Two hours later, Wen Xili drove to the Golden Beach Pier.

Several tall European and American men in jackets stood on the shore when they saw the black Bentley stop and walk over from the dock.

"Mr. Wen," they called him in English, "the yacht is ready, and the police station will be in half an hour." ”

Wen Xili stood on the shore and looked up at the pitch-black sea level in the distance, the night was dark and the wind was high, the cold sea breeze rolled up the corners of his clothes, the man's cold eyes looked in the direction of the island, and the cigarette between his fingers was blown out by the sea breeze. After a moment, he extinguished the cigarette, threw it on the ground, and said, "Let's go first, don't wait." ”

It's been almost four days, and I don't know how ginger wine is now, and I don't know if she's on that island now.

All he knew was that he couldn't afford to wait a minute.

*

On the shoreline, a golden glow peeks out from beneath the sea level. It's like a golden sun hidden on the dark sea.

In an instant, half of the coast was dyed burgundy, and the water seemed to turn into some kind of transparent creature, and the waves rendered the light into the distance.

Ling Zihan stood by the window, looked at the morning sun for a while, then turned around, walked slowly towards the door of a bedroom.

He stood in the doorway, looked down at the time, and when the second hand was just past twelve, he reached out and pushed the door open.

The bedroom was still dull, the curtains were tightly closed, and no light came in, hiding the secrets of the room.

Ling Zihan walked over, turned on the light, walked to the head of the bed, poured a glass of water into the transparent glass, and then said softly to the person curled up on the bed: "Mr. Jiang, get up and drink saliva." ”

The man who was slumped on the bed heard the voice and trembled slightly.

Her whole body seemed to have been fished out of the water, the clothes on her body had been soaked with sweat, and the strands of hair stuck to her face one by one, because of the serious dehydration, her lips were chapped and pale, and overnight, she even seemed to have lost more than a dozen pounds, and the whole person dried up.

Hearing Ling Zihan's voice, Jiang Jiu slowly opened her eyes, immersed in pain for so long that she couldn't even tell the difference between his voice and Wen Xili's voice, only knowing that once there was a sound in the room, the current added to her would take her into the abyss of pain.

Before she could come to her senses, her flesh had begun to tremble one step ahead of her, and she slowly retreated until she reached the corner, and then she gritted her teeth and looked up from her long unkempt and damp hair to look at the man standing by the bed.

Shed too many tears, she even felt that her eyesight began to decline, Ling Zihan's face could not be seen in the dim light and shadow, everything was covered with a layer of illusory mist.

"Get out."

Her voice was hoarse and she couldn't speak at all, only the sound of breath.

Ling Zihan stood beside the bed, well-dressed, looking at her embarrassment. He whispered: "Mr. Jiang, it's not dawn yet." If you don't drink water, you won't be able to hold on. ”

Jiang Jiu trembled uncontrollably, and her slight tremor led the chains on her body, making a slight cracking sound in the room.

Ever since she was locked here by him, she had to endure an hour-long electric shock every fifteen minutes, and no matter how much she struggled, the electrodes couldn't come off her, and she had to survive the whole hour!