Jin Yuan could feel that several of the ropes tying his hands had been broken by him, but the remaining ones seemed to be very strong. He became more and more anxious and his movements became larger and larger.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the back door open. He didn't pay attention and continued what he was doing.
But this time the footsteps did not go elsewhere, but went straight to the wooden house.
Jin Yuan was startled when he heard the sound of the chains on the door panel clashing. He slowly lay down while grinding the rope harder, blood dripping down his little finger onto the floor.
With a "bang" sound, the wooden door was pushed open. Under the pale moonlight, the old chef strode into the wooden house with a fierce look and closed the door of the wooden house with his backhand.
The moment the door opened, Jin Yuan immediately pretended to be startled and woke up from the ground in a daze. However, although he was lying on the ground, he was secretly trying hard to free his right hand from the rope.
The light in the wooden house was very dim, and the old chef didn't seem to notice that Jin Yuan's position had changed.
He looked at Jin Yuan who was lying on the ground panting heavily, and kicked Jin Yuan's shoulder hard with his toe. Jin Yuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. It seemed that his shoulder was also injured just now, but he was mentally exhausted. He was unaware of the combination of high tension and pain in his ribs.
The old chef took out Jin Yuan's backpack from behind, grabbed the bottom of the backpack with one hand, and poured out the contents. Mobile phones, wallets, tissues, student ID cards, textbooks, cloth pockets and other things fell one after another, and some even hit Jin Yuan on the face.
Jin Yuan groaned in pain, his body kept twisting, and with exaggerated movements, he sharpened the rope a few more times.
"Where did you hide the things?" The old chef asked with a sullen face and broken English. At the same time, he kicked the wound on Jin Yuan's ribs hard, and blood immediately burst out from the wound.
Although the restaurant where Jin Yuan works is claimed to be a Chinese restaurant, in fact the owner of the restaurant is not Chinese, but Vietnamese. After Jin Yuan came in, he found out that there was not a single Chinese person in the restaurant from the wok cookers, the cutters, the chefs, the water table, the pastries, to the noodles. The stir-fried dishes don't taste like Chinese food at all, they are just selling dog meat on sheep's heads. But the Germans don't know this. They often eat it with gusto, and at the same time they think it's very authentic.
Most of the chefs in the restaurant have little education and low cultural level, and some of them came to Germany as refugees. They don't speak German and can only speak a few simple words in English. Most of the time they work in the restaurant, and occasionally they still spend a day off chatting in the restaurant. When you are empty, you will inevitably come into contact with some bad things, such as drugs.
The veteran chef was the first among these chefs to arrive in Germany, so the social relationship was the most complicated.
Jin Yuan felt as if his ribs were broken into countless pieces and pierced into his flesh. The pain caused tears to flow out uncontrollably. He twisted his body while pretending to be confused: "Hide...what...I don't know... Ah...I have nothing...to hide..."
He spoke weakly, half out of pain and half for show.
The old chef kicked him a few more times, but Jin Yuanguang said nothing.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the old chef picked up a thick rope hanging on the wall next to him and prepared to put it around Jin Yuan's neck.
With a "pop" sound, the last rope binding his hands was broken. But the old chef didn't hear it, and Jin Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
Just as the old chef was bending down to squat, Jin Yuan suddenly flew up and kicked the old chef's ankle hard.
The old chef didn't expect that Jin Yuan would sneak up on him, so he quickly dodged and staggered a little.
At this critical moment, Jin Yuan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly flew towards the old chef. The old chef didn't expect that the other party would break free from the rope. He was stunned and subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.
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The girl was walking in the dark, and Dong Qiangqiang was far away from her. His line of sight was occasionally blocked by vehicles parked on the roadside, and he could only hear the sound of the suitcase's wheels dragging on the ground.
Large clouds floated in the night sky from time to time. Through the moonlight, Dong Qiangqiang found two figures, one tall and one short, following the girl on the left and right.
Dong Qiangqiang quickened his pace and slowly followed the short black shadow. As he walked, he paid attention to whether there were bricks or other things on the ground that could be used as "weapons", but to his disappointment, the street was very clean and there was nothing.
The two black figures slowly approached the girl, and the distance between them became closer and closer. The girl seemed to be still on the phone, not noticing the two people behind her at all.
Just as Dong Qiangqiang was about to get closer to the other party, suddenly, a clear and urgent text message ring broke the quiet atmosphere.
The ringtone came from Dong Qiangqiang's jacket pocket.
Dong Qiangqiang secretly screamed: Oops. He quickly leaned over and hid in the grass beside the road, quickly took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and turned it off in a hurry.
The girl didn't look back, she was still walking forward on her own.
Hearing the bell, the two figures turned back at the same time, but at this time they were both standing in the moonlight, while Dong Qiangqiang was hidden in the shadows.
Not seeing anything made the two of them, one tall and one short, even more suspicious. The short man pursed his lips at the tall man. The tall man understood and immediately pulled out a dagger from his waist and walked slowly towards Dong Qiangqiang's direction.
Seeing the tall man coming with a dagger, Dong Qiangqiang complained incessantly. He looked around and suddenly noticed something flashing in the grass behind him. He pushed aside the weeds and saw an old bicycle without front and rear wheels lying upside down in the grass. He broke it apart with his hands, trying to find any parts in the car that could be used as protective gear.
Hearing a voice behind her, the girl quickly turned her head and saw a tall foreigner not far behind her walking towards the darkness with a dagger, while another short foreign man was only ten meters away from her. She was so frightened that she froze in place, not knowing what to do.
Seeing that the other party was getting closer, Dong Qiangqiang grabbed a large handful of soil under the grass with his left hand, then jumped out of the grass and shouted to the girl in the distance: "Run!"
The girl was awakened by the voice, immediately dropped the box and ran forward, shouting loudly in Chinese: "Help! Help!"
Looking at the girl's back, Dong Qiangqiang sighed helplessly.
Neither the tall nor the short man expected Dong Qiangqiang's violent shouting. When they reacted, the short man turned around quickly and saw that the girl had run far away. He didn't care about talking and jumped after her.
The tall man held a dagger in his hand. He slowly approached Dong Qiangqiang and waved to Dong Qiangqiang provocatively, motioning for him to come over.
The other party came closer and closer, Dong Qiangqiang grasped the dirt in his left hand, hid his right hand behind his back, and at the same time carefully stared at the dagger in his hand.
The tall man is slightly taller than Dong Qiangqiang. He has short brown hair, deep eye sockets, and a high nose bridge. He does not look German. He held the dagger in his right hand, and the dagger reflected eerie silver light from time to time, looking like a silver poisonous snake spitting out snake bites.
There were two rows of dense beads of sweat on Dong Qiangqiang's forehead. He could not hear any sound in his ears at this time. He could only feel that his heart was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his body at any time.
The tall man's feet moved slightly, and Dong Qiangqiang immediately felt keenly that the opponent was about to attack.
He didn't wait for the opponent to make a move, and immediately raised the dirt in his left hand towards the opponent's face.
Just as the tall man was about to attack, he was suddenly startled by a dark object thrown towards him. He blocked it with his hand, and then immediately stabbed Dong Qiangqiang.
