The cleaner changed into a suit and was suddenly more handsome than Van der Waals himself, which was particularly unacceptable to the victim. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Then the kidnapper straightened the collar of his suit, tilted his head to look at Van der Waals and asked, "Do you have any allergies?" Have you ever had pulmonary edema? Halfway through the words, he said to himself: "It's better to get a desensitization injection, so as not to die quietly here and no one can save you...... I'm just a pure kidnapper, and I don't have any ambition to kill people for the time being. Muttering terrible words, he pulled out a slender syringe, pulled out the needle cap and flicked it, pushing out a few drops of water and approaching Van der Waals.

Van der Waals twitched in horror, his eyes almost rolling out of his sockets, shaking his head and shouting. He was now scared of the needles and felt a chill in his lower abdomen.

"It's for your own good, good, don't move." The cleaner coaxed him a few words, pushed him another needle, put away the syringe, and patted Van der Waals's blushing face with satisfaction, as if he was proud of his thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness. Then he pulled out Van der Waals's papers, money, and room card, and walked out quickly.

Van der Waals breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this bandit really followed the rules and did not kill him, which was really a blessing in misfortune. The next thing you have to do is wait for the real cleaner to come and clean the room and find him. Then he was free.

So when the Sven bandit reopened the door and flashed in, Van der Waals's three views were instantly shattered. When he saw the bandit's relaxed and joyful expression, his worldview suddenly faltered.

The bandit was holding a bouquet of blooming roses.

Van der Waals repented in despair and reflected: "Did I fall into the ambush of the? No, no, no, how is it possible, I've only soaked in girls, and I haven't molested! Absolutely not! What's going on in this country, it's terrible! Almighty Lord, save me! ”

Then the bandits looked at the frightened and desperate Van der Waals, put the suitcase at the base of the wall, and smiled heartily: "All the room service you want is ready for you!" I don't think you can go out and flirt tonight, but don't worry, I'm very reasonable and can basically meet all your requirements - except for getting laid, of course. I'm not going to sleep with you. The bandit repeated very seriously, emphasizing that he was not a casual person.

Van der Waals was so angry that he wanted to spit out the ball and curse.

The bandit was accustomed to the "wooing" protests and constant struggles of the victims, so he calmly put the large bouquet of roses into the vase, and took the items from the bag to the table as if no one was around: "I have bought you all the candles, the best red wine, and the set." I'll pour you two glasses of wine, sit there awake, and then set the candles out and light them one by one—this romantic evening will be exactly as you planned,"

Van der Waals writhed furiously.

The bandit poured the red wine into the decanter, turned his head to glance at the enraged victim, and comforted him lightly: "Well, there is no girl—but I am with you!" Let's face the reality, there are always unsatisfactory in life, there are too many young people who are struggling in the spring period but can only drink with the old man, you can take the opportunity to experience the thoughts and feelings of the majority of single young people. ”

Van der Waals struggled tired, gradually panting like a cow, and did not move his breath in amusement, but continued to insist on "whining", begging to relieve his mouth and negotiate with the bandits.

He believed that the bandits would negotiate with him, because the bandits were just putting up a shelf and pretending to be calm, as long as they were robbing the business, there were several fixed questions in their throats that were about to come out every minute: "Where is the bank card?" "What's the password?" "How much money do you have?"

As soon as the bandits began to communicate with him, Van der Waals was confident that he would solve the problem.

But the bandit was too calm, and not only did he ignore the noise made by Van der Waals, but he also studied with great interest the various paraphernalia that were specially supplied in the luxury love room. He raised his plush handcuffs and frowned at them, tried to wield a tasseled leather whip, and while studying, he turned his head and asked Van der Waals, "Do you like to play this set?" Is there really a girl who wants to be handcuffed and pumped by you? ”

Van der Waals was dumbfounded, and his heart was already dark: "Don't you just want money?" After picking my mouthball, let's talk about the ransom and the price! It's easy to say anything! What are you pretending to be high with me, don't lose your appetite, come and talk about the ransom! What I have is a euro, a euro, a pickling weapon, everyone loves the euro! ”

But the bandit looked around for a pen and paper, sat down at the small one-legged glass table beside Van der Waals, folded his legs and began to write, and asked casually as he wrote: "Does KLM check for absences?" I'll write you a leave of absence, lest the airline fine you - you're guilty enough, don't let you take the blame. ”

Then the bandit wrote a letter, and when he finished writing it, he gave Van der Waals a look, which immediately made him dumbfounded:

"Dear KLM Purser,

Your flight attendant, Van der Waals Zhao, is not responsible for this absence. In fact, during the 48 hours of his absence, he was illegally imprisoned in a hotel room by criminals, enduring boundless despair and long boredom, and believe me, this was by no means a vacation, but a torture. On the premise of his personal freedom, he was a qualified flight attendant, but unfortunately he was imprisoned for forty-eight hours, and as a victim, Mr. van der Waals was innocent, as the kidnappers hereby attest. I hope that your company will be impartial and will not pursue Mr. van der Waals's subsequent responsibility. ”

The date is written on the back, accurate to the hour.

When Van der Waals saw it, he was about to cry, and he looked down in frustration and thought, what the is going on, how can such a strange and unfortunate thing happen to me!

What the are these kidnappers! This country is really fierce! It's incomprehensible!

The kidnappers flipped through the certificate, deliberated on the wording for a long time, scribbled and corrected a few places, and asked Van der Waals several times, "Is it better to change it like this?" The kidnappers reluctantly revised the final draft, nervously copied it, folded the certificate and put it in Van der Waals's pocket, got up and drank in his pocket, and finally asked the decisive question:

"Mr. Van der Waals, KLM has a new direct flight to Israel, right? You fly directly to Israel, right? Boarding at 10:13 a.m. tomorrow, right? ”

Van der Waals broke down, and he nodded obediently, eager for the kidnappers to open up and reveal all the motives, ends, causes, and means in one breath. If he continues to be tortured like this, Van der Waals will be fried into a double-sided yellow omelette by curiosity and despair.

This series of affirmative nods satisfied the kidnapper's obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the Virgo kidnapper finally breathed a sigh of relief, settled down, and lay down on the bed, stopping chattering and falling into a contemplative silence.

Van der Waals was finally able to calm down, only to feel that it was wonderful to be silent, and his mood relaxed.

"You're in charge of economy class, right?" The kidnapper didn't have a head and didn't have a brain, and asked again.

Van der Waals wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself. His ears were almost cocooned by the kidnappers' stand-up comedy.

(To be continued.) )