Beichenxiao held the watch and felt a throbbing pain in his heart, as if someone had hit it with a whip. When the whip went down, there was a deep blood mark.
"Get in the car." Beichenxiao's sad eyes quickly returned to gloominess, and he strode towards his car.
Lei Xiang followed closely, "Young Master, I have sent people to find places where this road can go."
One road can lead to the next, and there will always be branches and forks. It is difficult to determine which one of them it is in a short time.
"No need to check the ones leading into the city, check those going out of the city."
Since these people wanted to kidnap his women and children, they would not be stupid enough to act arrogantly on his territory. They would definitely choose a place farther away to hide them.
"Bring all the people who had contact with her today back to my villa. I want to question them one by one."
If you want to find someone, you must seize every clue.
"Yes, I'll go right away."
Lei Xiang drove away in the car, while Bei Chenxiao sat in the car and looked at the hazy outline of the mountains in the distance. At his fingertips, the smoke burned to the end, and the spark gradually dimmed and turned into ashes.
Wen Tong, can I find you?
Tell me, where are you, I'm worried, you know?
Wen Tong huddled in the corner, her head feeling dizzy. The boat traveled for a long time, as long as a century.
She didn't dare to sleep, she was afraid that once she fell asleep she would never be able to go back.
"Mom." In the dim light, Ding Ding raised his eyes to look at her. The light in his pupils was like a burning flame.
The child didn't cry or fuss, and he knew that none of this was normal, but he saw Wen Tong's haggard look, and a small hand gently held her delicate hand.
Wen Tong tried her best to smile and pressed her dry cheek against her son's face.
"Mom, where is this?"
"On board."
"Where are we going by boat? Going abroad?"
Going abroad?
Wen Tong suddenly woke up. Bincheng is a coastal city. There is a large sea area that belongs to the high seas. It is surrounded by several countries across the sea, including country F, a country rich in du products. A large amount of du is exported every year.
Drugs, and these big drug lords have troops under their command. Even the government has nothing to do with them. In order to meet the survival needs of these soldiers, many countries sell women to country F.
The ship she got on wasn't going to country F, was it?
Looking around at the women lying or sitting around, she confirmed her suspicion that those people sold her and Ding Ding to human traffickers.
As soon as this idea came up, Wen Tong suddenly felt a chill. If she was really sold to country F, you can imagine the fate that awaits her in the future.
Who on earth has such a deep hatred for her?
Wen Tong closed her eyes, hugged her son tighter, and whispered: "Yes, we are going abroad."
Faced with an unknown fate and boundless fear, she had no choice but to work hard to be calm and strong.
"Why are there children?" An older woman sitting next to her looked over after hearing Ding Ding speak. Her dull eyes barely gained a glimmer of light when they touched Ding Ding's little face, "How old are you?"
Ding Ding answered crisply, "Five years old."
The child still didn't know what he was about to face, and there was a hint of fear in his voice, but he couldn't hide his childish voice.
The woman said: "How pitiful."
Wen Tong felt that this woman knew something, so she walked over and asked, "Do you know where we are going?"
"Where else can I go? Of course it's country F, where I can be sold as a soldier."
"Military? Mom, what is that?" Ding Ding immediately asked in confusion.
This was a new word he had never heard before.
Wen Tong said hurriedly: "It's nothing."
His face darkened. This ship was really going to country F, and its future was even more uncertain.
At this time, the ship suddenly bumped a few times, and Wen Tong immediately hugged Ding Ding.
Something rolled in the room, the bag opened, and green fruits spilled all over the floor.
After not eating for a day, everyone here is hungry, and everyone is scrambling to grab the fruits.
Tintin also caught a few and played with them in his hands.
"Don't eat it." The woman stopped her, "This is an astringent fruit. It is used as a condiment to improve the taste of drugs. If a person eats it, his hands and face will swell, making him look less like a human being and less like a ghost. We all
Call it the disfigurement fruit."
"It's so scary." Ding Ding pretended to throw it away.
The woman said: "It's okay, it's not dangerous to hold it."
Wen Tong also took two over and looked at them carefully.
This fruit doesn't look very strange, but I didn't expect it to have such a terrifying name.
"How do you know so much?" Wen Tong was very curious about the woman's experience.
The woman leaned against the wall, looking at the constantly shaking ceiling with dull eyes, "My sister was sold to country F. She escaped, but she can no longer be called a woman..."
She looked at Ding Ding with a faint gaze. There were children here. There were some words that she couldn't say, but Wen Tong understood.
In a place like that, filled with wolf-like warriors and drug lords, there is no need to guess what kind of fate a woman will end up with.
Wen Tong's hands and feet were cold, and she sat helplessly on the cold ground.
She could bear it, at worst, she would die, but what about Ding Ding? What should Ding Ding do? He is only five years old and he has not yet enjoyed his great life. She cannot watch him suffer with her.
"Mom." Ding Ding lay in her arms and said seriously: "I will be with you. I promised dad that I will protect you."
He still doesn't know the danger they are about to face, he still doesn't know the fate that awaits them ahead, the child naively just wants to protect her.
Tears fell without warning, hitting the back of her hands drop by drop, like sulfuric acid, corroding countless wounds on her heart.
Beichenxiao, save me!
The hall was full of people, all civilians who had come into contact with Wen Tong during the day. Under the gaze of many bodyguards, everyone stood there tremblingly, not daring to raise their heads or take a breath.
The ground was a mess.
Bei Chenxiao was sitting on the sofa, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, giving off a cold and dangerous feeling.
It was the first time for everyone here to see him in person. A few women even forgot their fear and secretly felt infatuated with him. He was indeed much more handsome in person than in newspapers and magazines, and he was full of masculinity.
Widowmaker glanced at these people one by one, and suddenly felt that something was missing.
After careful identification, she suddenly said: "Young Master, there is one person missing."
Bei Chenxiao turned to look at her, and it was not difficult to see a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"There has been a woman staying with Miss Wen for the past two days. They also went to the supermarket together this morning, but this woman was not among them."
"woman?"
"She is about fifty years old. I heard Miss Wen call her Aunt Fang."