Chapter 265: Hold Your Hand

As soon as Song Tong and Lian Shaokang arrived at the airport, they were surrounded by a large number of reporters.

But it's not Chinese or Asian, basically, it's English, or some of the more popular, European languages like Spanish and French.

In them, there is no public account of some domestic media, often touted gentlemanly demeanor, and high degree of self-discipline and public etiquette.

They were just like reporters from any country, as soon as they saw Song Tong and Lian Shaokang, they were like flies seeing honey, and from the moment Song Tong and Lian Shaokang walked into the airport gate, they tightly surrounded Song Tong and Lian Shaokang.

As if they were afraid of being left behind, they scrambled to push each other, constantly approaching Song Tong and Lian Shaokang, and asking questions to Song Tong and Lian Shaokang.

At the same time, they also tried their best to put the microphone with the logo of their own TV station or website on the faces of Song Tong and Lian Shaokang, and strive to be photographed by more cameras to capture the logo of their TV station or website.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Norwegian Forest, are you the victim of the kidnapping of the Duke of the Castle? Can you receive an exclusive interview with us? ”

"I'm a reporter from Belgium's "Big River Daily", and we are willing to pay a high price for two of us to accept our interview!"

"I am a reporter for the French radio station "Nile Rose", if the two of us have the right time, we can immediately conduct an exclusive interview in the interview car, and at the same time, we are also willing to buy the audiobook copyright of the story that happened during the two of them during the castle at a high price!"

"We only need the copyright of the audiobook, and the price is good, I hope the two of you can consider it!"

"I want to buy the copyright of e-books and short videos from the two of you, I am a reporter for the British Sunflower website, and this is my business card!"

Unlike domestic journalists, who want to pry the news point from the mouths of the parties concerned, these European journalists seem to care more about the right to interview and buy out the copyright of the story.

Basically, when everyone first asked Song Tong and Lian Shaokang, they talked about this.

Song Tong and Lian Shaokang didn't expect that these media would give their names to the events they experienced so quickly.

I have long heard that the media in Europe and the United States like to give some psychopathic killers, serial killers, or some bombing suspects, or bad criminals who endanger public safety, some unique nicknames, in order to attract people's attention, win newspaper sales, or the attention of TV and the Internet.

Unexpectedly, they would experience it for themselves.

Moreover, these media actually gave Yan Li such a perverted person, such a romantic and mysterious nickname as the Duke of the Ancient Castle.

Don't these foreign journalists know that the perpetrator of the kidnapping case and the crime of endangering public safety is not a European at all? actually gave Yan Li the title of a duke.

Song Tong and Lian Shaokang are not interested, for Yan Li to increase the momentum, or to expand the name, for these reporters' news releases, what to enrich the creative content, so that Yan Li will be remembered by history forever.

They don't have a shortage of that money at all.

In the face of the siege of reporters, both of them always responded with only one sentence.

"No comment."

The reporters were like ants on a hot pot, moving forward and around, surrounding Song Tong and Lian Shaokang.

According to European customs and laws, copyright is extremely important, and the protection of copyright is also extremely strict.

Song Tong and Lian Shaokang, as victims of the Gubao case, as long as they are willing to tell their stories, any newspaper, television station, radio station, or the Internet, the remuneration or the copyright buyout price will be extremely rich.

And, in Europe, to be a survivor of such a major event, to be interviewed by television, radio, or traditional print media, is a very proud thing.

Media reporters from so many countries are constantly throwing olive branches to Song Tong and Lian Shaokang, they never thought that Song Tong and Lian Shaokang would not land, and completely refused the invitation of all reporters.

These reporters, when they saw Song Tong and Lian Shaokang, were about to walk into the VIP waiting room with strict security, and they all began to be more anxious.

Some reporters with fast brains took the lead in giving up the expectation of an overall copyright buyout, and instead like ordinary news reporters, they were eager to quickly pry out the hot spots that could be edited from the mouths of Song Tong and Lian Shaokang.

They began to change their tactics and interrogate Song Tong and Lian Shaokang from all angles to get the information they wanted.

"Gentlemen, ma'am, how long have you been imprisoned by the Duke of the Castle? What torture did you all suffer? ”

"It is rumored that the Duke of the Castle has carried out very cruel, ancient Chinese torture on you, may I ask you exactly what cruel punishments you have suffered?"

"I have received very important information from sources, it is said that although you do not see any damage on the surface, you have a very large internal damage, which is caused by an ancient Chinese secret technique, can you describe the damage that this secret technique may cause?"

"Mr. Lian, Mrs. Lian, do you know why Duke Castle chose that terrible place on the island as the place where you are imprisoned? Could it be that the ancient castle, once cursed, can more effectively cooperate with the casting of the Oriental Secret Arts, and increase the power of the mysterious Oriental Secret Arts? ”

Song Tong and Lian Shaokang didn't expect to hear such bizarre and ridiculous questions from the mouths of these reporters.

Are these journalists really a group of highly educated journalists?

Why is there such an obsession with secretaries and curses?

Whether it is the East or the West, no matter how educated people are, how long they have been modernizing, there will always be a strong curiosity about this bizarre and strange thing.

As long as you write about this kind of thing, it will attract a lot of attention, so these reporters will ask such ridiculous questions one by one.

Perhaps, the words that foreign monks are good at reciting scriptures are the truth wherever they are placed.

When these reporters mentioned some mysterious oriental secret arts, their eyes seemed to be able to shine.

The Far East, coupled with some mysterious and mysterious secretaries, does not need any reason to make them lose their minds and become insane.

In essence, Yan Li was in the castle, where did he use any oriental secretary? Yan Li hadn't even used anything that had anything to do with Dongfang or the secretary.

Yan Li kidnapped her with a gun invented in the West and a product of the industrialization of Western medicine - sedatives and anesthetics.

The only thing Yan Li used in the castle that was mysterious, or related to time and space, was the basement with a mechanism in the castle itself.

Others, just some*.

Song Tong didn't know at all that these reporters were all from unreliable sources, and these were completely nonsense.

She also didn't know how to communicate with these reporters who had fallen into a frenzy.

Song Tong rolled his eyes helplessly, shook his head, and still maintained the attitude of answering the reporter with those four words.

"My husband and I have said it repeatedly, no comment! Please don't continue to harass us, otherwise, we will sue you for your behavior! ”

Song Tong solemnly warned reporters.

The security guards at the airport, at this time, finally gathered in a team and came to drive away those people who surrounded Song Tong and Lian Shaokang like flies.

Song Tong and Lian Shaokang were finally able to walk into the VIP waiting room of the airport a little cleaner, waiting for the plane to take off.

At the same time that Song Tong and Lian Shaokang entered the VIP waiting room of the airport, in the hospital, An Yanan gradually recovered from the effect of the anesthetic.

The anesthetic dissipated little by little, and An Yanan's consciousness became clearer and clearer.

Her first feeling was the smell of disinfectant water, which was very strange.

Many of the images in the castle were uncontrollably alternating and flashing back in front of her eyes, like a marquee.

Suddenly, An Yanan saw Yan Li raise his pistol again, and aimed the muzzle of the black hole at Song Xu's forehead.

"No—"

An Yanan shouted, flew and pounced on Song Xu's body, firmly protecting Song Xu under him.

At that moment, a gunshot rang out, and Anya felt something, quickly, through her brain.

The pain was so intense that she opened her eyes hard.

In that moment, imagination and reality intertwined. In reality, Anya Nan finally really opened his eyes.

In front of me, the focal length slowly gathered, and the first thing that caught my eye was a suspended ceiling with a faint warm yellow.

Immediately afterwards, the focal length gradually became clearer, and then what caught my eye was a pair of eyes full of tenderness and guilt.

It's Song Xu!

In the brain, when this signal came, Anyana's first reaction was surprise, and the second reaction was panic.

She sat up, held Song Xu's face tightly with both hands, and carefully examined it.

After making sure that Song Xu was not hurt in the slightest, An Yanan was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and let go of the hand holding Song Xu's face a little.

Song Xu remained motionless and let An Yanan check it.

He looked at An Yanan's nervous expression, and the guilt in his heart became even more.

How much An Yanan loves him, he will worry about his safety under the effect of anesthetics and in his sleep.

blamed him for not being good, he couldn't protect An Yanan, but let An Yanan worry about him like this.

"Male. I'm fine, don't worry. Song Xu gently and gently, held Anya's hand.