us.”
There was very little movement in the discussion. Song Wei listened intently to these words and seemed to have finally made some determination.
Nothing is as important as life. Once you die, there is nothing.
If she dies this time, will God give her another chance to come back?
If she is gone, what will happen to Jin Hengchuan? Maybe he will abandon everything and step into the sea of fire with despair, just like he did in his previous life.
How could Song Wei allow this to happen again?
When the knife was pressed against her neck, she had only the last straw and her trump card.
"Don't you think it's a pity that you just killed me?"
Her voice was trembling, but it was as gentle as possible.
As she got closer, she could clearly see the man's Adam's apple moving in front of her.
Song Wei's pajamas were already thin, and her two slender arms and white calves seemed to glow in the cold light of the flashlight.
Few men can resist this most primitive temptation.
She had no other choice but to take a gamble!
"Don't kill me, you can do whatever you want, don't kill me..."
She heard the kidnappers discussing in low voices again: "How long will it take to do something?" "It's still early before dawn."
"You guys go out first and come in one by one later..."
Song Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her body trembling with extreme tension.
The rope had broken, and the broken rope was in her hand.
After just polishing, almost all the rust on the gears has been worn away.
She clenched the gear with her bloody fingers, like a hunter, waiting for the prey to come to her fragile neck.
