Even if the throat is broken, then what's going on with this door? Ai Qingshi threw himself at the door again and began to continue his slamming behavior.

His eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he shouted silently: Someone! Help me!

But there was still no one to save him, obviously people could be heard outside the door from time to time, talking and walking, but no one made any response to Ai Qingshi's slamming of the door, this is really weird, are the people passing by at the door deaf? The answer, of course, is no.

The door was also very strange, Ai Qingshi smashed and kicked desperately, kicking his own hands and feet in pain, but this ordinary wooden door with dark lines did not even scratch a little skin, and it did not move at all, this door was like an unbreakable prison door.

Until Ai Qingshi was exhausted and exhausted, he fell on the bed in a daze, looking at everything in the room that could be seen at a glance, and he couldn't figure out what kind of situation he was in, until he fell asleep unconsciously.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark outside, and it was already dark early in winter, and the house was also dark, and the smell of food wafted into his nose, attracting his sense of smell to wake him up.

He got up and turned on the light, and there was another hot meal on the table, and if there was no one else in the room, and no one heard his cry for help, how did it get it? This proves that someone knows his needs, but does not want to starve him, but does not want to let him out, this person is naturally the one who imprisons him, but he does not know how this person enters and exits the room, and there may be a secret door.

It's a terrifying question, who wants to imprison him, and for what purpose?

Ai Qingshi began to feel chills all over his body. What exactly happened to him? Who imprisoned him in his room and delivered food on time, but he did not know who it was.

"Who is it?" He screamed silently, his eyes glancing around in despair, at least death would have let him know what was going on, he had done some heinous and bad thing, and he was to be treated like a prison sentence.

No one responded to him, everything seemed to be his own speculation, and no one answered at all.

Of course, there was no mirror in the room, and if he could see his face, he would faint in surprise.

However, Ai Qingshi was fully concerned about how he was here, how he should escape, and not paying attention to other things.

Of course, the food still has to be eaten, and only when he is full can he have the strength to escape from here, and the food tastes still delicious, and his family has been teaching him since he was a child: it is shameful to waste food.

Although he was thinking about pouring the food and then asking for it to be re-delivered to see who was delivering it to him, what if someone didn't deliver it? He had to go hungry, so the plan failed.

The so-called secret door lifted his spirits, and he seemed to see hope, but he carefully searched every corner of the wall in the house, knocked it with his hands, and put his ear to the wall to listen, trying to find a possible hollow wall, where there must be another exit.

However, he seemed to have wasted a lot of effort and didn't notice anything at all, which made him super discouraged.

When he was hungrier, he continued to eat, and when he was full, he lay in bed and watched TV, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, his ears catching any unusual movement that might have come from the house, but no.

There were all kinds of car noises, men and women talking, and children crying on the road outside the window, but none of them had anything to do with him, because Ai Qingshi couldn't make a sound and couldn't attract the attention of others.

Although he felt like he was in the human world, he was isolated and had no connection with the outside world.

The night slipped away in such a suspicious way.

When Ai Qingshi was helpless and helpless to count the time on TV, when he was bored, it was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and no one sent breakfast, he woke up early, curled up and didn't move, pretending to be asleep, to see who would bring him breakfast.

He waited for a long time, only the sound of the TV was accompanied by him in the house, no one delivered food, he was very hungry Okay, he was waiting for the person who delivered breakfast to appear, but no.

No miracle happened, it seemed that someone wanted to starve him to death, let him die alone in this unattended room, Ai Qingshi felt for a moment that he was really more miserable than the people in "Les Miserables".

Then staring at the time on the TV, Ai Qingshi began to pray for the arrival of lunch, but he didn't wait, but waited for the sound of a random knock outside the door: "Is anyone there?" I opened the door when I was there. ”

Ai Qingshi almost rushed over and twisted the handle inside the door desperately, the heavens and the earth, finally someone found out that he was missing and came to save him? It must be that God pities him for his youth and can't bear to see him die young. So there is a savior.

It's very strange, the doorknob opens with a twist, it seems that the door is not broken, and the lock is not broken, which makes Ai Qingshi simply overjoyed, he had struggled to toss the door for a day and could not open it, and now it opened with a miraculous pull, and there were two uniformed policemen standing at the door, as well as the innkeeper and a waiter, each looking at him with different expressions, as if he was a wanted criminal on the run.

Ai Qingshi was furious by them, and he didn't know what was wrong, but how lucky, at least he came out of the cell of this prison, which made him smile happily.

The innkeeper took the thick paper register and checked the record on it: "Room 402, registrant Yang Minghua." ”

"Your name is Yang Minghua?" A policeman asked him seriously, and another policeman had flashed into the room to see if there was anything unusual inside, such as knives that would cause suicide, sleeping pill bottles, etc., because his family reported that he might commit suicide, otherwise why did this person hide in this hostel room and remain missing?

Ai Qingshi was stunned, this name seemed to be a little familiar, and I didn't know where I had heard it, but he was not called Yang Minghua, okay.

He sneered: "My name is Ai Qingshi." As soon as he spoke, he was stunned, he recovered, he was able to speak, he wanted to laugh and dance, this was too strange, after one night, he was suddenly able to speak normally, originally he thought that dumb mouth would become a defect in his life.

"Huh?" The innkeeper didn't seem to be able to figure it out, looked at the house number hanging on the door, and then looked at the name of the person registered in the registration book in his hand, and looked at the waiter next to him questioningly: "Is it him?" ”

"It's him, his name is Yang Minghua." The waiter pointed out that the day before yesterday, she introduced this Yang Minghua from downstairs into this room, and the guest of this room was called Yang Minghua.

The policeman frowned, and the policeman who had come out of the room shook his head at him, signaling that nothing unusual had been found in the room.

Confirming that the person in front of him was Yang Minghua, who the informant was looking for, and there was no accident or abnormal behavior such as suicide and medication in the house, the policeman cleared his throat: "That's the case, your family reported that you are missing." ”

This is a lie about the military situation, it is simply a waste of police force, this person is obviously hiding in this room 402 of this hotel opposite the hospital, God knows what he is doing here, I don't understand why his family called the police to say that he is missing and that he may commit suicide.

"Missing?" Ai Qingshi couldn't come back to his senses for a moment, he didn't disappear Okay, thinking of the day he was imprisoned, Ai Qingshi gradually became a little indignant.

"I was imprisoned, and I couldn't get out for a day yesterday. The door couldn't be opened, and I couldn't speak, and I couldn't call for help. ”

"What?" The innkeeper looked confused, looked at the waiter again, and then glared at Ai Qingshi angrily: "Are you sick?" Who's going to imprison you? The door won't open, how did you open it now? "The door was indeed opened by Ai Qingshi himself, is this guest talking nonsense with his eyes open, and wants to blackmail them for the hotel?

The policeman also seemed taken aback: "Captivity? ”

Another policeman couldn't help but ask Ai Qingshi: "Who imprisoned you?" ”

"I don't know." Ai Qingshi still said angrily.

The two policemen glanced at each other, but decided to take the guest downstairs first and identify his family, because this person named Yang Minghua looked normal, but his behavior was a little abnormal.

In the hospital's security office, Lin Xiaoying and Yang Mingfeng couldn't sit down at all, looking anxious and irritable, the hospital security staff poured a cup of hot tea for each of them, and a police car was quietly parked there outside the window, proving that the police had confirmed through the surveillance video at the hospital gate that Yang Minghua went across the road from the hospital the night before his disappearance, and the two police officers went to the shops opposite to investigate.

On the dark brown leather chair on the other side sat the restless Ai Mushi and Ai Mu, because of the disappearance of Tar, Yang Mingfeng identified them as related, and roughly described why his brother came to Renfeng from Xinyuan, but he didn't mention the money, for fear that Lin Xiaoying would be even more fried, because the money was borrowed by his brother.

Lin Xiaoying, who heard about this for the first time, was completely stunned, and threw a resentful look at Ai Mushi from time to time, this girl is far worse than that Luo Tianyu's appearance, how could her husband fall in love with this woman, and he ran from Xinyuan to Renfeng to curry favor, and what is even more bizarre is that now the person is still missing.

Another policeman who was in charge of registering the incident had completed the registration, and was sitting in a rotating chair behind the desk in the room, drinking tea with a stainless steel cup with a dark green shell in his hand, while quietly scanning the people involved, out of professional habit, not to express an opinion, just to prevent them from fighting.

However, fortunately, there was no physical altercation between the two sides.