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The kick on the stomach woke up Dialect, she couldn't help humming, the severe pain came from her abdomen, making her convulse uncontrollably.

Mo Jiaxin's name woke up dialect from the numbness of pain in an instant like a thunderbolt.

Hearing the man's words, Fang Yan finally realized that he had been kidnapped, and the kidnapper was talking to Mo Jiaxin on the phone.

The male voice from above was hoarse and low, grinding the already fragile nerves of the dialect like sandpaper.

500 million?Insurance?What does it mean?How did Mo Jiaxin have so much money?

She had a terrible headache and her mind was clamoring to go on strike.

His eyes were covered with a black cloth, and Dialect could only prick up his ears and continue to listen.

The man sneered: "If you see it, you won't be able to see it. It's okay to listen to it."

Then, a big hand grabbed the rope on Fang Yan's chest, pulled her up from the cold floor, and threw her to the corner.

Fang Yan's head hit the wall, pulling on her original wound, causing her to gasp in pain.

He already had a splitting headache, and the rope on his body was strangling his bones.The rag stuck in her throat pressed against her throat, making her nauseous.

Before the dialect slowed down, the disgusting force came over.

Someone roughly took out the cloth from her mouth, and slapped her face with a big rough hand, "Speak!" Holding something with one hand, he stuck it to his ear.

Dialect flinched for a moment, and retched uncontrollably.

A familiar voice kept coming: "Dialect! Dialect!"

The extreme fear aroused the dark phobia in the dialect, coupled with the rags and the external stimulation of the kick just now, she followed Mo Jiaxin's call and even vomited stomach acid.

"Fuck!" The man dodged in disgust, "You heard me, she's so energetic!"

The dialect yelled, "Jiaxin!"

Mo Jiaxin said on the other end: "Let me have a word with her, just one word."

Zhao Liqiang said coldly: "I want to talk to your darling and bring me money. You have to call the police. We will kill your little baby and tell you all the things your father did. So you understand Come on, transfer the money to my account obediently."

"Jiaxin, I'm fine! Jiaxin!" Fang Yan was still yelling over there, and the man picked up a rag and stuffed it into her mouth. Fang Yan turned his face sideways to avoid it, and opened his mouth to bite his finger.

"Fuck!" After being bitten, Zhao Liqiang dropped his phone and slapped Fang Yan.

Dialect's head hit the wall and buzzed loudly, but he still yelled, "Tape, put some tape on it!"

Seeing her energy, Zhao Liqiang stopped.

"Bah!" Dialect spat out the cloth head that had just been stuffed in a little bit, "I'll have to spit it out again."

Zhao Liqiang was overjoyed. He pinched Fang Yan's chin, looked at half of her dirty face, and pouted her small mouth, "You little thing, you still bargain with me."

"Brother, I'm afraid of the dark. I can't even watch movies. I'll feel sick when I don't have any light. Please help me take off the blindfold. I won't look at you with my eyes closed." Fang Yan seized the opportunity to continue expressing his opinions.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Zhao Liqiang exerted a little more force, pinching Fang Yan's cheek sorely.

"I'm afraid. But it's too uncomfortable to vomit, big brother." Dialect struggled to spit out the sentence with the inflection from the pinched mouth.

Zhao Liqiang laughed happily. "You just used this small mouth to bite me," said Zhao Liqiang, stuffing his thick fingers into her mouth, pounding in dialect's mouth, having fun.

Dialect's chin was pinched, and he couldn't hide, and he couldn't close his mouth even if he wanted to bite his teeth. It just felt more disgusting.

At this moment, Zhao Liqiang's phone rang, and he took his hand out of Dialect's mouth, rubbed it on her body, and then grabbed the rag and stuffed it into Dialect's mouth involuntarily.

Dialect whined in protest.

"Hello?" The man slowly picked up the phone.

"We agreed not to harm the hostages." Wang Zhe also said slowly.

"Why do you look like a clairvoyant, and your mother told you?" The man suppressed his dissatisfaction.

"I don't need to do this. Since I found the place for you, I naturally have a way to know." Wang Zhe disagrees.

"When are you coming?" Zhao Liqiang asked.

"I'll wait until the sky is bright." Wang Zhe emphasized again: "Don't hurt her. If you hurt her and get the money, Mo Jiaxin won't just let it go."

"Hmph! I'm afraid of her?"

"We agreed." Wang Zhe said calmly, "Don't make unnecessary details."

The dialect listened quietly, and the meaning of the conversation should be accomplices.Appears to be the son of a man.

Her stomach rumbled to itself.She didn't even eat dinner yesterday, so she was kidnapped like this.The body has reached its limit, and every part is telling its own dissatisfaction.

The man hung up the phone and kicked the dialect lightly with his foot, "Hungry?" He said with great interest, "You're interesting, no wonder that little girl likes you so desperately."

Dialect was angry, and he said that it would be fine if she didn't like me. After liking me, I would be unlucky, with pain and hunger all over my body, and I would fall into the hands of a pervert.

She rolled her eyes, and remembered that she was wearing a blindfold, and no one could see it, so she might as well save some effort.

When Wang Zhe followed Mo Jiaxin into 1202, Tian Jun had already arrived. He was sitting at the table drinking coffee and eating sandwiches, as if he was the master of the room.

There were two breakfasts on the table, and it looked like they were bought by Tian Jun when he came.Jiaxin sat opposite Tian Jun, "Dialect has been kidnapped, I need your help."

Wang Zhe pretended to be surprised and asked: "Ah? When did it happen?" He observed Tian Jun while talking, and saw his calm face. It seemed that he had known it before, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Yesterday. I already told Tian Jun about the money, and I may need you, Xiao Zhe, to accompany me to find the dialect." Mo Jiaxin said flatly.

In fact, Mo Jiaxin didn't need to say it, Wang Zhe also knew that there was a daily limit for online banking transfers, and personal transfers could not transfer 500 million yuan at a time, but company accounts were different.So Mo Jiaxin will definitely ask Tian Jun for a turnaround.

"Jiaxin, tell me, what are you going to do?" Wang Zhe asked.

"This time we can't let the tiger go back to the mountain like last time, we have to pull out his teeth and claws one by one." Tian Jun put down his coffee, and uttered words that made people shiver with cold from his thin lips.

Wang Zhe asked, "What do you mean?"

Mo Jiaxin looked straight out of the window: "It means, since this person will never know how to repent, then he will be abolished."

Wang Zhe suddenly discovered that things were not as simple as he imagined.It's not something that you can get away with just taking the money. If it's just Zhao Liqiang, Wang Zhe doesn't think it's okay if he dies, but what about that woman and Tiantian.

"But you can't find him, what can you do?" Although Wang Zhe had already guessed the answer, he still grabbed his trouser leg with one hand and asked stiffly.

"Who says we can't find him? He's not alone. Although his wife and children may not be that important to him, they can be used as an argument." Tian Jun picked out the pickles from the sandwich and threw them on the plate , showing a charming smile.

Wang Zhe felt a burst of fear, and he stood up suddenly, "If you do this, won't he hurt Dialect?"

"Then what do you mean?" Mo Jiaxin turned her head to look at Wang Zhe.

"Sister, you don't want the money, so just give it to him, and he won't come to embarrass us anymore after he gets the money." Wang Zhe stood there holding his trouser leg with one hand, persuading him patiently.

Hearing Wang Zhe called sister, Tian Jun looked up at him. Although Tian Jun knew the relationship between Wang Zhe and Mo Jiaxin, it was the first time he heard him call Mo Jiaxin like this in person.

"Hmph!" Mo Jiaxin had a icy smile on his face, "He wants the money, can he afford it? You can give it to him, but you have to save half your life."

"Last time he ran fast, but this time it's not so easy." Tian Jun also said flatly, just like buying cabbage in the vegetable market.

Thinking that Tiantian and that woman would also be hurt, Wang Zhe clenched his fists.He needs to get this over with quickly.

"Okay, I see, just tell me what you need me to do." Wang Zhe said.

"Wait for the news first, I'll call you when the time comes." Mo Jiaxin nodded.

Wang Zhe had something on his mind, so he found an excuse to ask for a leave of absence from school, and hurried out.

Mo Jiaxin watched his leaving back, and said to Tian Jun: "Find someone to follow him. He has something to hide from me."

Tian Jun smiled, and pushed the breakfast in front of Mo Jiaxin, "Eat something, a hungry stomach will make your intelligence decline."

The dialect whose intelligence has dropped to the lowest point is accompanied by the sound of gurgling in the stomach, so he can only lean against the corner of the wall and fall asleep again.

She really hoped that all this was just a nightmare, and it would be over when she woke up from sleep.

Unfortunately, when she woke up, the pain in all parts of her body continued unabated, and even the feeling of nausea was not relieved by the passage of time.

The heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the man came again.

Dialect made a whining sound, wanting him to take the cloth down.

The man squatted down, admiring Dialect's embarrassed appearance, and took out the cloth from her mouth.

Fang Yan gasped for breath, trying to calm down the nausea in his heart.

The man said: "After an hour, she still hasn't sent the money. I don't have much patience."

"Brother, my family's network is not good, sometimes I tend to get disconnected, and her money may not be bound to online banking, so I have to wait for the bank to open." Fang Yan racked his brains to think of some reasons.

"Or she doesn't want to take money to redeem you?" The man offered another possibility.

Just as Fang Yan was about to speak, he pinched his chin and held his tongue, "I think it's better to cut off your special talking tongue and give it to her, so that she can give it to me quickly!"

The dialect is frightening, but now I am a ham sausage, and people say which section to cut.

She hummed for a long time.The man grabbed her tongue, but she couldn't speak the whole sentence, but the saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth.

I don't know what touched the man, he suddenly put his mouth on it frantically, bit the dialect's tongue, sucking and sucking.

A strong smell of smoke poured into Dialect's mouth, she was so nauseated that she was about to faint, she just wanted to greet someone, and quickly blocked herself with a rag.

The man was very interested, as if he was eating something delicious, he smacked his lips and made the sound of tsk tsk.

After eating a mouthful of drooling dialects, I prayed over and over again that this nightmare would pass quickly, why is it never over.

The man finally let go of the dialect. As soon as the dialect took a breath of fresh air, he couldn't help but let out a retching sound.

If someone interviews Dialect, what is it like to be kidnapped, and Dialect can only speak, it is simply too disgusting.It was so disgusting that she forgot what fear was.

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This chapter was rewritten, so it was delayed until today.

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