It was autumn eighteen years ago.

Young Han Yunfei had just entered the fourth grade of primary school, and as usual, he got out of school at half past five, and at about five forty, he got into the car that took him home.

The driver is a middle-aged man in his thirties, usually talks very little, he has been a driver for their family for almost a year, and his work is quite serious and responsible.

Although he was a little unaccustomed to it, he was young at the time, and he didn't think much about it, and he never liked to eat snacks, but he drank a little water when he was thirsty, and then somehow fell asleep.

When he woke up, Han Yunfei was in a dimly lit hut, with his hands and feet tied, sitting on the floor in an extremely uncomfortable position.

The house was not yet as clean as the kennel, there was not even a window in a palm-sized area, the air was filled with a foul stench, dirty clothes and socks were thrown on the floor, cigarette butts had been smoked, and disgusting nude posters were plastered on the walls.

The driver saw that he was awake and walked over with a smile on his face, unlike during the day, the smile at the moment was full of undisguised evil.

Han Yunfei was so disgusted by this person in this place that his stomach was overturned, but there was black tape on his mouth, and the feeling of nausea surged to his throat, and he was forcibly pressed down, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

The driver crouched down in front of him and slapped him in the face as if he were playful.

Growing up so big, Han Yunfei has never been treated like this, but when he was young, he immediately understood the current situation, he saw something similar in a certain Hong Kong and Hong Kong movie, so he knew that he was probably 'kidnapped'.

"Boy, call your rich dad in a moment, be nice, you know?"

Even the lines are exactly the same as in the movie.

Han Yunfei knew that he had no choice, so he could only nod.

The driver patted him again in the face with satisfaction.

After the phone was called, the driver tore the tape off his mouth and let him say only one word.

Immediately the sound of his parents breaking down came over the phone.

"I want your son to live, bring five million cash at twelve o'clock in the evening and put it in the trash can under the Binjiang Road overpass, if you dare to call the police, I will let you not even find your son's body." ”

Five million in cash, which was a huge amount of money eighteen years ago.

However, Han's father and Han's mother still agreed.

After hanging up the phone, the driver dialed another number to go out and report the progress here.

For the next four hours, the driver smoked cigarette after cigarette, and the stench grew stronger without windows in the house.

Han Yunfei was thrown on the floor, his hands and feet were tied with ropes, his mouth was covered with tape, only a pair of eyes were free, he looked around, and found that he was so small, so powerless, he couldn't do anything but let others slaughter.

Fear is the worst thing!

It can turn a minute into a year, and these four hours are like a long life for him, and he even recalls his short and meaningless life.

Finally, twelve o'clock arrived.

The only mobile phone in the room rang, and after the phone was connected, I didn't know what the other party said, the driver's face turned from red to white, and then from white to red, and when the call ended, the driver went straight to the boy who was curled up on the ground, and began to add punches and kicks.

"Boy, it seems that your life is not as important as money, you dare to call the police!"

Han Yunfei's body was hit a lot, and his head was not spared.

After the brutality, the driver gasped for breath, pulled him up roughly, and pushed him out of the house.

He was thrown into the back of the car like a bag of garbage.

That night was as dark as a black cloth, and there was not a single star.

The car drove fast, and the driver kept talking to himself along the way, occasionally saying some scaring words, but the most he said was swearing.

Han Yunfei's ancestors have been 'honored' for eighteen generations.

I don't know how long it took, the car stopped, the driver got out of the car, and had a brief exchange with a motorcyclist on the side of the road.

"What else are you going to do with him, just do it. The motorcyclist said irritablely.

The young Han Yunfei was covered in injuries, his ears were a little buzzing, but he heard this sentence clearly, is he going to die, just a few hours ago, he was still sitting in a spacious and bright classroom, with a delicate book in front of him, how could he die in a blink of an eye?

"This kid is white and clean, and he's still a boy, so it's better to sell it. ”

"Idiot, we took him with us, it was inconvenient on the road. ”

"I didn't get a penny, it's a pity to do it, we take it first, sell it if we can, and it's not too late to sell it if we can't sell it." ”

"I'm going to take you, phew, idiot!"

The two men apparently did not get along, and when the catastrophe came, they flew separately, and the man on the motorcycle walked away alone, raising a cloud of invisible dust in the darkness.

But the driver still decided to take a gamble, and it was bad enough to not make five million today.