The night outside darkened little by little along with their long afternoon tea, and the darkness was like a huge quilt covering the sky, pressing down on everyone's heads.

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening, Lin Jin was pacing anxiously at home, Jiang Futing's mobile phone couldn't get through, at first no one answered, but it was turned off directly in the back.

Jiang Chao was still in a meeting at the company, so he didn't have time to read her text messages.

The long hair that is usually carefully cared for by her was scratched messy because of her unbearable anxiety, Lin Jin looked at the mobile phone from time to time, expecting that her longing son would suddenly call her.

Jiang Futing has been a very worry-free person since he was a child, even if there is something unexpected sometimes, he will say hello to his family in advance.

Even if it's too late to say it, there is no such thing as not answering the phone and turning off the phone.

Lin Jin pressed her undulating chest, stabilizing the uneasiness that spread in her heart, she was afraid that something would happen to her son outside.

In the huge living room, the anxious figure of the woman kept walking back and forth.

At this time, the ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly rang, and Lin Jin didn't even care who the caller was, so he answered the phone: "Hey, son!" ”

The person on the other end of the phone obviously paused, and asked suspiciously: "Ah Jin is me, what's the matter, what do you mean by texting that your son was lost?" ”

Lin Jin then realized that the person who called was Jiang Chao, and the panic in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and she burst out of the embankment, choking in her mouth: "Lao Jiang, our son is gone!" The phone couldn't get through, and now the phone is turned off again, and I didn't respond when I contacted him on WeChat! ”

"What's going on? Where did he go today? When did you go out! Jiang Chao realized the seriousness of the problem from her tone, and hurriedly grasped the key point and asked.

Although he usually has a general relationship with his son and is more strict, his son's habits are very clear.

"He went out in the morning!" Lin Jin's brain at this moment had already been completely controlled by panic, chaotic, recalling in pieces, red eyes, and his nose was constantly frozen.

"In the morning, I said that I went to Meng Sihua's house for something, but I called Meng Sihua, and he left in the morning, and I don't know where he went later?" , Speaking of the voice in the back, Lin Jin's voice couldn't stop whimpering again.

"You calm down, I'll contact you, if it doesn't work, go to the police, and you can contact all the classmates he can contact!" Jiang Chao calmly drank to stop her panic, but in the end, his voice was a little uncontrollable anxious.

"Okay! Good! The woman's body was a little weak, and she sat on the sofa, her hands tightly holding the mobile phone that was talking to Jiang Chao, as if pinching the only hope.

"Don't worry, our son is so smart, he won't have an accident!" Jiang Chao anxiously comforted Lin Jin with the last sentence, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.

Jiang Chao's last sentence was like a reassuring pill, Lin Jin kept repeating it in his heart, and the hope in his eyes was slightly rekindled, and he muttered in a trance: "Yes!"

Right! My son is so smart, he won't be so prone to accidents! ”

Then she ran and climbed back upstairs, entered her room, and looked through the numbers of other students who had registered for the parent-teacher conference.

……

In a small space,

The icy coolness seeped into Jiang Futing's palm and scalp from all around, and his chaotic consciousness gradually recondensed.

The slender fingers moved slightly, the lips were dry and a layer of white skin, and the person lying on the ground unconsciously opened his mouth and slowly opened the phoenix eyes that were a little misty.

The unfamiliar ceiling of multiple shadows slowly became clear in Jiang Futing's sight.

So thirsty.

This was the first feeling after waking up, Jiang Futing frowned, and his dry throat rolled up and down.

His hands and feet were still very sore under the effect of the previous drug, and he instinctively raised his right hand, wanting to rub his swollen forehead, but the moment he lifted his hand, it seemed to be resisted.

"Click!" The sound of metal striking sounded at the same time.

Jiang Futing twisted his still stiff neck with difficulty, and then he noticed the cold feeling coming from his wrist, his right hand was firmly handcuffed to a PVC pipe in the corner of the wall at this time, and he looked down at the cold handcuffs that had slid to the ground, and his face showed a funny self-deprecation.

He sat still for a moment, waiting for his body to settle down and regain some strength, and surveyed the room where he was being held.

The sides of the body are full of messy things, and there are still messy cardboard boxes on the shelves in front of them, the space is very small, only six or seven square meters, when Jiang Futing woke up, his body was curled up, and the space to walk around could only stand two adults.

The room was clearly a barely needed storage room, and a lot of the things in the corners had fallen thick with dust.

The Jiang family hasn't completely torn their faces with them yet, Jiang Li will definitely tell Song Minghui about such a big thing as tying himself up, and they can only hide themselves privately before that.

It should be somewhere in the Jiang family.

Jiang Futing stretched out his spare hand and casually rummaged through the dust on the ground, and there were many medical waste medicine bottles and boxes.

Is this a hospital? But normal medical waste is to be recycled, how can these things be here.

He picked up an empty bottle and shook the dust twice on the ground.

The drug label on it has been torn off, leaving only the white bottom of the self-adhesive that is not completely torn off, but the white background has been dirty and completely covered with a thick layer of ash.

I can't tell what kind of drug it is.

Jiang Futing raised his head, and the pipe handcuffed with his own hands was like a small drainage pipe, and there was an occasional "Boom!" The sound of the water flowing, this kind of trumpet pipe is generally connected by home.

The addition of a small drain pipe to the storage space indicates that there is a small office near this storage room, and the water demand is not large, at most one or two people.

What departments in the hospital have separate small offices and dedicated health needs?

Jiang Futing didn't quite understand.

From the time he was somewhat conscious, a wave of coldness had been invading

With his body, he forgot to bring his coat when he rushed to the hospital, and his body began to freeze at this time and began to shiver a little.

There is no underfloor heating in this place?

In addition to the coldness that he felt most intuitively in his limbs, the gloomy feeling of nothingness was constantly surrounding him, Jiang Futing was raising his head just at the gate, and the faint light spilled in through the glass on the door, illuminating the dim room.

He flipped through the messy items piled up around him, but couldn't get any useful information, and could only see a red letter engraved on a discarded scratch paper, The Third Affiliated Hospital of Huaxia International.

He looked at the boxes on the shelves on either side again, then stretched out his left hand and tiptoed, desperately trying to reach the shelves in front of him.

But his right hand was tightly handcuffed, and it was obviously some distance from what was on it.

Jiang Futing turned his head and looked at his imprisoned right hand, and a trace of fierceness crossed the depths of his eyes.

He then turned his head and stepped on the shelf in front of him, struggling to reach for something above it, holding back the pain of his right hand cutting through the metal.

There was a constant tingling sensation in his wrist, and the feeling of splitting made him gasp incessantly, and the top of his fingertips was still a little bit close to the box, and the sweat of the bean kept flowing down.

Just a little!

Sweat suddenly trickled into his eyes, and the salt in the liquid stung the dry corners of his eyes, and Jiang Futing instinctively closed his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and leaped forward, the tingling pain in his wrist spreading, the warm liquid flowing down his palm, and the fingertips of his left hand finally touched the box.

He kicked the shelf with a hard kick under his feet, swaying slightly and slanting down as his left hand swept the box down with considerable agility.

"Boom! Wow! With a loud bang, the paper was scattered all over the ground.

Jiang Futing instantly returned to the position of awakening at the beginning, blocked the wound on his right hand, and curled up and lay back on the ground.

If you make such a big move, someone will definitely come in and take a look.

However, he closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but no one came in to ask, and his dark eyes were reexposed in the space, flashing a trace of puzzlement.

What the hell is the place, no one cares about such a big movement?

Since there was no one, he sat down peacefully and scanned the sparse sheets of paper that had fallen out of the box.

The dark eyes adapted to the dim light, and the things he saw were unusually clear, and Jiang Futing looked at them one by one.

The things in front of him made him more and more shocked.

How can there be any such stuff here?

The depths of his eyes are full of incredulity, these are all the medical records of the last batch of rescued children, and the things in them are all real, clearly recording the condition of each child, but how can these cases be here, shouldn't they be in the hands of the patient's family?

His eyes probed the door and window again, and it was still quiet outside.

With his left hand, he poked out the mobile phone hidden in the cotton clothes inside, Jiang Futing breathed a sigh of relief, and he was still there.

The pockets sewn in the cotton clothes were still instigated by the people in the same bedroom, and they privately asked Lin Jin to sew them, and they did it at the beginning

I just want to be like other students, to avoid the teacher who checks the bed at night, so that I can hide my phone.

Although Fortress High School does not deliberately prohibit the use of mobile phones, it is expressly forbidden to use them in normal classes, lunch break and after the lights are turned off at night.

It wasn't until later that Jiang Futing developed a habit of keeping his mobile phone in the pocket of his cotton clothes at any time.

Although he knew that there was no one, he still looked out very carefully, turned on the photo, flashed the flash for each shot, and then looked out the door.

It wasn't until all the names he had seen in the materials in the afternoon were photographed that he was relieved.

Jiang Futing looked at the time on his mobile phone, it was already half past eight in the evening, and the battery was still 60 percent.

This mobile phone was originally prepared to receive some more private information, and there was no phone card, and the network has been briefly connected through the hotspot of the original mobile phone.

He turned on the wifi in the vicinity to search, but there was no signal in this place.

Jiang Futing locked his eyebrows, where is this? Is there such a place in the hospital?

(End of chapter)