Chapter 179

Lin Chen looked at the stairs.

Light footsteps came from far and near, and two figures appeared at the entrance of the stairs, dark and dull.

The other party didn't seem to have expected them to be here. He froze and bullied him forward. In a blink of an eye, icy metal was attached to his chest, and a stronger sense of threat was like lightning, irritating every one of him. The hairs stood up.

He slowly turned his eyes, glanced at the pistol in his heart, and slowly raised his hand.

Now is the era of peace. Guns are banned in China. Apart from police officers and soldiers, the only people who can hold guns openly are the gangsters. In the dim light, both of them covered their faces, wearing ordinary everyday clothes and peaked caps, revealing two pairs of eyes that were obviously cruel and bloodthirsty.

The movements of the two are concise and effective, and they are full of oppression. They are obviously veterans.

The dog barking downstairs has changed from a loud howl to a low and suppressed whine, and it seems that it will break out at any time.

Lin Chen's heart beat fast, but his expression remained calm. He looked at Duanyang soothingly, raised his head and asked the visitor, "Are you killing someone?"

The other party obviously didn't understand what he meant, and they looked at each other quickly, the guns pressed even tighter.

There was no silencer on the muzzle, indicating that the other party was not ready to fight in the house; the barrel of the gun that held up to his heart was cold, indicating that the other party had not killed anyone with this gun in a short period of time. He looked straight ahead and explained calmly: "This is a question, not an imperative. I want to know if you want our lives or something else?"

"Is there any difference?" A cold and hoarse voice came out through the mask.

"It's like this, if you want to kill people, I will try my best to grab our best value and let you give up this idea."

The barrel of the gun resting on his chest moved up his cheek along his neck, and finally stopped on his temple.

Lin Chen raised his head and looked directly at those sullen eyes: "What value do you think you have?"

"The purpose of your coming here is our greatest value."

"If you knew our purpose, why didn't I kill you?"

"Because you shouldn't want to kill people. When you walked up the stairs and saw us just now, you didn't choose to shoot the first time. Your companion has a look that tells you to restrain yourself. What task should you accomplish? We won't have anything to do until the mission is completed."

After he said this, the cold muzzle began to poke his temple again and again: "Did you know that smart people die faster?"

Lin Chen thought about it and replied, "Although smart people may die faster, stupid people must die."

The other party laughed and asked, "Who are you?"

Lin Chen quickly became vigilant in his heart.

Obviously, the intruder this time is obviously a follow-up to the last time. The other party asked who he was, which means that they knew Duanyang's identity. Duanyang was their target, and he was just an accessory that they accidentally encountered in this operation. . For the most vicious gangsters, once they know that he is not their target, there is a possibility of killing people.

Lin Chen once again felt that his life was really bad. To sew a wound, he would encounter such a crisis that his head would blossom if he was careless. Among all the sinister things he encountered in his life, such unreasonable things were very rare.

Now is the time to gamble, he must show his worth: "I'm his senior brother." He looked down at Duanyang and said this.

Hearing what he said, the young man's hands were shaking, but he still held back his fear and did not raise his head. At this moment, Duanyang did not forget to tie the suture wound on his palm, and even carefully wiped him with iodophor, tore off the tape, fixed the gauze covering the wound on his palm, and finally raised his head and said to him. Said: "Senior brother, okay, how about the sewing?"

Lin Chen felt that Duanyang's psychological quality had the potential to be a field doctor.

"It's okay." He said lightly.

But then, Dr. Duan regained his true nature. He raised his head cautiously, looked at the two gangsters, and stammered, "You...you...who are you!" He also held the medical scissors tremblingly. , doing a drop in the bucket of defense work.

Lin Chen motioned Duanyang to put down his "weapon" and raised his hands: "We want to live, so please listen to us and cover our eyes if necessary."

Before he could finish his sentence, a thunder struck outside the window. He glanced at the suddenly lit sky outside the window and stopped talking.

The two gangsters glanced at each other again, as if judging his worth. After that, one of them took out a rope and tied him with force, while the other held a gun and aimed silently at them.

Although he is not proficient in issues such as knots, the level of knotting the opponent has clearly surpassed that of ordinary gangsters. His wrist was sore and unable to move. He glanced at the one who held the gun to suppress them. The other party was calmly and steadily pointing the gun at them, his eyes fixed. Except for killing people, Lin Chen couldn't even see any clues in his eyes. These two are more like well-trained mercenaries than robbers that can be seen everywhere on the street, but since when did mercenaries begin to undertake the business of kidnapping people in pet hospitals?

Duanyang also realized the problem. The young man wanted to talk to him, but Lin Chen shook his head and motioned the young man to shut up.

They performed very well from beginning to end, so they didn't suffer from flesh and blood, were tied up tightly, their eyes were covered with cloth strips, their mouths were covered with tape, and the other even put sound-isolating earplugs in their ears. In an instant, Lin Chen felt that he was completely separated from the world, the air was humid, hot, and very viscous, and then a cool breeze hit, it should be a rainstorm.

The five senses were sealed and the four senses became sharp. Lin Chen laid his legs flat, and Ren Zhen felt the floor vibrate. The other party was obviously searching for something in the room. It should be the medical information of Duanyang, but they moved very lightly. No bullshit, just execute the task with precision.

The other party's search activity ended quickly.

About ten minutes later, Lin Chen felt that he was lifted up, the cold barrel of the gun pressed against his back, he and Duan Yang stumbled and were guided downstairs.

It was late at night, and the moment he walked out of the threshold of the pet hospital, the torrential rain made him tremble suddenly. He couldn't see anything, the sponge earplugs blocked most of the thunder, and he could only guess the moment when the sky was suddenly lit by lightning by sensing the tremors of the surrounding air.

He very much hoped that some resident who woke up at night could see what happened in the alley by the light of street lamps and lightning.

After walking for a while, they were pushed into a van, and he didn't raise his legs high enough at first, and his knees slammed into the van, making a loud noise.

The other party seemed to sense his intentions, grabbed his hair, pressed the barrel of his gun on his forehead, and whispered, "Be careful."

Lin Chen lowered his head and was pushed into the truck obediently. The doors slammed shut and the vehicle started, carrying them to an unknown distance.

Lin Chen was still guessing the destination at first, but gradually, the loss of senses made the brain activity gradually numb. Psychologists have done similar experiments. After isolating the subjects from external stimuli, most subjects will report pathological psychological states, including emotional tension, slow thinking, hallucinations, etc. The cruelest punishment in the world is sensory deprivation. .

Lin Chen felt that he couldn't count the time, and his thinking began to drift. In a short period of time, many pictures that he had suppressed suddenly burst out.

Blood and fire radiate radiance and beauty, and the faces of the dead and the murderer appear in cycles.

He kept trying to make the skin of his hands touch more things, the tingling of the wound was sobering, and he collapsed suddenly in the car.

Probably because he was moving too much, Duanyang squeezed beside him and snuggled up to him, as if relieved.

He didn't know whether the young man understood Morse code or not, but he touched the back of the other's cold hand and tapped it at will, so that he would not lose his mind.

He slowly typed the words "Zhou Rui Pharmaceutical", and it took Duanyang a long time to react.

The young man's throat whimpered, and then he wrote on the back of his hand: What did you say?

Only then did Lin Chen realize that there was really a problem with his thinking. Why did he choose Morse code when he could write?

He wrote the keyword just now again, and finally put a question mark.

"I have no idea."

Duanyang's words were written very quickly, and the young man was also at a loss about his kidnapping.

But now the meaningless communication is like a life-saving straw for Lin Chen. He casually chatted with the young man and wrote something, and then basically completely separated from the theme of the kidnapping case. He was soaked all over, but he seemed to be Find a life-saving sampan on the sea full of floes.

After some time, the truck finally stopped.

The door of the car was opened, and he actually smelled the smell of sea water in the air. Then there was the sound of waves crashing against the shore, as if someone was sweeping the broken glass on the floor with bamboo.

The rain has stopped.

The bandits took off their blindfolds, Lin Chen opened his eyes, and everything in front of him horrified him again.

He and Duanyang were actually taken to the seaside, and a broken fishing boat was parked at the pier, bouncing up and down with the dark waves.

The other party carried a gun and forced them to board the boat.

Lin Chen suddenly had a bad guess in his heart, they still have a chance of life in China, but if the other party wants to smuggle them out of the country, then they are really dead.

Soon, an open gap in the cabin of the fishing boat confirmed his suspicions.

Looking inward along the damp wooden board, the bottom of the cabin was crowded with people, and Wu Chu squeezed more than a dozen people. Lin Chen glanced at the gangster with a gun, and then at the doctor who was so shocked that he could not speak, and said nothing. Climb down obediently.

There was no fear of being imprisoned on the faces of the people in the bottom warehouse of the fishing boat. They were in high spirits, as if they were talking about something. This made Lin Chen suddenly think of the legendary stowaways.

But if these people are stowaways who want to leave the country, why would the kidnappers detain them with these people?

After they walked into the cabin, the sound of hammer drills and nails followed, and someone nailed the board to the bottom of the small fishing boat.

They fell into a real desperate situation. Duanyang helped him and found an empty seat in the cabin to sit down.

In the darkness, Lin Chen felt someone pushed him and asked, "Are you going to work in Dana too?"