Wife-loving maniac is online

The words were divided into two parts, and Zimo, who was lying in the back row of the car, was awakened from boredom.Feeling his stomach churning, he got up from his seat, covered his mouth with his hands, and kept patting on the car window.

I always thought that there was no one behind, but now a sudden appearance surprised the driver, but he seemed to be in pain and anxious, so he hurriedly parked the car aside.Zimo vomited as soon as he got out of the car. The old driver patted the passenger on the co-pilot, "Is your friend motion sick or not feeling well? Why don't you go and see?"

However, the passenger in the passenger seat was also dazed. He suddenly saw someone behind him and thought he was hitchhiking. "Dude, I don't know him! Isn't he a carpooler?"

ah?When did that little boy get on the bus?The old driver had no choice but to see him vomit so badly and felt distressed, so he took the mineral water in the car and walked over.

He almost vomited out all the food he ate on the plane, and Zimo felt he could continue to live panting.There was someone delivering water next to him, but he didn't even look at it, just opened it and poured water into it to rinse his mouth, but there was a voice next to him saying something he didn't understand!

"Boy! Where are you going? Are you on the way? If you get on the wrong bus, you can take a taxi from here and go back. Maybe it's too late to go now!"

ha?What are you talking about?Patting his forehead with clear water, Zimo turned his head to look at the person behind him. At first he thought it was the staff he had brought, but upon closer inspection, this person turned out to be a foreigner.Of course, there is nothing strange about this. I have already come abroad. It would be strange if there are Chinese people everywhere here.

Not understanding what he said, Zimo ignored him and sat on the spot rubbing his dizzy head. The fresh air outside made his motion sickness symptoms a lot better.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old driver stayed here again, and the passengers in the car kept urging him, so he hesitated and ran over, anyway, work is the most important thing.

Seeing that he started the car without saying a word, Zimo thought it was the bastard Bai Ye who couldn't wait, and hurriedly followed.But the passenger sitting on the co-pilot is a strange foreigner!Zimo was stunned for a moment, bent over and looked at the back row, but there was no one there. Looking at the surrounding area, the cold wind whizzed by on the wide street, which was extremely desolate.

where is this?

Seeing him dumbfounded, the person on the co-pilot probably guessed what was going on, and seeing that he was Chinese, he might not understand Italian, so he told him in English, "Son, you may Got on the wrong bus, call your buddies quickly, don't let them worry."

After the man finished speaking, before Zimo could react, he urged the old driver to drive away.

What?Got on the wrong car?Zimo was a little stunned. Looking around, the road in front of him was endless. It was a two-way lane with four lanes. Except for the occasional speeding vehicles, there was no pedestrian at all on the road.And behind him was a pitch-black sea, and occasionally the sound of waves beating against sleep could be heard.

On the other side of the road, there are houses with pointed roofs, brightly lit and bustling inside, and the dark and desolate side of the road is simply heaven and hell.

On the side of the wide road, he was the only one standing blankly, as if he had arrived at an uninhabited island.In Zimo's heart, millions of grass mud horses are galloping.What the hell is this place?What about people?Why did you leave me alone?Bai Ye, you bastard, do you really want to sell me here?

Looking at my current situation, in a foreign country, unfamiliar with the place of life, unaccompanied, cold and windy, the feeling of heartbreak has never been so strong.

"Why on earth did I come here with him? Mom, do you cheat on my son? Bai Ye, you bastard, come out!" Zimo yelled frantically, but there was not even a ghost here. .Holding his hungry belly in both hands, he is now like a beggar, squatting on the side of the road, tears are about to flow.

I have no money and I am hungry, what should I do? It’s late at night, do you want me to sleep on the street like a homeless man?Woooooo~~~~! help me!Who can help me!

After squatting for a while, seeing that the time was getting later and later, the wind at the seaside was extremely cold at night, and Zimo didn't dare to stay on the deserted road.I heard that many perverts in foreign countries will come out at night to catch young people and sell them as slaves, or do some terrible things, and the rest of their lives will be over...

I don't want to die now!

Resolutely pouring himself a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, Zimo stood up and patted his face to make himself look more energetic. At this time, he should ask the policeman Shushu for help.

Crossing the wide road, Zimo came to the inside of the street.There are very few people on the street now, as if the night market is about to close its stalls, many couples are busy going home or looking for a hotel nearby.

Don't ask him how he knows, just by watching those people walking, cuddling and kissing, you can tell what's going on in their minds.These scenes, for Zimo now, are undoubtedly a knife with a barb on his heart, which has been wiped with dichlorvos.

Zimo found an old man who was resting on the side of the road when he was tired from walking, and asked him where he could find the police or some people who could help others.But the old man's ears are not good, so he doesn't speak, and he doesn't understand English.I pretended not to understand and asked him several times, and finally said some words in Italian that Zimo could not understand, waved his hands angrily and walked away, leaving him messed up in the wind.

Now, if he was in China, he couldn't help but be rude. You don't know English and ask so many times. If I can speak Italian, I will ask you an old man?

Snorting angrily, Zimo continued to look for the next target.At this time, two people in uniform appeared from the crowd, with their hands behind their backs like urban management. He mustered up the courage to walk over and asked them if they were the police or something.

The two looked him up and down, with distressed faces, "Didn't you run away from home? Where do you live?"

runaway?Zimo looked down at himself, am I dressed like a young and ignorant person who ran away from home and threatened his parents?Zimo shook his head, he didn't know what hotel they booked, he could only tell them that his home was in China!This way you can always know that I am here to travel!

"Bring the ID card!" One of them spread his hand towards him.

Zimo still shook his head!Now there is nothing but the appearance of a person!

No ID card?Did it come by smuggling?The two tilted their heads and kept looking, wondering if they were traveling here with their parents, because of some trivial matters, they ran out alone and lost their way.

Suddenly, one of them came over with a mobile phone, compared back and forth between him and the real person, and couldn't help laughing happily.I said in my heart that it was really effortless to find nowhere to go, and I even said "very good" several times!

Maybe it's the first time I've seen a foreigner smile so wildly, saying "very good" is like "Yoxi, flower girl" in the TV series, the attitude and expression are really exactly the same.Zimo saw the crisis and terror from it, and the first thought that popped into his mind was, these two are not human traffickers, are they telling others that they want to sell me?

Putting away the mobile phone, the two looked at each other and smiled, winked at each other, looked at Zimo who was stunned beside him, and said, "comeon!"

"Let's go!"

Go, your sister, I really want to sell Lao Tzu!Zimo, who was standing there, shouted frantically in his heart, staring intently at the two cautiously stepping back step by step, thinking what to do if they fight later?Foreigners are so tall, can you play one against two?What if they have more accomplices hiding nearby?

Not knowing what the child was thinking about writing, the two waited there for a while, seeing that he was still standing there stupidly, they couldn't help frowning.One of them wanted to go over and pull him, but Zimo grabbed the man's shoulder and slammed it down. His knee hit his stomach hard. Before they could react, Sa Yazi ran into the dark.

"Ah... ouch~!" Hearing a scream, the man curled up into a ball, hugged his stomach and fell to the ground, shouting mygod tirelessly! help me!

The other person behind him was obviously still in a state of encirclement, he stepped forward to help him up in a panic, and chased him in the direction where Zimo was escaping, whistling and yelling 'stop for me'!

If you tell me to stop, I will stop, right?What do you think of me as a fool?Zimo, who was running desperately, looked back while running. The two tall and long legs followed closely behind, and they were about to catch up. Zimo hurriedly turned into the small alley next to him. River, although he didn't know it, he didn't dare to walk in it.

There was the sound of the two people's footsteps drifting away, and Zimo poked his head out after a while. There was no one outside, and he seemed to be the only one on the whole street now, not even cockroaches or mice. .

Zimo, who stiffened and straightened his back against the corner, secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he usually runs, otherwise he must have died a miserable death today.After leaning against him for a while to make himself less nervous, Zimo wanted to see what was going on outside, but as soon as he poked his head out, the cold baton appeared two or three centimeters away from the bridge of his nose, which almost didn't scare him Fainted.

I saw that the two people who had run too far turned back somehow, and found his hiding place accurately. One of them held Zimo's arm and dragged him to one place. The two were tall and burly, Zimo, who was only 175 in height, was almost lifted up by them, allowing him to struggle and shout, but the two of them just said 'GO! GO! GO!' in a 'hahahaha'.

In a brightly lit hut, Zimo, who was forcibly dragged by two people, huddled in the corner of the sofa, his dark eyes swept across the tall, blond hair and green eyes, wearing a black uniform, with a dangerous look on his body. man with arms.

One of the older ones wanted to get close to him, bent over and looked at him with a smile.Saying something like 'I scared you, are you okay, are you hungry or cold, where is your home' and so on.Zimo understood, but he was not ready to answer him.Although there is a police logo in English on his uniform, who the hell knows if he bought it himself to scare people.

The two stalemate for quite a while, the man had no choice but to drink tea in a dejected mood.At this time, a person came to the door, said something to them, walked over, squatted in front of him and said, "Seeing you sitting here so pitifully, I feel distressed! Where is your family?"

Um?Chinese?It was rare to hear Chinese in this kind of place, and Zimo suddenly regained his energy. He looked up at the not very tall but strong man in front of him.The man smiled, showing his white teeth, and explained to him, "They are the policemen who just went out to patrol the streets alone today. They were a little excited when they encountered the case for the first time. I'm sorry, I scared you."

"Well...no, it's okay." When he suddenly met the 'old countryman', Zimo was so moved that he was about to cry, as if he saw his own mother, and he wanted to rush over immediately.I thought it would be good for us to have more Chinese people!

"Why are you running around on the street alone? What about the people who came with you?" the policeman asked.Because Zimo didn't want to say a word when he came here, others had nothing to do with him, but Zimo came to him because he said on the street that he was Chinese.

"I don't know. I fell asleep on the plane and woke up here." Zimo confessed honestly.He was still wondering, how did he get off the plane, and how did he get on the car? Could it be that he was sleepwalking?Amnesia?

oh!Seeing that he spoke clearly and thought normally, and he didn't look like an imbecile who had been trafficked, the policeman patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he was fine.Turn around and ask the person behind you to call the airport and ask what's going on.

Zimo was often caught when he was in China. He was quite familiar with some of the work of the police. Seeing that they were serious and decent, it seemed that they were not deceiving, so he slowly moved over.

"That... the policeman, can you help me find out if anyone wants me?" After finding the savior, Zimo smiled harmlessly, but he hated Bai Yena to get out.It's fine if you lose him, if you don't call the police to find him, you will definitely tear him up when you see him.

wanted?The policeman looked at him strangely, but he still turned on the computer, checked the Internet for a while, and sure enough, a piece of latest news popped up.

"This white night? Sir, do you know him?" The policeman pointed to the person on the computer and asked him.The boy he was talking about was 18 years old, his height and clothes were exactly the same, and the person in the photo was exactly the same as the person behind him, so it must be him.

He has a bit of conscience, but do you think it's fine?

"I don't know him!" Glancing at the computer, Zimo continued, "I originally came here to find friends, but I met him on the plane, and he took away my ID and mobile phone, he is a bad guy He was afraid that I would call the police and arrest him, so he preemptively struck."

Really?The policeman looked at him suspiciously. If these are true, is it an 'international organization for human trafficking'?Then it would be troublesome to investigate the matter, and it was getting late now, so we had better find a place to settle the person down first.

The kind-hearted policeman Shushu took him to a hotel and gave him a room for him to rest, saying that he would take him to find his so-called friend tomorrow!

As soon as the man went out, Zimo immediately closed the door and fastened the doors and windows like a thief. No matter whether the policeman is a good guy or a bad guy, at least he doesn't have to sleep on the street tonight, and he still has something to eat.

After taking a comfortable bath, Zimo, who was full of food and drink, lay down on the wide and soft bed and had a good sleep. When he woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.The gongs and drums outside the window are very lively, as if there is a band playing at the door.

Looking at the time, Zimo jumped up from the bed.Last night, the policeman said that he would come to find him today. Why hasn't he seen anyone yet? The policeman doesn't seem like a person who has the habit of sleeping late.