On this side, Yang Fan's hands and feet were tied up. At first, he was covered with a black cloth, but later it was simply removed.
A rough man in his forties squatted in front of him. His words were not subtle and straightforward, "Tell me, what are your concepts and ideas for that bullshit design?"
Yang Fan frowned. This man probably couldn't even read Chinese characters. He talked profusely. He couldn't be someone who coveted his design ideas. Moreover, he thought he had some talent, but it wasn't enough to make people jealous. Who could he be? Tie him here just to get an idea?
"Which one are you talking about?" Yang Fan asked.
"Wha, what?" The rough man was obviously stunned and didn't know what Yang Fan was talking about.
Yang Fan was even more certain that this person was just someone who got paid to do things for others.
He stretched his arms and legs and said, "Don't you want a design concept? I have quite a few design works, which one do you want?"
Seeing the confused look on the rough man's face, Yang Fan said with a smile: "Besides, brother, there is nothing mysterious about a design concept. If you ask me, I can give it to you. Do you have to tie me up?"
Even rough guys don’t understand. This job is the most troublesome. In the past, I just went to the knife, paid and it was over.
"Just wait." The rough man said this and went to make a phone call.
Yang Fan took a look at the surrounding environment. It was a run-down apartment from the 1970s. It was old and remote. Even the government had probably forgotten about its demolition.
His cell phone was placed on the table, and it must have been turned off. He tried to move it, moved over and pulled along the edge of the table, and the cell phone fell to the ground.
He was a little excited, his hands were tied, he sat on the ground and rubbed it for a few times, turned his back to the phone, and turned it on with his hand.
Because he couldn't see it, he pressed a few times randomly, and the call actually went out.
"Yang Fan?"
A very excited voice exploded in the sky above the dilapidated apartment. Yang Fan had the urge to cry. It was Mu Ning.
"Where are you? Why can't I find you? You..."
She didn't have much time to speak, so Yang Fan interrupted her, "Mu Ning, I was kidnapped..."
Before he finished speaking, the man had already broken into the house, stepped over and grabbed the phone, and punched Yang Fan at the same time.
"You're still tied up and you're not honest. Who are you tipping off to?" the rough man yelled angrily and smashed his cell phone to pieces.
Yang Fan pressed his tongue against his gums, smelling a faint smell of blood.
"Brother, I'm tied up and I can't run away. Tell me, who tied me up? Just because of that bullshit design concept you mentioned."
Men still have professional ethics, open a can of drink.
"Don't worry about who tied you up. I asked clearly. It's the design concept that won the first place in this design competition."
"Is it related to the design competition works?" Yang Fan also came up with something,
"Stop talking nonsense, just say what you are told." The man was impatient.
Yang Fan suddenly smiled. It would be easier if he wanted this. There is no standard for design concepts. What he said smoothly was his work. What he said was what he said.
He pondered for a moment, pretending to be embarrassed.
"Okay, I'm telling you now, you have to let me go."
He talked nonsense, not sure whether the man understood it or not. He frowned a little solemnly. After a while, he went out to make a phone call. He must have reported it to the other party. This time he cleverly took the phone away.
After a while, the man came back and said, "No, that's not it. You are fucking playing tricks on me, right?"
The man tried to hit Yang Fan, but Yang Fan dodged.
"That's my work. Does anyone else know it better than me? Who says it's not?"
The man was stunned for a moment, "If he says no, it's not."
Yang Fan seemed to understand that he was dragging him. If he tied him and dragged him, would it benefit everyone? Or is it not beneficial to anyone?
Yang Fan was kidnapped.
Locally, Yang Fan was considered a wealthy second-generation kid, but he disappeared for two days. The Yang family didn't get any news at all, and they thought he was at school.
Everything seemed peaceful on the surface, but Mu Ning had a gut feeling that Yang Fan was kidnapped because of her.
Why?
The only reason I can think of is that I don't want her to get the design concept and ideas, and then not get a place to go abroad.
When you think about it this way, it makes sense.
She paced in the room, thinking of Gu Zhiyin again.
But his words and behavior last night showed that it was not him. Gu Zhiyin had never lied to her, let alone lied to her.
No matter who was behind the scenes, she couldn't leave it alone. After all, the favor she owed Yang Fan had not yet been repaid, let alone watch something happen to him.
After thinking about this, she quickly packed her things and went out.
She didn't know how to find Yang Fan's whereabouts, but fortunately she had a great senior. Gu Zhiyin asked him to tutor Mu Ning in high school. He was very good at science. Now that he was committed to the IT industry, he should have something.
Mu Ning called his senior and went to find him in an apartment near the school.
The senior was working on a project. This elementary school girl taught him for a while because of Gu Zhiyin's favor, and later developed into a personal relationship, and they got along well.
"Missing?" The senior frowned and looked at Mu Ning, grasping the key points from the few words Mu Ning described.
Mu Ning was shocked and admired the senior's keen insight, but he could only deny it.
"Either he's missing, or the school can't contact him. He still has his graduation project to hand in. Isn't this anxious?"
The senior nodded, inserted a USB flash drive into the computer, "Number."
Mu Ning reported a series of numbers.
The senior was operating in front of the computer and chatting as if nothing had happened.
"A boyfriend?"
"How do you know it's a boy? He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend. He usually helps me."
The senior nodded slightly.
After a while, the senior frowned and gave her an address, "It's in the western suburbs. As far as I know, there are only old apartments there, which were employee dormitories when the steel plant was not closed down. No one lives there anymore. What do you think about the phone number?" Where did it come from?"
Mu Ning felt uneasy in her heart, but without saying anything, she was already sure that it was that place.
No one can live there, but it is suitable for kidnapping.
"It should be so, thank you, senior."
She was in a hurry to leave, but her senior stopped her at the door, "Mu Ning, you're not going to find him by yourself, are you?"
Mu Ning's eyes averted for a moment, he was really afraid of making friends with smart people.
"No, I'll report it to the school first when I go back."
She couldn't talk about Yang Fan's disappearance yet. It was related to Yang Fan's personal safety. She didn't know how Yang Fan was doing now. What did the other party want, but they didn't dare to call the police rashly for fear of losing Yang Fan's life. Yang Fan's home didn't receive any blackmail calls, and the police wouldn't easily open a case for investigation.
So she wanted to go to that place to take a look first and confirm Yang Fan's condition.
After coming out of the principal's office, she hurriedly took a car and headed to the old apartment in the western suburbs.
The weather was bad, and it was gloomy like a layer of fog. The old and dilapidated apartment buildings were only four or five stories high, and the stairs were all open to the air. Because there were no residents, they were all quiet. Mu Ning was afraid that a taxi would drive in rashly and alert the snake. , and asked the driver to stop the car on the side of the road.
"Miss, there is no one here. Are you sure you want to go in alone?"
