At this time, it was still very early for the night players. But to stay, she really has no better countermeasures to further inquire about the news. She decided to get up and leave, she wanted to talk to Johnson again. In particular, I want to talk about how to "get intimate" with Tang Shubai naturally and quickly.

But what I never expected was that as soon as I raised my feet and walked out of the izakaya, a half-grown girl chased after Li Fengzhu. In order to stop her, he slammed into her arms, raised one hand above his head, and shouted: "Madam, there is your phone." ”

Li Fengzhu wrapped a pair of thin arms, and his heart softened first: "Child, you recognize the wrong person......

Following the little hand's point, a figure flashed outside the phone booth on the side of the street and hurriedly disappeared at the end of the street.

Li Fengzhu vigilantly took the little girl's other hand in her pocket, and saw that she had stuffed three candies in her palm, and her face immediately turned pale.

The door of the phone booth was open a crack, the phone rested on the table, and there was no sign of any suspicious in the surrounding area.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Miesli! ”

The stranger's tone was calm and natural, but there seemed to be a mystery hidden in his tone. Obviously, this call was not accidental, but painstaking.

When he was in a hurry, such a thing suddenly appeared, and Li Fengzhu would naturally deal with it with a hundred and twenty points of caution: "Excuse me, ...... Who?"

The other party smiled before speaking: "I am the head of a small non-governmental organization, and I hope to establish a close relationship with you, especially with your newspaper." ”

Li Fengzhu buzzed in his head, and his heart was filled with the terrifying word "outnumbered". Her upper body leaned nervously on the phone, as if she could get more information if she got closer: "Your organization is ......"

"Iron Fist United, it's more convenient, you just remember the 'Iron Fist Regiment'. ”

It's not a lie, it's indeed a small organization, so small that Li Fengzhu hasn't heard of it at all.

In Jinmen and even in the whole of North China, there are thousands of gang organizations that can see the light, and if you count the number of people who do not see the light, it can be said that there are as many as a cow's hair. Among these groups, some shouted that they really wanted to do great things, and some held up civilized slogans to fish the common people in private. Based on what Li Fengzhu has seen and heard over the years, the latter category is completely overwhelming in terms of quantity.

It doesn't matter if you don't want to, the more you analyze it, the more ominous you feel.

In the absence of a response, the man on the other end of the phone had to pick out his intentions: "Mi Sili, in fact, my brothers are all civilized people, but they were forced to fall into the grass...... In desperation, I did an unspeakable pickled thing. I hope that we can happily cooperate with Miesli so that we don't have to face a life lawsuit. ”

Before Li Fengzhu could pronounce a "not good" in his heart, a few weak "mothers" floated in his ears.

The voice was weak, but it was clear and discernible because of the silence around it.

Unexpectedly, Li Fengzhu's face did not change in particular. But she wasn't really calm, but at this moment she suddenly felt that her spirit was completely drained. In the past few hours, she has spent a lot of effort analyzing her enemies one by one. endured the helplessness and panic in his heart, and reluctantly sorted out the clues, ready to officially start the rescue.

But the result?

A sudden phone call brought her the news that her son was alive and well. But it didn't make her feel any light, let alone happy. The person is still alive, but her efforts for the past few hours have been in the wrong direction. She wasted the most golden rescue time, and the passing time ruthlessly threw her in the desert far from the starting point.

When the tears almost completely wet the fabric of the placket, Li Fengzhu realized it later, but shouted loudly without words: "My son?"

As with most kidnappers, after saying a word that can confirm their identity, even if it is unwritten, they will not give any more chance to call.

However, unlike most kidnapping cases, Li Fengzhu's reaction is rare. She did not completely lose her mind and cry and grab the ground, but told the kidnappers that she was not completely sure to continue according to the original plan.

"Listen, do you hear clearly?" the kidnapper stammered, what should have been said in a threatening tone, but hesitated when he said it.

Li Fengzhu's professional instinct told herself very confidently that this stutter contained a lot of information, but the chaotic mood had been interfering with her thinking. She clenched her fists in anger and slammed her head many times.

The kidnapper said that he came from a small civil organization, and the members were all civilized people who had fallen into the grass, and he began to stutter after a few words......

Professional spies and spies are not infallible, but they certainly don't make mistakes prematurely.

In this way, it is credible that words and deeds are consistent.

Then, all previous conjectures will have to be overturned.

If the purpose of the kidnapping is solely for the benefit of the kidnappers and not for the press dispute, the stakes are far less serious than initially thought. In the midst of great misfortune, this news is gratifying. But the downside is that although things are clear, Li Fengzhu has no clues in his hands.

After thinking about these questions for a while, Li Fengzhu hurriedly asked, "You have to let me say a few more words to my son!" She wanted to get some information in the direction through the environment on the other end of the phone. So I pressed the earpiece so hard that I couldn't wait to stuff it directly into the ear drum.

However, the kidnapper's deliberations were quiet and quick, leaving no trace for her.

The other party agreed, and once again handed over the call.

The child only sobbed, not cried heartbreakingly.

When Li Fengzhu heard the sound, his wrist couldn't help but weaken, and he almost couldn't hold the earpiece. The kidnapping was a few days ago, and she was afraid that her son had already exhausted most of his physical strength at this time, and his body was at a critical point.

Of course, what I want to ask the most is whether people are good, and what I want to talk about the most is naturally that my mother thinks you are crazy. But these words are useless, and living well is the most useful explanation. In this stormy small family, no one can stand up decisively and soberly at a critical moment, and her emotions and reason have to be borne by her alone.

Li Fengzhu raised a hand and pressed his violently undulating heart, trying hard to maintain the clarity of his thoughts: "Don't be afraid, we won't cry, Mom...... No, you...... Yes, it's up to you now. You replied to Mom, how did you get separated from your grandmother at that time?"

Xiao Rufu sobbed and choked, angry like a gossamer: "Yes, yes...... Grandma is seasick and I want to buy medicine. Then, I saw my uncle...... He has medicine, they ......"

At this time, the kidnapper snatched back the phone and said coldly: "Just two sentences, no more, no less." ”

Although Xiao Rufu's statement is incomplete, as a mother, Li Fengzhu naturally has a heart to mind with him, and he can quickly understand the meaning. Mrs. Li was not in good health, Xiao Rufu wanted to ask the crew to buy medicine, but the kidnappers saw the opportunity and coaxed him to go to the cabin to get it together if he wanted to buy medicine. The child is still young and lacks vigilance, so he falls for the thief.

"How much do you want?" Li Fengzhu shouted.

The kidnapper indifferently denied: "Mi Sili, we are indeed civilized people, and no matter how poor we are, we will never lose our personality." We are each in trouble, and we desperately need a righteous journalist like you to avenge our grievances. The conditions are not harsh, you go to the place where the sufferer is wronged, and report what you see. When the truth is reported, we will naturally know that you are cooperative. If you do it well, you will definitely send Ling Lang back to the house in the future, and not a single hair will be missing from you. ”

Li Fengzhu immediately agreed: "Okay, a word is a decision! Your Excellency, how can I contact you?"

Unexpectedly, this sentence led to the other party's dissatisfaction: "I want you to do something that a journalist should do, but it doesn't mean that I am willing to talk to you as an interviewee." Pay attention to tomorrow's readers' letters, contacts, and you don't need to worry about it. ”

The voice fell, and the busy sound of beeping lingered in the phone booth for a long time.

As soon as Li Fengzhu's hand was released, the phone slammed into her instep, but she didn't feel any pain.

Does a kidnapper who doesn't want money exist? Not only did the other party's demands not sound barbaric, but there was even a trace of pathetic and pitiful humility in his words. But is it true that a person who pretends to be an innocent child is civilized?

There is no doubt about the authenticity of this phone call, but when it comes to the kidnappers' intentions, it seems very reasonable but contradictory, and it is really unpredictable.

The only thing that is certain is that the kidnappers acted premeditated, and they were planned for at least half a month. On the other hand, Li Fengzhu didn't know anything about them. Therefore, it is imperative to comply with the kidnappers and stabilize their emotions.

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This night, Li Fengzhu sneaked back to his new home in the French Concession, and listened to the sound outside the door for a while before quietly opening the door. I found my mother asleep, as if she was crying and broke her bowels. She was afraid that she wouldn't wake up her mother, and she was afraid that her mother would wake up and cry sadly, but she became the resentful woman she hated before, and shouted countless times in her heart, "It's better to die".

Bitter tears flowed down his eyes, and after thinking about it, it was too difficult to live, and he was not afraid of death, but he was still afraid of it?

The afterglow swept to the stove, looked at the cold light on the blade, and turned his head to look at his mother, Li Fengzhu was frightened by his own thoughts. Fortunately, she had prepared some cooked food and quickly cut a small plate of beef in sauce. When the old lady woke up, she probably couldn't eat anything, but she still had to prepare. After eating and drinking, Li Fengzhu sorted out all the open flames and sharp weapons at home.

After sneaking around, he stayed by the bed again. Stretching out a hand, he gently pressed it on his mother's pulse, and counted his pulse for two hours.

When the sky was bright, Li Fengzhu relaxed slightly, and tiptoed to lock the door and go out. It can't be done like this all the time, but now is a special time, and I really can't think of any other ideas.

Mornings are usually the time of the day when there are the fewest shifts for editing. Therefore, although Li Fengzhu hurriedly rushed to the mailbox and came out with a bunch of letters, so that he knocked down the pile of books, knocked over the inkwell, and smashed the hot water kettle, it did not attract the attention of many people.

It's just that she frequently lies on the mouth of the mailbox, and she will inevitably be scolded by Uncle Ji in the porter: "You person, this is really too unusual!"