non-contractual relationship

Chapter 52

Ankang watched helplessly as Zheng Feihe was knocked on the back of the neck and fell down. His mouth and nose were covered, and he lost consciousness the next second before he could react.

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Five in the morning.

Zheng Feihe opened his eyes.He was still a little dazed and frowned, he couldn't remember exactly what happened, he felt cloudy and foggy, or the obvious pain in the back of his neck quickly brought him back to reality.

"Tick-tick-tick-" There was the sound of water splashing in the distance. The place where he was sitting seemed to be a concrete floor, which was not only cold, but also damp.

Striving to move, Zheng Feihe suppressed the desire to vomit, and realized that something seemed to be bound around his eyes, and moved his hands and feet, and sure enough, he was also bound.

The surrounding was very quiet, Zheng Feihe tried to untie the rope buckle behind him, but he didn't expect that the more he untied the rope, the tighter it became.After a while, he was sweating profusely.

Suddenly, something rustled not far away.

Zheng Feihe wasn't quite sure what it was, so he held his breath cautiously, and relaxed his movements.

"Zheng Feihe?" Ankang, who was still numb with half of his body, woke up, his eyes were pitch black.It was like a black plastic bag that covered him, the neck was tied tightly, and the ground could not be seen, only a faint light was seen from the weak part of the top of the plastic bag.The plastic bag rose and fell with his increasingly tense breathing, and soon got a lot of water droplets because of the stuffy heat, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

The last blurry image in Zheng Feihe's mind was awakened: before he lost consciousness, Ankang was covering his mouth and looking at him in surprise.

"Ankang?" Zheng Feihe kept hinting in his heart that he should not be afraid, and actively responded to the greeting, but the temperature of his hands and feet gradually dropped, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I saw a masked man hit you with a stick. How about you?"

Zheng Feihe licked his lips, trying to restrain his involuntary physical trembling and various discomforts caused by the concussion, and responded softly: "I'm fine."

Ankang keenly grasped the dryness in his voice: "What's wrong with your voice?"

Zheng Fei, who kept swallowing, suppressed the panic in his heart, took two deep breaths quietly, and then replied: "I'm really fine. Can you see anything?"

Ankang still remembered Zheng Feihe's sweaty brow in the movie theater, and his voice lowered: "In this situation...don't lie to me."

Zheng Feihe also has a little understanding of Ankang's stubborn temper.In the current situation, he was afraid that if he didn't make it clear now, if something happened later, Ankang had the opportunity to escape but ran aground because he was jealous of him.After thinking about it, he confessed to Ankang: "I was kidnapped when I was 16 years old, and something went wrong after that..."

Zheng Feihe comforted himself, and easily uncovered his last scar: "The English abbreviation is PTSD. You may not have heard of it. The Chinese name is Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. It should sound scary. But it's not a big deal. You don't mind. The most serious thing is that I may not be very agile or respond to you in time later, if you can seize the opportunity..."

The scene of him escaping from the robbers for the first time when he was 16 came to his mind and was beaten half to death. Zheng Feihe, who was in pain, was choking for breath, and confirmed that the scolding in his ears was a hallucination, and he slowed down for two seconds. , and then stammered and said: "...just, just run first, don't look back. I still have some symptoms of concussion, and it will be troublesome to take me with you. Don't be unable to save people at that time, and you will be taken over by others , How miserable. You go first, and then find a way to call someone to save me. "

After finishing speaking, he himself felt that it would be too pessimistic to directly take himself out, and it sounded unreassuring. He added: "It's the same if I can go out. Don't worry."

Comparing Zheng Fei now with the carefree Little Sun in Ping An, Ankang didn't speak.

Ankang has heard of this disease.Not only heard, but also seen.He had a junior high school classmate who suffered from PTSD after being molested.It seems that the illness did not get the family's attention at all, and later committed suicide due to depression and died.At that time, he was a freshman in high school, and after their former class monitor found out, he specially organized their classmates who were still in the city and wanted to go to send him a ride.

He was very impressed because when they arrived, they found that the girl really... had nothing.

Parents and relatives both disliked her suicide and her futility, and felt that being molested by others was an unclean thing. As a result, her funeral was deserted, and occasionally a few obscenities were mixed in.He felt incomprehensible at the time—the girl lying in the ice coffin was the blood relative of these people, and she was the victimized party. How could they have the heart to brand the victimized girl as "guilty" and "unclean"?

If they don't go to work, the girl who always pulls the corner of her mouth and chuckles may leave this world without even a decent paper wreath.

From that moment on, he understood that this disease should not be taken lightly at all.Listening to Zheng Feihe's pretendingly calm voice now, I don't know how to comfort him, how to be useful to him, relying on the movement I just heard, I kept moving towards that side: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I It's okay, we'll all be fine."

Ankang's persuasion was actually useless, Zheng Feihe knew it very well, but he still closed his eyes, tried his best to ignore his physical discomfort and the lingering shadow in his mind, and replied: "Well, I don't panic, Don't worry. It's not a serious illness, even if you lose love on weekdays, there are people, it's nothing."

Ankang was still moving, and did not compete with Zheng Feihe's verbal flaws: If it was not serious, why didn't he heal after almost ten years?If it's not serious, why let him run first?

In the current situation, no matter what Zheng Feihe said, he can feel a little more at ease only if he touches someone.

Suddenly, Ankang bumped into something.

Hearing a muffled sound, Zheng Feihe became anxious: "What's wrong? Didn't I tell you not to move!"

As if hitting a pipe, Ankang felt a scratch on his forehead.It was warm and hot in front of my eyes, and some liquid flowed down, with a bitter smell.

Zheng Feihe, who was extremely sensitive to the environment, quickly sensed something was wrong: "Are you hurt? Don't move, don't move!" The two of them didn't move, and the tone of one was heavier than the other, until finally their voices became hoarse.

The plastic bag on Ankang's head was also cut open.Ankang took a quick breath.The bag wrapped him up, it was really stuffy, and this small mouth made him finally breathe a sigh of relief.Based on what Zheng Feihe said just now, he adjusted his position again and moved a few times.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside.

Zheng Feihe hissed, and Ankang quickly fell back to the ground.

Realizing that Ankang hadn't moved any further, Zheng Feihe closed his eyes with some relief, still trembling slightly.He can't control this.

Ankang was worried that his position had changed, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

A man came in, but neither of them heard the door open.

Zheng Feihe guessed in his heart: either there is no door here, or the space that closed them is open.

"Hey, brother, one woke up and pretended to be dead." The voice sounded familiar to both of them.

Zheng Feihe, who was still shaking, froze, feeling even more uncomfortable.He understood that he had already fallen into a state of excessive fright, listening to the sound of approaching footsteps, hypnotized himself: the other party noticed that he would not care about the health that he had moved just now...

"You can just move them back to the original place, you can't let the two of them lean together, it's easy to make mistakes." A greeting came from outside.

"Okay." The owner of the voice actually didn't notice Zheng Feihe, but approached Ankang while talking, and kicked Zheng Feihe as he passed by, "You are crazy, you are not every day How come you're not crazy? Sleeping like a dog."

Ankang heard the conversation, did not move, and lay quietly on the ground.He was also very nervous and kept swallowing.He even felt that at this moment, he could feel his heart beating.And because he fell back to the ground, the crack near the wound on his head stuck to his face, making the gap exposed by the torn plastic bag smaller, and he could only vaguely raise his eyes. Glimpse one side of a person's cheek.

——The other party dragged him, complaining while dragging, the side of the cheek was bulging and still moving, but it didn't look like a cheek.

Ankang felt that he had seen this scene before, and the voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The person who dragged him didn't know what he thought of, he paused, changed direction and continued, and shouted outside: "Brother, do you really need this person to have fun?"

The people outside seemed to put down something and walked nearby: "Do you know how most of the villains in those works died?"

Finally dragged Ankang to the ground, the man directly tied Ankang and the pipe that Ankang knocked on the head just now, and cursed at the same time: "I'll see how you run!"

Ankang tried to resist violently, but was punched in his weakness by someone who had been on guard for a long time.

"Be more honest!" The man kicked Ankang a few more times, and snorted, "I'm not a fucking idiot, your position has changed, I didn't know you were awake? Fuck it."

The voice of the people outside was approaching, as if they were watching a farce: "The villain, he either died of talking too much, or he died because of lust, leaving evidence and excuses."

Ankang was more familiar with this voice, but now his attention was half-divided by the pain and he couldn't recognize it.But he can already be sure: he must have seen these two people.

The one who kicked him seemed to get up and clapped his hands, as if he was wearing something on his hands, so the clapping sound was not crisp, but muffled.The man's voice was also a little far away, as if he was walking out: "I brought all the belts back, it's useless. Thank you. Why don't you pay attention when you fuck and bring a condom?"

The people outside seemed to be very angry: "Can you restrain me, my mind is full of low-level organs! Do you know how scary it is to collect biological information? After finishing this ticket, you will even live in a regular hotel when you go out. No."

"I couldn't live in it at all. Didn't that... the guy surnamed He was caught?" The person inside sniffed, his voice was a little drifting, "Can he confess to us?"

"It's useless for him to confess, and I haven't told him the truth."

The one inside seems to be belated: "Yeah, I'm not here anymore, and the person he confessed to is not me... Then you say, our order is quite big?"

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