Reborn in 1980, I became the sweet wife of a tough guy

As the sun set, the small window on the door suddenly opened with a "squeak", and a man's face appeared in the window. His eyes scanned around the room, and finally settled on Qiao An'an in the corner.

This person is the salesman.

Qiao Anan has been imprisoned in this dark attic for seven or eight hours, and there is still no water left. Her eyes had long lost their former brightness, leaving only endless despair.

At this moment, she raised her hands with great effort and gestured to the man outside the window. Her fingers moved across her palms, as if she was writing something.

The man frowned and looked at her in confusion. Joanne did not give up. She continued to gesture vigorously, and every movement seemed so urgent.

Finally, the man seemed to understand something. He turned around and left. After a while, he reappeared at the window with a pen and paper in his hand.

The man handed the pen and paper to Qiao An'an. With trembling hands, Qiao An'an struggled to write a few lines on the paper: "What do you want? If you want money, I will write a letter to my husband and he will definitely give the money." of."

Her handwriting was a little messy, but she still tried to stay awake.

The man took the paper. He was silent for a while, and then said, "Wait a little longer until our boss speaks."

Qiao An'an's heart sank. She knew that this meant that she would continue to wait in this dark attic. It was too difficult to live with a sword hanging above her head and leave her destiny to others.

Qiao Anan thought of something again, raised her head, took the paper from the man's hand, "Let me out, I want to go to the toilet."

The man handed over a small bucket, "Just settle it in there, don't be naughty, it won't do you any good."

Qiao An'an changed her request, "Give me a small mirror and a comb. I don't want to be alone."

The man was satisfied with Qiao An'an.

People are like rice and steel, so Qiao Anan chose to lower her head, finished the tasteless bowl of rice, and drank another glass of water.

……

Lin Dong arrived at around seven o'clock in the morning, anxious and panicked to the naked eye.

"what is going on?"

Ji Cheng asked Wang Feng to tell the story again and let him go about his business.

"Lin Dong, what do you think of this person? Did he lie?"

"Based on my experience, he probably didn't lie. Did An An disappear yesterday? Have you received any news? If it was kidnapping and ransom, there should be news."

"This is also what worries me. The person has disappeared, but this group of people has not made any demands."

Ji Cheng took out the note.

Lin Dong looked at it and held it tightly in his hand.

"How much confidence does this have? It's because we think we can't find him that we're here for An An. Ji Cheng, take me to the scene to have a look."

This is the second time Ji Cheng has come to the scene, and he still maintains his original appearance.

There were not many things in the room, and there were not many traces left behind. The two of them searched carefully for any clues. On the side of the door, Ji Cheng found half a shoe mud mark.

Why half? Because the door is the interface between bluestone slabs and yard soil.

"Lin Dong, come here."

Ji Cheng pointed out to Lin Dong that the mud on the ground was already dry. Lin Dong took it in his hand and gently crushed it.

"This is clay. There is very little in the village. It is usually brought here to renovate houses." Ji Cheng stood up and said, "Lin Dong, you continue to look for clues. I will go out and see who has clay."

"it is good."

Ji Cheng walked out of the door and walked some distance eastward, but found no clay. He changed direction again and walked some distance eastward. Sure enough, he found a pile of clay in front of a household's door.

The edge of the clay has been stepped on firmly, but a heavy rain the day before yesterday softened the edge, and there are a few separate footprints on it.

Ji Cheng compared the patterns carefully. If he remembered correctly, they were the same size as the footprints in the yard, and even the patterns on the soles were the same. No accident, they should belong to the same person.

Ji Cheng compared the position of the footprints again and looked back at the family behind him.

The landlord came quickly. He found that there were three houses in his house, which were originally occupied by his wife. The old man passed away two months ago, and the house has been vacant since then.

"Can you please open the door and let us go in and take a look?"

Although the landlord was impatient, he still opened the door due to Ji Cheng's identity.

The three houses were in disrepair. According to the owner, the clay outside the door was used to repair the house.

Entering the room, there were indeed signs of human activity, debris was moved, and there were new footprints on the ground.

There was fresh feces in the dry toilet.

Ji Cheng asked the landlord: "Did you do it?"

The landlord shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, it's been almost two years, and I've never come in. There's no need to come to take a dump."

"Have you ever borrowed a key?"

"There is no house in such a dilapidated condition. Who would use it?"

Ji Cheng pointed to the toilet, "How do you explain this?"

"Come in through the lock."

Lin Dong said that sliding doors and picking locks is a necessary skill for thieves. They can do it with just a piece of wire. Ordinary people can't even detect it if they are skilled at it.

The small door of a small room is closed. The owner said that this is the staircase to the attic. In the summer, people go there to enjoy the cool air and sometimes dry their clothes.

Ji Cheng brought Lin Dong to the attic. The two of them carefully opened the door and walked in.

The attic was dark and cool, and there was an indescribable sense of depression in the air.

Ji Cheng and Lin Dong carefully checked every corner of the room, looking for possible clues. They noticed the small bucket on the windowsill and the papers and pens scattered on the floor.

Ji Cheng knelt down and picked up a piece of paper. The handwriting on it was messy. It was Qiao Anan's letter of distress written to the kidnapper.

Every word and every word tugged at Ji Cheng's heart.

Lin Dong walked to the window and carefully looked at the situation inside and outside the window.

He noticed that there seemed to be some scratches on the wall. He stretched out his hand and touched it, frowning. The scratches looked like someone had made them with a sharp object, but they didn't look like they were accidental.

"There seems to be writing on it."

Ji Cheng came over after hearing this and turned on the flashlight. There were indeed a few words on it: three bad guys.

Does this mean there are three bad guys?

However, there are no other clues.

……

Qiao Anan was transferred overnight. It felt like she had been walking for a long time in the car, and she was so shaken that she stopped.

The half of the glass was still in her hand, but she didn't dare to move rashly. Firstly, there were three people on the other side, and secondly, it was the middle of the night. Even if she broke free, she wouldn't be able to escape far.

After getting off the car, Qiao Anan counted ninety-eight steps in her mind, and then she was carried up the steps on her shoulders before she stopped.

The person playing the salesman opened the door and said, "Ms. Qiao, please."

Qiao Anan was stunned. This person has not been polite since yesterday. What happened tonight?

After Qiao Anan entered, the door was locked.

"Ms. Qiao, there is bath water in the next room, you can take a bath."

Qiao Anan's body was all rancid and smelly. After struggling internally for a long time, she decided to wash it off.