When he woke up, Wen Yihuan still didn't know where he was.

She looked up at the ceiling, which seemed to be a very rudimentary, unceilinged place, except for a dim light bulb hanging precariously above it, and the light was still flickering.

She was tied to a stool, and her hands and feet were tied with hemp rope that could only be found in the countryside, and she shook it a few times, and the knot must have been tied by an experienced person, and there was no sign of loosening.

"Anyone?" Wen Yihuan realized that he was not gagged, so he whispered softly. She had just gone to the woods next to the playground to look for a student, but she was somehow tied up to this very dark looking place.

It was supposed to be a storeroom, surrounded by concrete walls, with only the chair she was tied to, and the rest of the furniture. Judging from the environment, she should be a place to put miscellaneous items for the time being.

As her voice came out, it seemed as if someone was slowly pacing in from outside. She looked at the high-end looking leather shoes and slowly raised her head.

He was a man he had never met before, and unlike the delicately made black leather shoes, his appearance was obviously much rougher, and he was a burly man, but he was a short five-year-old man, with a wild air to his eyebrows and eyes, and lips as thick as stone-ground lids.

"Shut up, little girl, if you dare to scream, no one will know that Lao Tzu killed you in this wilderness!" He spoke in a low voice as if he had a bad cold.

Wen Yihuan had calmed down a little at this time, she neither struggled nor screamed, but looked at the person's face lightly and asked in a low voice, "What about Chen Ying?" The girl with a ponytail and a middle school uniform? Where is she? ”

She didn't want to believe that it was this person who kidnapped Chen Ying, but at least she had to ask.

"What Chen Ying?" The man let out a rough sneer, clasping his hands on his muscular chest, as if mocking Wen Yihuan's stupidity, "We tricked you into this place, of course we have to find an excuse." ”

"Oh? So, what exactly do you want to do? Wen Yihuan was really a little confused, she was just an ordinary Chinese teacher, she didn't have much money, and she wasn't stunning, so it was worth someone to take her from school to this warehouse.

"What if Lao Tzu says that he wants to kill you?" The man suddenly leaned over, and from the distance he suddenly approached, Wen Yihuan smelled the strong smell of tobacco coming from his nose. She craned her neck back, frowning involuntarily.

"You're not the mastermind."

Wen Yihuan looked at the man's face and suddenly whispered.

Before the man could answer, there was a sudden burst of applause outside the storeroom. Wen Yihuan looked sideways slightly, but it was difficult to see the scene outside the warehouse due to the rope.

"Boss!" The man seemed to have lost all his violance at once, and became like a pet, and ran to the door to meet him, only to see that the man who came was a man in a black suit, his face was delicate and delicate, like a girl who had read poetry and books, but he wore a pair of shining black-rimmed glasses, and his eyes were full of shrewd stars. He was really a handsome man, but when Wen Yihuan saw him, he felt a chill all around him, and the cold air was rampant.