When Fan Yanqiao woke up again, he was in a private house on the outskirts of the city.

The ondol in the house was burning hot, and the air was filled with a faint smell of fireworks, a little warm fragrance peculiar to firewood, and a little indescribable smell of dilapidation. In the center of the room was a dim light bulb, and in the dim light, a woman sat bent over the kang with the sole of a shoe.

The woman was not young from the side, she looked like she was forty or fifty years old, her hair was gray, and her fingers were swollen and deformed, probably because of years of work, so she had a little difficulty pinching the needle and thread.

Fan Yanqiao endured the fear in his heart and calmly looked at the room, the room was very simple, only a kang table covered with putty, and a large wooden box with red paint under the kang, the lacquer had peeled off due to the age or the dampness in the room, leaving only specks of paint on it The original yellow-green painted pattern could be faintly seen.

There was a chill in her shoulders, and she turned her head slightly, only to see a low windowsill next to her. When she looked out the window, she saw that there was already a thick layer of snow outside the glass, and it must have been raining for a long time.

She was thinking about where this place was and why she was kidnapped here, when the woman seemed to notice something, her body moved, and she turned her head to look at Fan Yanqiao, who took advantage of the fact that she hadn't turned back, hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The woman looked at her for a long time, and Fang slowly turned around and continued to pick up the soles of her shoes.

Fan Yanqiao didn't dare to open her eyes again, she breathed carefully, but heard a faint voice outside.

It was a man's voice, as if talking about the search in the city, and the tone was very flat, but his voice was a little hoarse, and there was a cough or two from time to time.

Although the voice was deliberately lowered, the more Fan Yanqiao listened to it, the more familiar it felt, as if she had heard it somewhere, but she couldn't recall it after recalling it for a long time.

She thought in horror, yes, there must be an acquaintance who is among the tractions, otherwise, no one will know her whereabouts, and it is impossible for Chen Chuang to dare to rob her under Chen Chuang's nose, if it weren't for the combination of the inside and the outside, it had been arranged in advance, with Xue Shao's wrist, how could these people have imprisoned her until now.

She was sifting through her mind who had kidnapped her here, when she suddenly heard the voice of the woman in front of the kang getting up.

She squinted her eyes slightly, but saw that the woman was bending down to fill the firewood in front of the kang, her hand stretched forward, lifted the iron kettle blackened by the soot, half of the rough wrist was exposed, dark gray like dead wood, and on the wrist of the green tendons, there was a bright red silk rope, on which there was a delicate knot at every distance, but it looked quite delicate, and it was very discordant with her hand.

Seeing this, Fan Yanqiao's heart suddenly sank, and she couldn't help but shudder, that red silk rope, she had clearly seen it on Ni'er's wrist!

Could it be Nier? Did Ni find someone to kidnap her? Thinking of this, Fan Yanqiao couldn't help but start to be afraid, if it was in her hands, with her temper, she would not be able to make herself feel better!

She was panicking about what to do next, when she suddenly heard an old hoarse voice ask in a low voice, "Are you awake?" ”

Fan Yanqiao opened her eyes suddenly, but saw the woman staggering to the kang, and the face of a poor woman was enlarged in front of her eyes.

Her eyes were cloudy, with a sad and helpless look peculiar to poor people, but under that grief and helplessness there seemed to be deep hatred and strange satisfaction.

Fan Yanqiao stretched out her hand and lifted the quilt, leaned towards the windowsill suddenly, she stared at her, and whispered, "Who are you!" ”

The conversation outside suddenly stopped.

The old woman seemed to be startled by her, and a look of panic appeared on her face, which was the way to school, in the car, and often on the faces of the coachmen and vendors who were bullied by the Japanese, it was a kind of poor man's instinctive fear of power.

But in an instant, her eyes suddenly became vicious.

She stretched out a withered hand to lift the quilt on Fan Yanqiao's legs, then raised her legs and climbed onto the edge of the kang, staring at Fan Yanqiao with cloudy eyes and said with a resentful expression: "Are you the one who forced my Ni'er to death?" I'm good, well-behaved Ni'er, I'm going to let you die for life! Isn't it? ”

"What...... What the? Fan Yanqiao looked at her incredulously, her eyes widened instantly, "What did you say?" Ni'er is dead? ”

Tears rolled into the woman's eyes in the next second, and a painful expression appeared on her shriveled face, and she murmured, "Dead, dead, dead in a few days after returning...... I couldn't even eat my saliva, and I screamed in pain...... When he died, it hurt so much that he scratched holes along the kang edge...... This is it...... Here......"

She reached out and rubbed the kang along the wood, like a thorn that had been scratched by a cat's claw.

Fan Yanqiao's face suddenly turned dead, she never dreamed that Ni'er would die because of her, and she would die like that?

"You're happy! Rejoice! You see that you can't be angry with Da Shao Pet Ni'er, so you used such a means to deliberately say that she stole your things, and then you killed her alive! You're happy! How could Neon steal from you! How could my Ni'er! ”

The woman's expression suddenly became irritable, she stretched out her hand and held Fan Yanqiao's arm hard, gritted her teeth and pulled her hair, and screamed in her mouth: "You pay me back!" You give me back! Give it back! Give her back to me! ”

The woman was as powerful as an ox, Fan Yanqiao was dizzy by her, and her face had already been scratched by her nails a few times, and it hurt hotly.

She endured the pain, shrank back hard, and kicked the woman hard in the stomach, and the woman was taken by surprise and fell to the kang by her kick, and screamed miserably.

The rudimentary wooden door of the room was slammed open, and a man in a black tweed coat rushed in.

He glanced at Fan Yanqiao, who was shrinking by the windowsill with a snow-white face and gasping for breath, and then at the woman who was struggling in pain under the kang, his face sank, he reached out to help the woman up, and whispered to the woman who followed behind him: "Take her to your house first!" ”

Fan Yanqiao's whole body couldn't stop trembling, but she recognized at a glance that this man and woman were clearly the young couple in the clothing store, and the woman was the one who stunned her with a drugged handkerchief.