Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

"Om..."

A dull sound kept roaring in An Qing's ears, as if to amplify her heartbeat infinitely.

She slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a heart-pounding darkness, with only a few faint rays of light flickering in the darkness.

She was horrified to find that her wrists and ankles were tightly bound by icy cold metal, and her whole body was firmly fixed to an extremely hard chair, unable to move at all.

She tried desperately to recall what had happened, but her memory seemed to be swallowed up by a huge black hole. Only scattered, fragmented fragments remained that could not be pieced together.

"This is where?"

She wanted to speak eagerly, but found in despair that her mouth was tightly blocked by something unknown. She could only make a faint "woohoo" sound, appearing particularly helpless in this silent space.

At this moment, a low roar of the spacecraft engine came from the distance. The sound seemed to come from the distant sky, carrying an unsettling power.

She could clearly feel the ship speeding through the sky, and the slight vibration was transmitted to her body through the chair, gradually synchronizing with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Each beat made her more conscious and aware of her predicament.

As time went on, her vision gradually adjusted to the darkness and she began to try to make out the outlines of her surroundings.

She looked through a small window and saw the snow-white clouds outside and the bright and intoxicating moon hanging high in the night sky.

It seemed that the airship was flying above the clouds like a lone bird.

This place is probably a warehouse or something like that, filled with all kinds of miscellaneous items in a disorderly manner.

The floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was obvious that it had not been cleaned for a long time.

As the spacecraft continued to move in the air, the dust and an unknown fragment also floated aimlessly in the air.

Some of the dust even got into An Qing's nasal cavity, causing her to cough uncontrollably. She was choked so much that tears flowed out uncontrollably.

An Qing tried to calm her breathing, forced herself to calm down, and thought about how to get out of the current predicament.

When An Qing tried hard to calm down, her thoughts gradually became clear like combed silk threads.

Those fragments of memory, like puzzle pieces scattered on the ground, began to slowly piece together.

Finally, after some difficult recollection, she succeeded in remembering it.

At that time, in the underground laboratory, her eyes swept around casually, and at that moment, she suddenly saw the pumpkin spirit.

At that moment, it was so unexpected that she didn't have time to react.

The appearance of the pumpkin spirit was like a sudden meteorite hitting the calm lake, causing her brain to go blank in an instant.

Then, a surprising scene happened.

That extremely small pumpkin spirit unexpectedly flew out from under Fujiwara Midori's skirt.

An Qing's heart was suddenly filled with doubts. She racked her brains but could not imagine how Fujiwara Suiza had successfully brought in this Pokémon despite layers of strict inspections.

Moreover, she had no idea in which specific part of the skirt Fujiwara Midori had hidden the pumpkin spirit.

However, the facts are so clear before our eyes that there is no room for doubt.

The pumpkin spirit emitted a strange energy wave towards the blue orb in An Qing's hand.

The energy fluctuations seemed to carry some elusive mysterious power, causing An Qing to feel a strong sense of palpitations.

Then, the indigo orb suddenly emitted an intense light, the light was so dazzling and bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Immediately afterwards, An Qing lost consciousness.

When An Qing regained consciousness, the situation was already like this.

She was tied tightly to this cold, hard chair, in this dark and unfamiliar environment, her heart filled with endless uneasiness.

She had no idea how long she had been unconscious, and her heart was filled with confusion. She wasn't even sure if she was still on the familiar land of China.

Through the slowly moving clouds outside the window, An Qing was able to roughly estimate the speed of the airship based on his experience.

That speed was not fast, and might not even be as fast as the speed Tian Mengru usually used her Pidgeot to carry the two of them.

However, at this speed, if you start from the imperial capital, it will only take one day and one night to fly out of China.

An Qing subconsciously wanted to lick her lips which were so dry that they were about to crack. However, since her mouth was tightly blocked by something, she had to swallow her saliva with difficulty instead.

She secretly estimated that she had not eaten or consumed water for a long time, and her body had begun to send various signs of weakness.

The Huaxia Alliance should have taken action by now, but she didn't know if she could hold on until then.

Thinking of this, An Qing slowly closed her eyes, her heart full of worry and uneasiness.

Various possible situations kept emerging in An Qing's mind.

If she was really taken out of China, what would be waiting for her?

She tried to stay calm and think of ways to escape.

……

At the same time, the cockpit of the airship was filled with an atmosphere of tension that was almost suffocating.

Sakurai Mitsuki stared coldly at Fujiwara Suizawa, who was wearing a white coat and black stockings, with her icy eyes, her tone full of questioning.

"なぜその女をkillさないのですか?" (Why not kill that woman?)

There was anger burning in her eyes, as if she saw through Fujiwara Suizawa. Her questioning words were like sharp arrows, shooting straight at Fujiwara Suizawa.

However, Fujiwara Suiza seemed exceptionally calm. She held an indigo orb in one hand, and the orb emitted a mysterious light in her hand.

He waved his other hand gently, with a faint smile on his face, and said with a smile:

"そんなに杀気立っていては、しわが生じやすいよ～" (Don't be so murderous, it's easy to get wrinkles~)

Her voice was soft and lazy, as if she didn't take Sakurai Mitsuki's questioning to heart at all.

She looked relaxed, as if she was at a leisurely tea party.

After hearing what Fujiwara Sumire said, Sakurai Mitsuki snorted coldly, her voice full of dissatisfaction and disdain.

She turned around and lifted up her long legs, her graceful curves drawing an arc in the air.

Sakurai Mitsuki looked away, no longer looking at Fujiwara Suiza, and didn't say anything else.

Her silence seemed like a silent protest, expressing her dissatisfaction with Fujiwara Suizawa's decision.

She also knew that at this moment, saying more would be of no use.

She could only express her emotions in this way, waiting for further developments.