drowning tide

"Damn it, where did I put it?"

After the voice-activated light in the corridor went out, Wu Xin didn't bother to brighten it up. He leaned against the cold wall and kept groping in the pockets of his clothes and trousers.

His palms were covered in cold sweat, clammy and slippery. He touched the key several times and let it slide down. It took him a lot of effort to take this little thing out of his pocket.

Before he could insert the key, the door opened, "Old Wu? Why are you?"

The woman who came to open the door said that she had just applied a facial mask in the house, and when she heard the movement outside, she hurried out to take a look for fear of being burglarized, and was relieved to see it was him through the cat's eyes.

"Old Wu? Didn't you say that you haven't been here recently?"

Wu Xin interrupted the woman impatiently, "Let me in first."

"Okay, okay, you come in first." The woman turned sideways, and closed the door after he came in.

After the door is closed, you can do some private things. She tore off the mask and leaned against Wu Xin stickyly without any shyness. I can also prepare something you like..."

It's a pity that tonight Wu Xin didn't have this kind of leisure at all, and pushed the woman away roughly, "Listen, anyone who comes to me will say that I'm not here, and you haven't seen me in this period of time."

The woman who was almost pushed to the ground wanted to ask him if he had taken the wrong medicine, but seeing his pale face, she couldn't open her mouth again, "You... did something happen to you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Wu Xin replied bluntly, the woman's eyes turned red immediately, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"Okay, okay, I won't tell others that you have been here." She still didn't know the seriousness of the matter, thinking it was the same as in the past, "President Wen asked you to do those things that offended people again?"

"Yes, yes." As if he felt that he couldn't treat her like this, Wu Xin softened his attitude this time, and replied vaguely, "Don't ask, just let me in."

On the way to the bedroom, Wu Xin quietly wiped the palm of his left hand on his clothes twice, and then held it firmly.

He was trembling, and the unquenchable fear of death was still running through his veins, constantly creating new panics.

In the evening, he returned to his home in Nanpu District. Before parking the car, he took a look at his home on the 17th floor with a telescope at the gate of the community, only to see a figure shaking on the balcony.

Wen Fan wanted to kill him to silence him, and what he feared most finally happened.

He didn't want to die, so he dared to go upstairs, stepped on the clutch, turned around and ran, for fear that the killers waiting at home would notice that he had returned.

After escaping from the community, he first went to refuel, and then began to think about where to hide—Jiaotu Sanku, he had more than one property in Rongcheng, but those places were not suitable for hiding, and once he was found, he would really be finished.

He would come here for nothing but a dark room behind the bedroom closet that could barely accommodate one person.

At the beginning, he laughed at his mistress's move, which was too worrying. How could he have imagined that he would really use this secret door one day.

"what is this?"

He hurriedly opened the extra clothes in the closet to look for the door of the dark room, and suddenly saw a shiny little thing.

It was a pair of sapphire cufflinks in the shape of a wolf's head, which looked familiar, and he wanted to pick it up to see more clearly...but before he could pick it up, another pair of hands snatched it away.

Come in behind him, make sure that the mistress who can help him deal with the aftermath meets his murderous eyes, smiles embarrassedly, lowers his head, two blushes float on his cheeks, "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't want to show you, I wanted to surprise you..."

It turned out to be like this, he took a breath, and felt that he was too alarmed.

"Is that right?"

That being said, the seeds of uneasiness are still hidden somewhere in his heart, waiting for the moment when they grow into towering trees.

He entered the secret room. The secret room is not big but has everything you need. There are power outlets and vents. There is a hanging travel blanket. There is even a small shelf thoughtfully made on the side. The upper layer is filled with mineral water, compressed biscuits and a flashlight. Below is the disposable urinal, as if he had expected to use it here.

"Go in quickly, Old Wu, I won't tell anyone that you're inside."

The mistress took a last look at him and closed the secret door of the secret room even more anxiously than he did, while he leaned against the wall behind the secret door, closing his eyes in peace.

In a dark and small space, the passage of time will become very strange. Sometimes he feels that it has been a long time since he picked up his phone and looked at it for 5 minutes. Sometimes he feels that he only slept for a while and it turned out that two hours have passed.

He waited until the middle of the night, and when he was drowsy, he suddenly heard noisy voices from outside, and he woke up suddenly.

The voice came closer, mingled with the mistress' uneasy justification.

"He...has never been here, I promise, he will usually notify me in advance if he is coming, you see, I haven't heard from him..."

The female mistress couldn't stop those people. They searched everywhere but found no traces. Finally, they went into the bedroom to search. Wu Xin in the dark room didn't dare to breathe out, for fear of being heard by them.

These people knocked left and right, and when they hit the wardrobe board, he almost peed out.

"It seems to be empty here, no, it's here...it's not here either, it should be solid, I heard wrong."

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the entrance board, Wu Xin's heartbeat almost stopped suddenly.

Fortunately, they stopped before knocking on the board, "Not here, go away, look elsewhere."

The sound of footsteps disappeared, and before he could catch his breath inside, the group of people returned to the carbine again, with an interval of only ten minutes.

This group of people knocked on the wardrobe board again, "It's really not here. It's so strange, I think this Wu Xin must be hiding here."

"Don't make excuses for your mistakes. If you can't find it, be careful that the second young master has skinned you. Look elsewhere."

Just to be on the safe side, he waited in fear for an hour before making sure he didn't return his carbine a second time.

"Old Wu, they're gone, do you want to come out and use the bathroom?"

Hearing the woman's voice, his senses slowly returned to his body - he noticed that his crotch was a little wet, and there was an unpleasant smell of urine in the secret room.

"Okay, I'll come out, suffocate me..."

Wu Xin, who had just come out of the dark room, saw the man in black behind the woman before he could finish his sentence.

The one in the lead was Wen Fan, who kept him having nightmares every night. Wen Fan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, unreasonably reminiscent of a young wolf who opened its mouth and bit off the throat of its prey.

"Mr. Wu, please come with us." He came over and patted Wu Xin's paper-like face, "Don't worry, you are still useful, I won't kill you so quickly... at least wait until I kill me Later, dear brother."

He emphasized the word "brother", as if mocking the false blood relationship between the two, but Wu Xin didn't have time to pay attention to these, his eyes fell on Wen Fan's cuff.

The sapphire cufflinks in the shape of a wolf's head, that is to say... the pair of cufflinks he just saw belonged to Wen Fan.

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Because Wen Zhengting's condition deteriorated again, the departure date was brought forward again, to the evening of the second day.

In the evening, Wen Zhengting boarded the plane under the escort of bodyguards and assistants and waited for takeoff.

The interior of the $1.5 million private jet would have many people mistaken for a hotel suite rather than a cabin if they weren't specifically told.

And Wen Zhengting was lying on this soft and comfortable big bed. The young assistant fastened a special seat belt for him, and then covered him with a quilt to ensure that the impact of takeoff on him could be minimized.

"I... am I going to die?" Wen Zhengting's cloudy eyes refused to close for a long time, fingers like bird claws grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Am I going to die?"

He looked so thin and thin, and the shallow outline on the quilt made him look not like a real person but a paper-cut dummy.

Now that I think about it, it was not long ago that the cancer cells began to spread. However, in the past half a month, the bleeding, weight loss, lumps that can be seen everywhere, and neuralgia that follow everywhere, these symptoms wiped out most of his anger and made him visible to the naked eye. The speed quickly declined, from the old man who was vaguely sick but still able to stand on the stage and speak vigorously, to the current empty skin with only one breath left.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wen, we'll be there as soon as you sleep. I made an appointment for you with the most famous expert in the United States. He has saved many patients like you. Don't worry, my mother is watching you from the sky. She will bless you."

He sat on Wen Zhengting's bedside, coaxed him patiently, and accompanied him through the most difficult period from takeoff to stabilization.

"My mother will definitely bless you, after all, you changed her life."

Amidst his blessings, Wen Zhengting slowly closed his eyes and fell into a slumber.

He pulled out the corner of his clothes, stood up and went outside.Outside is the lounge for entertainment, equipped with a billiard hall and a small home theater. The seats for several bodyguards are arranged here. At this time, they are watching a comedy, and burst into laughter from time to time.

He didn't look at them, and walked straight through the lounge to the cockpit where the captain and co-pilot were. Normally, the door of the cockpit is locked from the inside, but this is the Wen family's private jet. Suowen's family also had a way to get in and out, so the captain didn't do that.

"Mr. Captain, there is something on the way that needs to be notified to you in advance."

The captain stared at the instrument in front of him, thinking that he was here to ask about the flight time, and subconsciously opened his mouth to answer, "It's the same as a normal flight... Wait, what's the matter?"

"I have a friend who also wants to board this flight. Please cooperate later and don't make it difficult for me."

This is a plane, not a bus, and it is impossible to stop halfway. Someone wants to board the plane halfway... The captain's cold sweat broke out all of a sudden.

He has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running, even if he has only seen this kind of rich and powerful people in TV dramas, he can guess that the guy who boarded the plane on the way is by no means a kind person.

"If, if... I disagree, what are you going to do?"

The young assistant did not answer his question because someone else answered it in his place.

"If you don't plan to do anything, then I can only ask you to give up the position of captain."

The captain clearly heard the sound of the bullet being loaded, which made him swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Mr. Zhou, please don't be so barbaric." The assistant's next words shattered his last illusion, "But Mr. Captain, this is also what I mean."

"You, are you dying?" The captain had no doubts that they could really do such a thing, "If something happens to the plane..."

"My friend and I both have flight licenses, so if you insist on not cooperating, captain, we can only ask you to land freely in the Pacific Ocean."