Kidnappers Murmuring (3)

(E) Curtsy. Prayer.

The cook is so handsome, like His Royal Highness.

He was about my age, well-proportioned, fair-skinned, and had a faint beard.

A wonderful face, which can be called a cloud of steam, is like an invisible reflector diagonally 45 degrees below to follow him, bright, perfect, Q bomb. A little flaw, the expression is slightly stiff, and under the thin skin, it seems to be supporting the whalebone skirt of a medieval woman, not drunk with people, not dancing with the wind.

I was a little drunk, very upset, and wanted to curtsy him, and wanted to waltz with him.

His Royal Highness the Prince, dressed in a slim-fitting suit, passed through the stupid kidnappers with a commanding and graceful demeanor. In the gang, isn't there always a soul figure like a lawyer, a financier, a behind-the-scenes person, etc., even though he is just a cook?—— even though he is just a cook.

"Cook, don't touch her, or I'll crush you!"

"Don't worry, Zhao Xingyu...... She's not necessarily my food!"

The cook turned his back to Zhao Xingyu and them, folded his arms, and stared at the medicine bottle I was holding in my hand. The moment he raised his right hand, he pressed his index finger to his lips, "shhh

"Well, girl, how can you get such a disease at such a young age?"

"If you dare to touch me, you won't die well, you will all rot. ”

"Come, girl, give me the medicine bottle!"

I clutched the medicine bottle stubbornly, motionless, and the woman who was electrocuted by the cook generally empathized with me, and I didn't want to move, for fear of wasting the second in front of me.

The cook had to bend down and pick up a few small pill bottles from the floor, scrutinize the English labels on them, frown, squint, and glance at me from time to time.

I couldn't hold it anymore, my head was swollen like seasickness, my body shook back and forth, my nasal mucosa tingled unbearably, and a salty smell rushed into my mouth.

"Zhao Xingyu, where did this woman come from, it's rotten, and the hospital threw her out!"

I really can't go on, the nosebleeds are gurgling out, and the eyelids are as heavy as two mountain gates, just waiting for the moment when it falls with a bang.

"Stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding quickly...... Ointment, with the ointment in your hand. ”

The cook pointed to the object in my hand and stamped his foot in a hurry.

He doesn't know English, let alone a doctor, but he is certainly not an accomplice to Zhao Xingyu...... But so what, I can't help but embrace the earth anyway.

"Cook, get out of the way! if you dare to touch her, I'll crush you!"

The cook must have seen Zhao Xingyu crush someone, and more than once.

He was close at hand, and suddenly he pulled back, and looked sideways at me with a straight mouth and gnawed on mud.

Flower turbans, ponytails, Zhao Xingyu, hugged me, and surrounded me again, impermeable, covering the sky and the sun...... They drooped their heads and circled around me as I lay on the ground, rhythmically fast, muttering to themselves, sleepwalking like a shamanic ritual.

"Is that her, Lao Zhao. How did you find it? ”

"It should be, that's right. I look like her. ”

"It's not like it, it's so thin. It turns out that this is not the case. ”

"yes, it's so skinny. HIV is a ruckus. ”

"See enough, do it. Don't stand stupidly. ”

The ceremony entered the **, and the servants stood still, each wearing gloves.

Exactly the same as the one on Zhao Xingyu's hand, light blue latex gloves, surgery, dissection, or the kind commonly used in corpses.

Pray not to wake up, it hurts the most to live, and it hurts to live.

(F) Camp bed. Flawless.

Frame by frame, the picture was distorted, and the muttering kept on - I'm not dead.

The sound insulation of the prefabricated room is very poor, and the fierce friction sound of metal tables and chairs comes from upstairs from time to time, sandwiched with shouting, abuse, and doomsday madness.

Downstairs, in what looked like a dormitory cubicle, there were four camp beds side by side, and I was lying on the innermost one.

Hard slats, cold blankets. The body was curled up, not daring to turn over, not daring to touch, refusing to breathe, and the smell of animals was stained with it.

"Xingyu!Zhao Ye, spare me...... Ahh

The cook's screams were so miserable that he could even make out the movement of his fingernails scratching the floor and crawling in pools of blood.

I stared at the ceiling as if I had experienced it. Zhao Xingyu, with a flower turban and a ponytail, surrounded the cook in the middle and took turns to commit violence...... Is the cook exposed?

"This woman is rotten, the hospital threw her out!" these were the cook's exact words, and he pointed to the hand cream in my hand and shouted hysterically, "Use it!

Immediately afterwards, nosebleeds, fainting, and falling, Zhao Xingyu and the others surrounded me.

Awkward. Screw. Something is wrong.

If...... But...... Yes...... It's weird...... So it's not true.

Flawless. Thank God.

Undoubtedly, the cook successfully covered me, but Zhao Xingyu must have recognized some flaws, otherwise, why did he poison the cook?

Flaws, where are the flaws?

"Cook, if you dare to touch her, she will crush you!" Zhao Xingyu warned the cook twice...... As long as you touch me, even if you do it, Zhao Xingyu will kill someone...... Then this is, that is the jealousy is undoubted, and if it can't burn me, then I have to burn the cook.

The cook shook off Zhao Xingyu's threat and helped me clean up the abrasions and blood on my face after I fainted and fell to the ground...... As for Zhao Xingyu, he naturally avoided it, and he responded to my HIV all over my body.

Cook, he's a cook. He was a cook who had been hanging out with the kidnappers for a long time, and over time, he became a Stockholm cook.

(G) Black Mamba. Earlobe.

Of course, you have to escape, you have to run away with the cook.

I stared at the ceiling, the cook must have passed out from torture, and I couldn't hear his ** anymore. The friction of the metal seats never stopped, intermittently, creaking, rattling, not too harsh.

The not-so-harsh friction suddenly intensified, and the dust on the ceiling, rivets, brackets, chandeliers, and vibrations continued.

"Ah...... Yes!...... Ah......h

I'm not sure it's the cook's voice, the voice, the vocal cords, the throat that makes when it seems to be pulled apart by a strand of brains, the grunting, slimy sound.

Zhao Xingyu, it must be him, he just crushed something.

I got into the blanket, covered my head, closed my eyes, and curled up deadly.

In my ears, there was a squirming movement, a black mamba, a black mamba with a very long and heavy body.

The purple-brown belly rubbed against the floor, first curled up into an S shape, and then opened carelessly, the back half pulled the body to support the floor, the front half pulled the body to support the head, and the black and shiny letter licked the air spasmodically, zizizi...... There must always be a living creature lying on the four marching beds lined up.

"Eh, Zhao Xingyu said, your name is Liu Xin'er...... Is it true?

I was in the ice cellar, and there was no reaction from any living creatures except for the chatter of my teeth.

The voice coughed lightly, and then seemed to tuck its tail away, sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and spit out the head of the letter, and was about to reach into the blanket.

"It's no wonder that my voice is broken...... I'm a cook, a cook!"

I slowly lifted the blanket, revealing only a narrow slit.

is an indescribable face, even Zhao Xingyu is reluctant to move.

"Cook! Cook...... They, Zhao Xingyu, they, didn't ......"

I kicked off the blanket and hugged him desperately, tears melting my frozen brain and body.

"Shhh......h Be quiet! Don't die...... Zhao Xingyu: They just fell asleep. ”

"Yes, yes, quietly, quietly...... Cook, you, are you alright?"

"It's okay! No, you're still panting...... Eh, your name is Liu Xin'er, right?"

"Hmm. Oh, yes. It's called Liu Xin'er. ”

"That's right, I'm afraid of getting the name wrong. ”

"Is my name so important?"

"Of course...... I need to know who I'm dying for. ”

"I'm sorry! I'm the one who caused you...... Let's run away!"

"Run, that's what I look like...... Forget it, leave me alone, you run away. ”

I let go of his arm, and he collapsed on top of me.

It turned out that he was not sitting in front of me, but lying on the edge of the bed with his hands propped up. Skimming over his shoulder, I saw a long, glittering black trail of blood winding from the doorway to the bottom of the marching bed...... His spine was broken, and he escaped a black mamba.

"No, I'm going to run away with you, or I'm not going anywhere. ”

"Don't be stupid, run away...... Ahh ”

"Oh, okay, okay, don't move, I'll come. ”

"Well, cook, I can't hear what you're saying. ”