Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Wang Mengxue has been on the island for many years and has not received such respect for a long time. She was moved and said, "Why would I mind?"

Chu Muhan observed calmly.

He is highly vigilant, and even if he is grateful, he will not completely let down his guard.

Only those who are sure that Wang Mengxue is as reliable as Qianxi said are reliable can be relieved.

Chu Muhan sincerely asked: "Sister Mengxue, can you help me find out where Qianxi is being held?"

Wang Mengxue said: "I just followed out secretly, and Qianxi was locked in the basement. Don't worry, they didn't make things difficult for her."

Hearing this, Chu Muhan breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered something. He went to the closet and squatted down to find out the flashlight hidden under it. He found it when he was pushed down, and wondered why it was hidden under the table.

"Well, your arm is bleeding." Wang Mengxue said out loud.

The wound on the arm has not healed, and the wound was compressed and bleeding after being hit again, Chu Muhan glanced indifferently, without paying attention, "It's okay, Sister Mengxue, please do me a favor."

"If you want me to help you, just tell me." Wang Mengxue could tell from Chu Muhan's demeanor that he was not an ordinary person, and he might be able to rely on them to get out of here.

"I'll teach you how to use a flashlight, and later you'll find a hidden place to light up the sky."

Wang Mengxue didn't understand why she pointed the flashlight at the sky, but she just nodded when Chu Muhan said so.

Chu Muhan patiently taught Wang Mengxue the Morse code, and Wang Mengxue memorized it by rote, and it took a lot of effort to memorize it. Before leaving, she said to him: "Qianxi is luckier than me, and I didn't misread the wrong person."

Chu Muhan's concern for Song Qianxi is enviable in words and deeds.

Modern women are independent, economically free, and do not need to rely on men to live.

But it is very important to choose the right man. The three views are in harmony, they can make progress side by side, understand each other, trust and communicate, and feel the beauty and happiness brought by life.

If you choose the wrong man, your life will fall into a deadlock, and you will pay unilaterally. Over time, various conflicts will follow one after another.

……

Song Qianxi was locked in a cold, damp and dark basement.

There is a small window with iron bars at the junction of the top wall. The cold and hazy moonlight shines in through the window and becomes the only light source in the basement. It can be seen that the basement is very large, about a hundred square meters.

Dark and creepy.

She rubbed her arms and sat down uneasily.

The sound of "Ouch" echoed in the empty basement. There was a wooden stick under it, which made her butt hurt. She picked up the wooden stick, and the cool feeling came from the palm of her hand, which made her skin goosebumps.

With the help of the faint moonlight, I can clearly see that I am holding a shiny white bone in my hand...

"what--"

Song Qianxi screamed and threw away the bones, and was shocked to find that there were many bones piled up in the basement, which was cold and terrifying.

She covered her mouth in horror, and the coolness seeped down from her head to the soles of her feet.

"Here, what happened?"

She shrank in the corner in fear, afraid that she would end up like them.

The fear in her heart kept increasing, and even the slightest movement could disturb her. She pressed against the wall to increase her sense of security, but when she looked up, she saw words engraved on the wall. She got up suspiciously, and there was a count on the wall.

There are words she doesn't know written under the numbers, it seems to be Portuguese?

Is it the daily life recorded by the people locked here?

The more you look down, the more horrified you are, the entire wall is full of it, and it involves multiple languages.

It proves that people from many different countries have been imprisoned here.