Meng Chuan'er has already cut out 6 bars on the wall. The sunrise and sunset can only be glimpsed through the tiny gaps in the broken wooden door.

On the morning of the third day, she finally got her wish.

"Susicha, I can drink water and eat. Please hurry up and give me some water. Thank you. Meng Chuan'er felt that she was testing back and forth on the verge of dizziness and coma every day.

If it weren't for the previous physical foundation, it is estimated that he would have returned to his hometown by this time and died in Huangquan. If this fart that can save everything is a little late, then Meng Chuan'er will inevitably become dehydrated.

Susanna clearly had some medical knowledge, and she would often ask Susicha and Dehara to apply some water to Meng Chuan'er's forehead and lips, which was better than nothing in this situation.

Susicha asked, "Are you sure you can drink water and eat? If you die, our loss will be great." ”

Meng Chuan'er really wanted to scare him to death: "Believe me, Susicha, if I die, you will only make less money, and I will definitely not joke with my life." ”

Su Xicha brought Meng Chuan'er an enamel jar, and the water in the jar had a thick layer of scale, like the mud accumulated in the house that had fallen into disrepair.

But there is no choice, it is too thirsty. Meng Chuan'er swallowed the water in a big gulp, coughing because she drank it too quickly, and the cough involved the wound, causing protest in the abdomen, and now she can't take much care of it.

When I was a child, I read advertisements saying that water is the source of life. Nothing better understands the meaning of this phrase than now. Meng Chuan'er hadn't seen the source of life for so long that she felt that she could swallow the rivers, lakes and seas: "Give me some more water, Suxicha." ”

After finally drinking enough, Dehara handed Meng Chuan'er two boxes of biscuits, a box of chocolate-flavored ones and a box of mango-flavored ones.

Suzanne frowned, "Is there anything that's easy to digest, like porridge?"

Dehara shrugged his shoulders: "Mi woman, I advise you to keep your mouth shut, you know as well as I do what is here." ”

Meng Chuan'er waved her hand, she really didn't have the strength to talk back, stared at the cartoon villain on the biscuit, and chose a more cute one to start eating.

She imagined cookie scraps being chewed between her lips and teeth, and then thought of herself being trapped in this dark place not knowing when she would be able to brush her teeth, and maybe the sweets would give her cavities.

Meng Chuan'er shuddered, and the fear of being dominated by a dentist when she was a child came to her mind. But her mouth didn't stop, and she was still desperately eating cookies.

She imagines the wound as a demon who wants to defeat her, and if she eats and drinks more, she can turn defeat into victory. So Meng Chuan'er even chewed things with a vicious energy.

Then I began to miss the roast duck, the roast duck that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant and oily. The duck skin was stained with sugar, and the moment the teeth hit it, the fragrance overflowed.

Duck cake as thin as a cicada's wings, rolled with shredded shallots, cucumber strips, small cantaloupe strips, and smeared with sweet noodle sauce.

With this craving for roast duck, you can eat two more biscuits.

Suzanne looked at the other side and said pitifully to Dehara, "Please give me some biscuits, you haven't given me anything to eat today." ”

Dehara said nonchalantly, "Why doesn't your God give you food, you can pray to him, and maybe you will have food." ”

Hearing this, Meng Chuan'er secretly hid the remaining three biscuits behind her, and then said, "Give me the other box too, I haven't eaten enough." Susicha threw back another box of biscuits as well.

"Why don't you eat it?" asked Dehara.

Little bubbles began to bubble up in the stomach, and the poor wounded stomach, which had not seen food or water for a long time, grunted in protest by the late reassurance of its master.

It tastes like traditional agave with salt from the tiger's mouth and lemon slices on your index finger. In such a difficult time in life, there is also such a short-term happiness that has been lost and regained.

So the love of food is really the core of a person's optimism.

But at this moment, Meng Chuan'er stopped eating, but she had to answer Dehara's words, because Dehala has AK, which has nothing to do with the cult of power, and has to do with saving her life: "Because I don't want to go to the toilet all the time." Put it here first, and I'll eat it when I'm hungry. It saves you the effort to take it back and forth. ”

With that, she winked at Suzanne slyly, and the clever girl instantly understood, and no longer cared about what Dehara wanted to eat.

Dehara and Susicha always spend the night guarding them every other day, and the third day should be Dehara. This thing can't wake up when it sleeps and thunders.

So whenever he was on duty, Ku'er and Suzanne would carefully convey information and feelings with the sound of snoring. Cookies can be used as a pass for tonight.

Meng Chuan'er had already succumbed to the act of going to the toilet - not as uncomfortable as she imagined, but the silver metal bucket was not cleaned, and it really smelled bad. So Meng Chuan'er wants to reduce the number of toilet trips as much as possible.

This is the last stubbornness of Meng Chuan'er-style prisoners.

Today is the sixth day. Meng Chuan'er's physical strength was recovering as soon as possible, and she already felt that she could actually walk around on the ground - the kidnappers had not tied her yet.

But she insisted on lying down, not only because she didn't want her kidnappers to pay too much attention to her, but also because she found that her knee was so painful that she couldn't even bend it. This pain can sometimes interfere with sleep.

A few days ago, the pain in her abdomen was too intense, and Meng Chuan'er thought that the pain all over her body was related to the wound, and the pain in her abdomen was gradually weakening.

It is no longer a sharp pain in every organ in the abdominal cavity, but the pain in the knee is becoming more pronounced.

Meng tried to get a chance to seek medical treatment for herself, but it was clear that Susicha and Dehara were not willing to make a fuss.

The guard at the door kicked the door, and Meng and Suzanne were used to telling Susicha or Dehara to go out, maybe because of their communication with the government, maybe to provide water and food or something.

Every time the door was opened during the day, a strong light would shine in with the creaking sound of the broken wooden door. There is also the fresh air wrapped in the cold of wind and snow.

Suzanne and Meng Chuan'er would inhale and exhale every time they opened the door, and then after being illuminated by a strong light, they desperately opened their eyes after briefly closing them, and looked at the sun outside.

This kind of behavior will make people feel that they are still alive, and what a luxury and how rare it is to be alive.

Meng Kuan often thinks about home, his country, his country, his country where he can go out to dinner with friends at night, eat barbecue and drink beer at street food stalls, and then he can go home by himself.

Your country doesn't have to worry about someone pointing a gun at you, someone blowing you up with a shell, and you don't have to worry about being kidnapped at any time while walking on the street.

She misses Chinese food, and even if someone is willing to make her an egg and tomato and a bowl of millet porridge at this time, she will feel that this person is simply a reborn parent.

It's been 6 days, Meng Chuan'er misses her parents very much, and she is very worried that her parents will not be able to hold on if they don't get news of her. Especially her mother who was crying in the wind.

No...... She comforted herself. Dad is an old public security officer, and Mom has been in business for many years, although the scale is not large, but starting from scratch can be regarded as broad-minded.

Parents know this daughter, they will definitely understand her strong courage and tenacious vitality like a dog's tail grass, and they will also believe that even if there is a glimmer of life, she will struggle out of the crisis.

But she knew that no matter how much she believed it, her parents' hearts must be like being fried repeatedly in an oil pot, and Meng Chuan'er felt heartache when she thought of this.

The "!!!!" sunlight burst in again, and instead of pushing the door in as usual, Dehara kicked open the broken wooden door with his foot, and the door shook violently in a wavy shape, as if it was about to fall apart. Bounced to the wall and closed with inertia.

Susicha, Meng Chuan'er, and Suzanne were all shocked. With a look of rage on her face, Dehara walked in with an AK in her hand and went straight to Susanna.

He held a pistol in his right hand, and the scimitar-like magazine was in front of his right hand. With his left hand, Dehara pulled the bolt back on the bolt frame, causing the bolt to bounce back to the bolt.

Kicking the door, walking, and pulling the bolt were done almost in 3 seconds, so fast that everyone didn't have time to react. Only a crisp "click" sound was heard, announcing to the three people in the room that the gun was loaded.

Susicha had a long mouth, and Suzanne was tied there, her blue eyes widening but she was afraid that the shouting would give Dehara some kind of stimulation and make him pull the trigger.

She involuntarily trembled like chaff, her eyes were full of infinite pity, and she wanted to cry: "Dehara...... Please...... I can give you whatever you want...... Please......"

Meng Chuan'er's stomach tightened, as if the wound was hurting again. Her adrenal hormones began to soar - as her heart beat so fast that it became difficult to breathe in an instant, as if she was about to lose her breath.

Dehara's expression was fierce and violent, and Meng Chuan'er was particularly afraid that Susanna's brain would collapse in the next second, and it was estimated that Dehara's face would be splashed all over her face.

"Die!! a woman of the United States!!Your bullshit country has given up on you!!You are useless!!"

It's not the same as when she was held at gunpoint in Taliban, where she had a semi-certain feeling that they would listen to you and wouldn't shoot you.

And at this moment, she really felt that Dehara would pull the trigger, Dehara was more like a rabies-stricken mad dog, with no logic or reason at all.

Meng Kuan'er's brain spun rapidly in a ten-thousandth of a second, why did it change like this when she went out of the door? The United States government did not agree to their demand? The United States government directly said that it would kill Suzanne or not? The United States government threatened this terrorist organization with force? The United States government injured Dehara's relatives during the fighting......

Thousands of thoughts came flooding up at once. Meng Chuan'er scrambled her thoughts over and over again, holding back the sharp pain in her knees, and slowly stood up from the ground with her hands raised in the air, avoiding any sudden and large movements—she tried to distract Dehara by distracting herself.

In this small space, Meng Chuan'er was the only one moving, Suzanne was holding her breath and pleading, Susicha didn't react at all, her mouth was open and she was still, and Dehara's loaded gun was frozen one meter in front of Susanna's head.

Sure enough, Meng Chuan'er's actions attracted the attention of Dehara in a rage, and he immediately pointed his gun at Meng Chuan'er: "You must not move!