"Help me, help me!"

His voice became more and more earnest, with a hint of pleading in anger, this was his last straw, he didn't care who the person on the other end of the phone was, he didn't care if the other party could do it, but this was his only choice, he was crying for help, he was pleading, he was shouting. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the end of the hoarseness, there was the pain of falling apart, and the dark brown eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, which blurred the vision, and the gray despair began to climb up the ankles little by little.

"I know you're sad, but as far as I know, they're going to get you out right away. The voice on the other end of the phone was still unwavering, cold as if there was no fluctuation, "I hope it won't be too long." ”

Grass!

He couldn't help grinding his teeth and cursing one sentence after another, the trivial voice circling around his lips, almost unable to breathe, and finally all the voices grunted in his throat for a while, and he could only whisper a prayer, "Thank God." "Pray that this is not just talking, praying that they are really nearby, praying that he can really escape death, that kind of aggrieved whimper with a hint of bitterness, a hint of desolation, a hint of happiness.

"Yes, thank God. Now, I'm going to turn on the audio recorder. ”

"What?" he felt like he hadn't heard clearly, couldn't figure out what was going on, why he had turned on the tape recorder?

"Wait a minute. "This is Aaron Davenport, CRT's head of human resources, dated October 23, 2006, and I'm on the phone with Paul Conroy. Mr. Conroy, do you know I'm recording this conversation?"

He lay on a piece of sand, not daring to move at all, any movement seemed to cause a piece of sand to fall, the flashlight had been thrown aside, his lips were so dry that he began to ooze blood beads out, but his brain could not function at all, and after that line of life and death, it was completely turned into a mess, and he couldn't even breathe.

"What?" What the hell is going on?

"Please answer my question. On the other end of the phone, there is a rare "professionalism", which has a coldness that is almost robotic, which makes the inner irritability start to stir again.

Suddenly, the flashlight went out, and he subconsciously cursed a foul word, "Dog/!", which provoked the other party to say "Mr. Conroy" again, and he impatiently picked up the flashlight and began to slap it, absentmindedly perfunctory, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

"Did I get your permission to record?"

But the flashlight didn't respond, only the faint light of the mobile phone screen in the darkness, he wanted to rub his sore temples, but his left hand was raised, and he found that he was holding a flashlight in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, he didn't have any extra space, which made him beat the side wall with the flashlight in annoyance, it flashed, but only flashed.

"Why do you need my permission? What is this about?" He doesn't have a high level of education, otherwise he wouldn't be a truck driver, he doesn't know much about the processes of these big companies, and he can't calm down and think at this time, so he can only deal with it casually.

"I need you to answer yes or no, please. The other party's voice still shows professionalism.

"Yes! Yes!" he said, tapping his flashlight on his thigh, gritting his teeth, "Is this okay?"

"Thank you. The other party's politeness was not weakened by his rudeness in the slightest, "Mr. Conroy, when were you hired by the CRT company?"

"I don't remember......," his words were a little messy, and the flashlight came back on, "Nine months ago, it was January. What the hell is going on?" he felt a little deprived of oxygen, tugging at his collar, his lungs burning so hot, the sand still falling, and he looked warily at the cracks around him, as if he was going to collapse at any moment.

"I see that your official offer date is January 4th. Is that correct?"

"Who cares?" he said irritably, his rapid breathing unable to find an outlet, "this is nonsense." The contrast between the other's coldness and his fiery, the other's calm and his danger, made him more and more bewildered, and unconsciously began to reach out and touch the cracks.

"January 4th, is it correct?" the other party was unmoved, still sticking to his post.

"Yes!" he replied briefly, taking a deep breath, suppressing his anger and impatience.

"In your internal training before you were sent to Iraq, you knew how dangerous your position was, right?"

The sand fell, and he was full of mud, "Bah", he spit out, "You mean, when I went to Dallas, you said all the trucks were armored vehicles, and bulletproof glass? You mean, you said it was safer than ever?" The flashlight was actually dark, and he gritted his teeth and threw the flashlight on his arm. The crack was fragile enough, and if he smashed the wall again, he wasn't sure if it would collapse, and the flashlight smashed two blood marks on his arm, but he didn't know it, his muscles were stiff and numb, and the pain nerves seemed to be degenerating, "This is what you call 'know'?"

"I need you to answer yes or no. ”

His complaints, his sarcasm, his anger all hit a wall, and it made him clench his fists and grit his teeth, but then he let go again, "Yes." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, and after being trapped here for a few hours, he was exhausted, and he didn't even have much strength left to argue.

Breathe, breathe, he wants to get out of here, he wants to get out of this damn nightmare, does he want to wake up, or is the dream a reality, he's really trapped here, he's going to be buried alive. He remembered that he was lying on the bed in the hotel and entering into a dream, or was the part of the hotel just a dream, he had just fallen into a hallucination, and now he was awake? Breathe, he had to breathe, but the breathing was getting shorter and shorter, what was going on? What was going on? The chatter in his ears didn't stop, he needed to think, he needed to be rescued, he needed ...... Stay alive.

"At that time, you signed an employment contract with CRT, which spelled out the company's policies and included the terms of employment for your position?

The dust kept falling, and he began to cough, "Yes, yes, I signed a lot of papers. The burning breath made his whole face tangled, and his dry lips were covered with blood, and it seemed that even the sweat had stopped secreting.

"Yes or no?" the formulaic voice without any emotion was irritating.

"Yes!" he swallowed hard and stopped coughing, "I signed the contract!"

"Did we agree that two hours ago, you were kidnapped in Iraq?"

"Yes, that's not bad at all, you bastard!" he felt that the air was running out of air, and slapped his chest hard, his bloodshot eyes filled with restlessness and anger, "Where are they now? Rescue troops? Why do you ask this? Are they almost there?"

There was a half-second pause on the other end of the phone, and then he continued, "Our legal department requires our employees to sign affidavit," but there was an inaudible fluctuation in his voice, which seemed to be ...... "Confirm that they know the reason for their dismissal." This morning, your employment was officially terminated by CRT. ”

"Wait, wait, wait. He felt like his brain wasn't enough, "What?" The dream stopped, so did reality, even the struggle and breathing stopped, his eyes widened and he froze in place, like a sculpture.

"We have noticed that you are having an ambiguous/ambiguous relationship with the employee Pamela-Lutti. The voice on the other end of the line was slightly heavier.

"No, no!" he began to shake his head, violently, "Wait a minute!" but the other man's voice still didn't stop, "Wait a minute!" his shouts didn't work at all.

"There is a clause in the employment contract that clearly states that any ambiguous/ambiguous relationship between internal employees is prohibited. Whether in a romantic relationship or sexual/relationship, the employment relationship can be terminated immediately if the CRT senior management deems the relationship inappropriate. ”

"Stop, stop, stop!" His time seemed to stop, his muscles tensed to the extreme, and even his heaving chest lost its movement, "We're just friends, wait, listen to me, listen to me, we're just friends, just friends, okay?" he kept saying, but still couldn't stop the other.

"Our records don't show the same. "Calm, restrained, polite, dignified, formal. It was the voice on the other end of the phone, coldly and brutally pronouncing his death sentence.

"Your record is wrong!" he yelled.

"We still have a legal obligation to inform you because you were abducted and you were technically no longer an employee of CRT, so the company will not be responsible for any harm you suffer after your formal dismissal, that is, any consequences that may arise in this abduction. ”

Quiet, quiet, I could only see his chest rising and falling invisibly, the light of the flashlight and the halo of the mobile phone seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and the woodness and despair under those eyes were gradually falling, falling and falling, and there was no end to it.

"Mr. Conroy?" came another reminder on the other end of the line.

He still didn't react, like a dead corpse, his brain was dead, "What about my life insurance money? My family needs this money." "Calm, terrible calm, but deep in the throat grasped the last straw.

"Given that you were alive when you were fired......"

"Don't do it!" he interrupted.

…… After a pause, "Do you understand?"

"Don't do it. His voice trembled slightly, choked, frightened, pleading. "Don't do it. Beyond that, he was powerless to resist.

"Do you understand what I'm saying? Mr. Conroy. ”

Silent. His eyes were shaking violently, despair flickered in the crystal tears, and he looked around blankly, bewildered, and his lips couldn't help but start to tremble slightly, but he couldn't find any point of strength, and helpless panic trembled in the faint light.

At the most critical moment of their lives, they cut off his lifeline, and then they couldn't wait to take back their interests, flick their hands, a bystander gesture, and refuse to take a step closer.

The eyes are cracking.