"Heh! You dare to tell this lie, lie to Lao Tzu's head and hit him!" As the bucktooth man shouted, the other two people ran forward and punched and kicked the wind.

The fist fell like raindrops, and the wind had to hold his head and roll around on the ground, begging for mercy, he couldn't understand how this kid had become a mad dog.

"Shut up this old boy for a few days, give him a little bitterness, and give an account obediently. Said the young man in the gray kak.

"And the old place?"

"Okay, big brother. The two men agreed.

The muscular man pulled the wind up, grabbed his arms, and twisted them behind him. Then, pull out a rope and wrap it tightly around the wrist of the wind sound.

There was a stiff rope wrapped around his wrist, and the wind realized that he was firmly tied. Frightened, he tried to break free, but his wrist became tighter and tighter, and the pain was as sharp as a pinprick. He shouted for help, writhing from side to side, trying to struggle.

The bucktooth man punched him in the abdomen, and his stomach was so sour that he almost vomited.

Then, the gray Kak man pulled out a rag and stuffed it into his mouth, and a sour and smelly smell rushed into his brain, presumably not cleaned for a long time, making him nauseous.

Finally, a black hood was draped over his face from top to bottom. Almost instantly, the wind lost its direction and everything around it went dark.

The sound of the wind pushed and shoved forward, first a section uphill, and then, after a few turns, through a few hundred meters of potholed stone road. Eventually, he felt like he was being stuffed into a car, followed by the roar of the engine, and the car drove up like a big gasp, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit with a ball of cloth in his mouth.

I don't know how long it was, but the wind was dragged out of the car. His wrists were grabbed and pulled forward so hard that he couldn't keep up with his footsteps and nearly fell to the ground. He was so angry that he cursed incessantly, in exchange for a burst of beating.

The wind heard the sound of the lock being opened, then the door being opened, and then the cloth from his head was removed, and he was wheeled into a room.

The door clattered, and the house was locked, followed by the sound of people talking, and the footsteps of a few people drifting away.

The sound of the wind covered his eyes, avoiding the sudden light, and when his eyes got used to it, he saw: it was a narrow room like a big box, a fluorescent lamp hung on the roof, and there were no windows on the four walls.

Just as he stared at the tightly closed door, a feeble greeting frightened him so much that his soul was almost gone.

"Hello. ”

Fengsheng gasped and stared wide-eyed in the direction the voice came from.

A short, fair-skinned, small-eyed man, dressed in a gray denim suit, was crouching in the corner of the wall looking at him.

"Hello, who are you?" asked the wind.

"Just like you!" replied the little man, looking helpless.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend, you can't hide, give it to them, maybe you will be beaten less. ”

"I really don't understand, so I came here in a daze. ”

The little man looked at the wind and didn't look like he was lying to him, he glanced at him, stood up and said: "Every year, many mainlanders come here to buy poached wild animals, or illegally buy cultural relics, and return to the mainland to resell them and make huge profits. This group of people is black and black, and it is expected that we will not dare to call the police. ”

"Uh. The wind responded.

The little man said angrily, "Don't you understand?"

"They're treating me like a trafficker?" Fengsheng asked.

"Aren't you?"

"It's true, it's not!" the wind swore to the sky.

"So what are you doing here? Pretending to be a peddler, you're out of luck. The little man muttered, and walked back into the corner.

"I, I'm here to find a friend. The wind whispered, and even he himself was a little weak-hearted.

"Cut, find a friend! If you don't get some blood, you just wait to suffer." The little man looked disdainful and said no more.

Fengsheng's heart tightened, and he didn't know what they wanted to do, it was like falling into an ice cave, and he was chilling all around.