There are always bad people who want to harm the family [Comprehensive]

cold.pain.wanna die.

From the moment Aliya regained consciousness, she only felt uncomfortable all over, and the wounded part of her neck was always aching.

The person who attacked her obviously didn't invite her to be a guest—although she wasn't fixed on a stake, her hands were tied behind her back and her ankles were firmly bound, and the rope made her barely able to resist No strength at all.

Taking a few deep breaths, the stale air made her cough uncontrollably.Aliya tried to open her eyes wide and move the parts of her body that could move.

Most importantly, she felt that she had to turn over - because she didn't know how long she had been lying on her side, she only felt half of her body leaning against the cold ground, numb to the point of being unconscious.

Is there anything worse than this?

Of course there is.The only thing Aliya is grateful for is that she is still alive.But she can't be optimistic about how long she can live.

"I'm in a warehouse." Turning over, she was in close contact with the earth, if she hadn't raised her neck hard, she might have knocked a mouthful of mud.

But she couldn't care less about these, this position couldn't last long, she had to gather some strength and try to sit up.Or, even better, if she could find something sharp here for her to cut through the rope.

"Flower mud, fertilizers, pesticides, and... flower pots." Like a caterpillar, Aliya slowly rubbed against the edge of the pile of bags closest to her, leaned half on it, and panted for a while.

The weather was almost October, mentally exhausted and physically exhausted, she felt that she was getting colder and colder.That's really not a good sign.

"I'm in the warehouse of a flower farm. The things here are scattered, there are not many things, and there is a lot of dust, cough, cough..." She hates this dusty world, cold and unscrupulous. close to human.

"There should be very few people here, ahem, it's really a good place to be imprisoned." She lay a little weakly, her eyes trying to distinguish the surrounding things.

She had to calm down. The last thing she should do at a time like this was to calculate her chances of escape.What probability or formula is not important anymore, only thinking about escaping from here is the most important thing to do.

Thanks to her personality disorder, she lives alone and is not used to connecting with people.Therefore, in a short time, no one will know of her disappearance.

Cruel though it was, Arya knew she had to live on her own.

The light in the warehouse was very dim, and there seemed to be a bare|exposed light bulb hanging not far away, but it was not turned on.

Although the roof is pointed, the wooden boards are firmly nailed. There are no windows, and there is only a little light shining through the cracks in the door.This kind of door that can be pushed open from both sides can be closed so tightly, there must be a lock on the outside.

So, there are only two escape methods in front of her now:

The first one, before the kidnapper has time to think of her, it is best to find an ax in this abandoned warehouse, and use her strength to kill a chicken to directly destroy the door.

This requires the proper tools and her strength.For the time being, she didn't find any sharp instruments here.

The second one, lying in ambush, knocked the bastard out the moment he opened the door and took the opportunity to escape.

This method seems easy, but it is very risky.Not to mention how to grasp the delicate timing of the attack, she was in a daze at that time, and she didn't see the man's face clearly, and she didn't even know whether "he" was a man or a woman.If it's a woman, or a slender man, she still has a fight.If it's a strong man, she'd better offer her knees wisely.

Of course, she actually has a third option, the legendary planc—she can sit down with a smile and have a good chat with that person.Influence "him" with the light of humanity... Bah!Unless her brain is as pitted as the ground!

Alicia made up her mind.Before that, she had to saw off the rope on her wrist.

The best choice is a clay pot, and the closest one is about 4 meters away from her.Would the sound of the crockpot beating draw that bastard?

Even if she could, she had to.If the consumption continues, the blood circulation in her hands and feet will be poor for a long time, and the cold air from the ground will be absorbed more, and her body will not be able to bear it.

Gritting her teeth and knocking on the ground, Aliya crawled towards her goal.

However, at this moment, the sound of footsteps came from far and near, followed by the sound of the lock being unlocked, followed by the sound of the chain sliding, and...the sound of the lock falling to the ground with a "snap".

The door... was pushed open.

The moment the light came in, Aliya closed her eyes instinctively, and under the torment of restlessness, her heart almost collapsed.But in the next second, she felt that she had better keep closing her eyes and be a quiet sleeping beauty.

Time passed very slowly, and her nose was very close to the ground, and she inhaled a lot of dust, which made her feel dry and itchy, which was very uncomfortable.And the footsteps were getting closer, and she could feel the ground shaking slightly, but she couldn't do any unnecessary movements.

Until she was easily lifted into the air by the rope around her wrist and the clothes around her waist, Aliya was suddenly glad that she didn't really ambush by the door with a broken basin—this guy was incredibly strong .

She was thrown onto a bag filled with solid flower fertilizer, which was much better than just scraping the ground.

"It's you!" Aliya opened her eyes, and looked at the big man in front of her in surprise, this man she had met in front of Angela's flower shop!

"You're awake. Do you want something to eat?" John sat down on the ground and looked at her with his head tilted. He seemed to be holding a small bread in his dirty hands, but his hands were a little too strong, and the bread was completely deformed up.

He still wears that hat, but the brim of the hat is not pressed down so much. Through the light cast by the door, he can vaguely see his eyebrows and eyes. The small blue eyes reveal innocence and curiosity. The two lumps of flesh will squirm slightly.

If it weren't for the circumstances, Aliya would really like to believe that he was a harmless big boy.But the facts tell us that such people are often more terrifying-they don't have a complete world view and values, they are as cruel as they want, and they don't feel guilty at all.

"Hello, I'm Aliya, Aliya Williams. What should I call you?" Her throat was a little dry, and there seemed to be something stuck there.But she tried to finish the sentence and try to be as gracious as possible.

Alas, damn planc, she is really going to fall to this point...

"John... Anderson." The big man spoke slowly. He looked at the other party carefully, and then answered word by word.

"Hello, John, we know each other now. Shouldn't friends shake hands? Oh, sorry, I suddenly found that my hands seem to be tied." Aliya also looked at each other carefully , once she found that John's expression was wrong, she planned to change it immediately.

Fortunately, his expression didn't change much, so she continued: "Can you untie it for me?"

There was no answer, and John continued to look at her without moving.

Aliya tried to hold back her smile, but cold sweat had already soaked her clothes.She didn't know what purpose the other party had kidnapped her, nor how he would deal with her.Therefore, every step she tried was walking on eggshells.

She is judging.At present, John should not have too much malice towards her.Of course, if the other party is a mental patient, or a patient with split personality?Then she doesn't have to expect to get any effective information at all, she can only hope that the other party will be in a good mood.

[There are another 10 seconds, hold on, don't show timidity. 】Alia can only persuade herself like this.

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Fortunately, John finally moved... He stretched out his hand and forced Aliya to turn around, grabbed the knot in a somewhat rough manner, twisted it a few times, and finally untied it.

Alicia breathed a sigh of relief.She really wanted to raise her hand to wipe the cold sweat off her forehead, but she couldn't do it yet.John wasn't stupid for not untying her feet at the same time.Aliya can only look for another chance.

She turned her head and moved her wrist slowly, but at the same time she noticed that John was moving away again.There were about two meters between them, he clenched his fists and stared at her warily.

"I'm not going to run away. We're friends, aren't we?" Arya dared not move.

"You said that flowers have... souls?" His blue eyes looked at her closely without blinking, and his expression was very solemn.

He wouldn't kidnap her just for this sentence, would he?Alicia thought she was going to stop laughing.

"Yes, I said." She said the safest answer. "Yes" or "no", one of these two words may send her to heaven, and the other may send her to hell, so she will not choose either.

"You..." Before John could finish, he was interrupted by the sound of a car turning off the engine.

Arya was about to call for help, but before she could speak, John glared back at her angrily, took a piece of cloth from the large pocket of the overalls, and stuffed it into her mouth.Then, taking the rope he had just untied, he tied it quickly, and threw Arya back on the compost heap.

The rusk that had already lost its shape that he brought fell to the ground at some point.When he passed by, he was crushed by a foot.

The door was closed again, and the light was swallowed up, gradually changing from a bunch to several strands.

There was a "click", the sound of a lock falling.

Aliya lay down on the manure bag, feeling really unlucky.Obviously just a little bit, just that little bit...

When she was about to fall in love, there was a quarrel outside.

There was a noise, and this dilapidated wooden house is not soundproof at all.But the place where the two quarreled seems a bit far away from here.She pricked up her ears but couldn't hear the specific content of the conversation.

Who is the one?Woman's voice, who is arguing with John?

Aaliyah thought of the most likely person - Ashley Lopez.

A strong desire for survival arose again, causing her to wriggle towards the earthen pot continuously.

There is still a chance.Ashley will come to her rescue?maybe.But she can't just wait for rescue, and she can't give up every chance to survive.She couldn't give up until the last moment.

It's getting louder and louder outside, it seems like I almost moved my hands?

Alicia didn't know.All she knew was that her energy was running low, and it would take her longer than before to move to the side of the flower pot.And her hands, knees and shoulders used for support have long been worn out, and her face is covered with dust and dusty.

It was still tens of centimeters away... There was a sudden "snap" outside, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.Aliya paused and continued to climb forward.

There are about twenty centimeters left... Sigh, how should she break the basin?

Just then, the chain on the door was pulled again and the lock was opened.

John Anderson strode in with Ashley, whose forehead was broken.He glanced at Alia, paused, his eyes were so cold that her blood flowed backwards.

But he didn't do much.After throwing the motionless Ashley onto the cloth bag, he walked out without looking back.

"Kacha", with this devilish sound, the door was closed again.

"Ashley? Ashley Lopez?"

The rags filled her mouth with bitterness, and all Arya actually uttered was "whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"."She struggled to support herself and looked over.

But... not so much.

She lay on the ground tiredly.There was blood not far away...it was dripping when John hunched Ashley past just now...bright red and warm.

"Ashley, are you still alive?" She could only ask in her heart.