bayedsolid Chapter 234 Escape
Chapter 234 Escape
Chapter 234 Escape
Seeing that Mo Yu had already leaned back in her chair without moving, Zhang San leaned forward slightly, moved closer to her, and whispered, "Miss Mo? Miss Mo, are you asleep?"
"Zhang San, why are you shouting? We haven't reached the dock yet. Shout when we get there." Li Si, who was driving, stared at the front and said without turning his head.
Zhang San raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile, and said in a low voice: "I put sleeping pills in her water, and I'm testing whether she can fall asleep."
Li Si's expression froze for a moment. He suddenly pulled out his hand and slapped Zhang San hard. The crisp sound of "pa" echoed in the car.
"You put Miss Mo to sleep, and she couldn't wake up when we got to the dock. We missed the boat, and it delayed things. What if the employer wants to take back the money they paid us? Do you have any professional ethics?"
Zhang San covered his hot face, a trace of anger flashed across his face, and then he spat in disdain.
"You idiot, why don't you have any idea how to make money? You only earned 5000 yuan by sending her to the dock. There's an old man in our village who spent 20 yuan to buy a wife, but she's not as pretty as her. She should be sold for at least 30 yuan."
Li Si rubbed his head, a timid look on his face, and muttered, "This is illegal. If you're caught, you'll go to jail."
Zhang San slapped Li Si on the head with a dull sound. "Once the phone card is lost and the person is gone, who can find us? Sell her and we'll each take half. Then you can get married, right?"
When he heard about getting married, Li Si's eyes lit up, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. A silly smile spread across his face: "Then are we still going to the dock?"
"Fuck it, bring her to where we live first. I'll find a buyer in the next few days." Zhang San said impatiently, with greed flashing in his eyes.
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"Mr. Ni, we have sent people to look for Miss Mo at the airport, bus station and dock, but there is no trace of her." The subordinate lowered his head, with a hint of panic in his voice.
"Seven hours have passed, and you still haven't found him? What are you doing?" Ni Jiamu's eyes were bloodshot, and a terrifying aura emanated from him. He slammed the table so hard that the documents on it vibrated. "Keep looking. If you can't find him, don't come back."
"Yes." The subordinate responded quickly and retreated in a hurry.
Ni Jiamu looked at the lit wallpaper on his phone. It was a picture of Mo Yu. She was smiling brightly, but at this moment it hurt Ni Jiamu's eyes.
He slammed his fist on the table: "Mo Yu, you lied to me again, you have such a cruel heart, I must catch you back, I will lock you up by my side."
At this time, his subordinate Lin Wei walked in and said cautiously: "Boss Ni, Yang Hanyue is awake."
Ni Jiamu raised his eyes and said, "Let's go to the hospital."
In the hospital, pale lights cast a shadow over the ward. Yueyue lay on the bed, her head wrapped in thick gauze, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
Uncle Yang was sitting beside her, holding a fruit knife in his hand, carefully peeling an apple for her. The blade rubbed against the apple, making a slight rustling sound.
"Yueyue, why did Miss Mo Yu beat you so badly? Do you know where she went? Young Master Jiamu is going crazy looking for her." Uncle Yang asked while peeling an apple.
Yueyue buried her head and counted her fingers, feeling a little uneasy. She hadn't expected that she would be so cruel to herself. After being hit by a stick, her head needed seven stitches.
"I don't know. Maybe Sister Xiaoyu went out to deal with something, and she will come back when she is done." Yueyue said in a low voice.
Uncle Yang cut the peeled apple into pieces, picked up a piece with a toothpick and handed it to Yueyue: "Don't get involved in the owner's affairs. I'm just working for them. If anything goes wrong, we can't be held responsible."
Yueyue looked up and saw Ni Jiamu walking in. She said nervously, "Brother...Brother Jiamu, you're here?"
Ni Jiamu murmured "hmm" in a low voice: "Do you know where Mo Yu went? What happened this morning?" Ni Jiamu's tone was no longer as gentle as usual. His face was gloomy, and he looked at Yueyue from top to bottom, giving people a great sense of oppression.
Yueyue was extremely nervous. She lowered her head and her voice trembled: "I don't know. After I accompanied Sister Xiaoyu into the dressing room, I went to adjust my wedding dress. Suddenly, I felt a pain in the back of my head, and then I fainted."
Ni Jiamu did not answer, but just stared at her closely, as if he was thinking about the truth of her words. The ward was so quiet for a while that only the ticking sound of the instruments could be heard.
"Master Jiamu, I've just asked. This matter has nothing to do with Yueyue. Besides, Yueyue was seriously injured. She is very timid and dares not do anything rash." Uncle Yang hurried to smooth things over.
"Okay, I understand." Ni Jiamu glanced at Yueyue, then walked out of the ward with heavy steps.
It was around seven or eight in the evening, the night as dark as ink. Mo Yu woke up groggily. She opened her eyes slightly, only to be met with a pitch-black darkness so thick it seemed indissoluble.
Her head was dizzy, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. She subconsciously reached out to rub her head. As soon as she moved her shoulders, she instantly woke up and a chill ran down her spine.
In the faint light filtering through the cracks in the window, a thread-like ray, Mo Yu glanced around. Her scalp tingled, her body instantly drenched in a cold sweat, her stomach ached, and her entire body trembled uncontrollably. This scene brought back memories of being tied up in the seaside warehouse, and fear washed over her like a tide.
Mo Yu couldn't help wanting to scream, but she knew she couldn't, so she bit her lips hard with her teeth, until her lips turned white, and a taste of rust spread in her mouth.
She mentally forced herself to calm down, taking deep breaths over and over again. After more than ten minutes, she gradually calmed down and began to carefully observe her surroundings.
She thought to herself: "Leng Xiyan tied me up here. What does she want to do? It's already night time, and there's no sound around. It looks like the two people who tied me up are not here. I have to find a way to escape."
Mo Yu's hands were tied to the table behind her. Her wrists were so tight they hurt, and her skin had turned red. She couldn't move an inch, so she could only rub her hands against the edge of the table to break the ropes.
After rubbing a few times, Mo Yu's hands were already worn raw. Blood oozed from the wounds and dripped onto the ground along the corner of the table. But she gritted her teeth, and tears as big as beans rolled down her face. She rubbed hard again and again, and blood flowed down her hands to the ground. She did not dare to stop for even a moment. In the end, she was numb from the pain and had only one thought left: to escape.