Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

The next morning, Han Sen got up half an hour earlier than usual, and Nietzsche was still sleeping at this time.

According to the usual habit, after washing up in his room, Han Sen first went to Nietzsche's room, filled the kettle with hot water and put it on the counter to start boiling water, then put the bucket by the door and started sweeping the floor. land.

When Han Sen cleaned the inside and outside, Nietzsche also got up.

Han Sen made a cup of coffee and put it on the coffee table by the bed, then cleaned the ashtrays on the coffee table and the dining table and put them back.

"Mr. Nietzsche, let's have some coffee first."

Nietzsche sat down on the sofa beside the coffee table, Han Sen brought the coffee over, and Nietzsche picked up the cup and took a silent sip.

Han Sen took the bucket and mop out, put them in the storage room in the corridor, and then turned them back.

Nietzsche took two sips of coffee quietly, and tapped the table with his slender fingers, "Pass me a cigarette."

Nietzsche said in a low voice.

Han Sen gave a low hum, and smoked a cigarette from the cigarettes on the refrigerator. Nietzsche bit the cigarette in his mouth. Han Sen bent down to light the cigarette for Nietzsche. Nietzsche took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the pale white mist Floating out from those bright red lips.

Han Sen stood up straight, drank a cup of hot water, then looked around,

"I have sent the clothes to the laundry room. I will pick them up tomorrow morning. Breakfast is ready and the hot water is ready. There is nothing else to do."

With a cigarette in his hand, Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen with his dark green eyes, and then nodded.

Han Sen coughed, pulled out a pair of black socks from the cabinet, squatted in front of Nietzsche's knees, and put Nietzsche's feet on the socks neatly.

"I go first."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche, turned and walked out.

When Han Sen went out, the sky had already turned white. Han Sen put his hands in his pockets, walked through the corridor, and walked straight to the police room in front of the prison.

"Name."

The jailer in the police room looked at Han Sen, holding a black signature pen in his hand.

"Han Sen."

The jailer nodded, looked at it and said:

"Numbering."

"c203."

The jailer recorded it, then looked at the file in his hand and the form of the last parole, and said formulaically: "The parole time is from 07:30 this morning to 07:30 in the afternoon, do you still know?"

Han Sen nodded.

The jailer said again:

"It's good to know, someone asked me to tell you to come back on time... Besides, we have regulations here, if you come back late, you will be locked up for a month, you know?"

The jailer in the police room looked at Han Sen meaningfully.

You don't need to think about it, but the person who asked the jailer to tell Han Sen was Nietzsche Lutheran.

"Yes, I will be back on time."

"you can go now."

Han Sen turned around and walked out. The gate of the prison opened slowly in front of Han Sen. Han Sen raised his legs and walked out.

"boom--"

With a heavy bang, the gate of the prison closed slowly behind Han Sen.

Han Sen looked up and saw a black car quietly waiting in front of the prison slowly approaching him.

"Are you Han Sen?"

A man poked his head out of the car, half of his body was exposed, and looked at Han Sen.

Han Sen glanced at the man and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Nietzsche Lutheran sent me over."

Han Sen looked straight at the man. He was a man in his thirties, wearing a neat black suit and a neat blue dot tie around his neck.

The man nodded, looked Han Sen up and down quickly, then pulled the car and said, "Come in!"

Han Sen nodded and sat up.

As soon as Han Sen sat in, the man reached out and patted the seat of the car in front, "Okay, we can go."

As soon as the man spoke, the car began to move slowly,

"Hey, do you think that bastard Akino will come over today?"

The man driving in front turned his head and looked, with anger in his voice.

The man nodded: "How could that villain Akino not come over for such a big matter? 50 is not a small amount."

The man gave a low laugh, stretched out his hand and tugged at the tie that was buttoned around his neck, and said fiercely: "Let him be arrogant for a while, and when our patriarch comes out, he will definitely tear that Akino bitch into pieces! Patriarch I will definitely use all the criminal methods I can think of on him...hehe..."

Thinking of this, the man smiled happily.

The man turned his head to look at Han Sen,

"you look very young."

Han Sen pursed his lips, looked at the man and said:

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

The man smiled, then collected his expression, looked at Han Sen, and said seriously:

"Listen, Matthew is now kidnapped by Akino, and Akino said that he would never kill the person we went to pay the ransom, and we can't guarantee whether he will do what he said.

When you go in for a while, just hand over the money to Akino and think about it. Don’t say anything else, because you say too much and make mistakes. Do what they ask you to do. We will wait for you outside. If you come out , we will send you back safely. "

"What if I can't get out?"

The man driving turned to look at Han Sen.

"Then we can only resign ourselves to fate."

The man smiled in a low voice, his expression was a little irritable, and he reached out and pulled off the neat tie around his neck, as if he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

Han Sen turned his head and looked out the window expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice:

"I will definitely come out, you don't need to wait for me, I can go back by myself."

This place is very close to Shen Zui's home, Han Sen wanted to visit Shen Zui and discuss some issues with him by the way.

The man looked at Han Sen in astonishment. This kid had been with the patriarch since he debuted, and he really didn't have stage fright. Just from his expression, there was no expression of fear or worry at all.

At such a young age, he can be so calm and inexplicably give him a convincing feeling, which makes him feel a little surprised.

The car stopped at a high-end modern handmade mill, and the surrounding doors were closed. This mill is also the same. From the outside, all the windows and doors are tightly blocked by white curtains. up.

"Okay, get out of the car."

The man waved his hand, Han Sen opened the door and walked down.

The man opened the trunk of the car, took out a brown leather box, handed it to Han Sen and said, "Here is 50, you go in with the box and redeem Matthew."

After speaking, the man will hand over the box to Han Sen.

Han Sen didn't take the box, but stretched out his hand and pressed the box, "Wait."

The man didn't say a word, Han Sen quickly opened the box to have a look, and confirmed that there was indeed 50 cash in it.

"Okay, you guys wait for me here."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen carried the box and walked towards the handmade mill that was covered by curtains.

Han Sen stood outside and knocked on the door, and said in a deep voice:

"Open the door, I'm here to deliver something to you."

Suddenly the door was pulled open, two Chinese men rushed out, stretched out their hands and grabbed Han Sen's collar and quickly entered the mill, then reached out and closed the door roughly behind Han Sen, and threw Han Sen Sen pressed behind the door and questioned fiercely.

"Damn it! Who sent you here?! You are Chinese?! How could that arrogant Nietzsche devil send Chinese people here?!"

Both of them pointed their guns at Han Sen, and the muzzle of the gun hit Han Sen's temple heavily. Because of the excessive force, Han Sen felt a dull pain, probably because the gun muzzle scratched his skin, Han Sen thought .

Han Sen pulled his lips, raised his hands, and said in Chinese:

"I was indeed sent by Nietzsche Lutheran. If I don't send the money, he will kill me. I can't help it. I must die."

Probably because Han Sen was very calm, the two men who pointed at Han Sen were speechless, and the gun slowly left his head.

"Ha ha……"

A man's deep laughter came from behind him. Han Sen turned his face calmly and saw a man wearing a white shirt and black slacks walking slowly.

This man is about 30 years old. He wears a thin gold necklace around his neck, has a very energetic crew cut, and wears a pair of black flip-flops with his bare feet. He looks very casual in his clothes, but his eyes are very aggressive. Looking at Han Sen, he said, "Boy, you are brave. Are you from Nietzsche?"

Han Sen glanced at the man,

"Sir, I'm sorry, I just came to deliver a box, and I'm just a nobody, I don't know anything else."

Qiu Ye walked straight in front of Han Sen, squeezed Han Sen's chin and said, "What kind of man do you think Nietzsche is?"

Han Sen also looked straight at Qiu Ye, "He is a complete pervert, I think you know this better than me."

"Haha! I love that adjective!"

Qiu Ye suddenly let go of the fingers pinching Han Sen's chin, looked at Han Sen viciously and said, "Go back and tell Nietzsche Lutheran that our relationship is not over yet! I, Qiu Ye, will never let him go!"

After finishing speaking, Akino Shuu smiled, "Boy, there are still many opportunities for us to meet..."

"Bring it!"

The man next to him took down Han Sen's box, sat on the ground, opened it, looked at it, and said to Akino, "Brother, it's okay."

Qiu Ye nodded, gave Han Sen a cold look, then turned around and walked out through the back door.

"Stand here and don't move!!"

A man pointed a gun at Han Sen, then threw a sack at Han Sen's feet, then stepped back quickly, and walked out through the back door. Soon, the sound of a car starting came from outside.

Han Sen reached out and pinched his chin, loosening his shoulders.

The sack at the feet made humming and chirping sounds, and the body of the person tied in the sack kept struggling, rolling back and forth and trembling at his feet.

Han Sen bent down and reached out to untie the tied top of the sack, revealing Matthew who was bound all over.

Matthew's mouth was blocked, and a pair of silver-gray eyes looked straight at Han Sen. His head was covered with blue veins, his forehead was covered with thin sweat, and his cheeks were dirty.

"Woooooooo..."

The scar on Matthew's scar face began to stir due to excitement, like a centipede lying on his face, probably because of the blood congestion in his head, the scar had already started to turn red, it looked a little scary and nausea.

Han Sen sat down, pinched Matthew's chin, and smiled silently, "Long time no see, Matthew."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen reached out and loosened the straps that tied Matthew's mouth and body.

Matthew stood up unsteadily, unable to stand still for a while, and then suddenly lay on Han Sen's body, and Han Sen helped him out.

Matthew's legs trembled, his expression was confused, and he said as he walked:

"Hurry up, hurry up... tell the boss, there is a ghost in the family... hurry up..."

Han Sen helped him out of the warehouse door without saying a word, and handed Matthew to the man waiting outside the warehouse.

The man saw Matthew coming out, and both of them quickly stepped forward, supported Matthew, and put him in the car.

"Trouble you, Han Sen! Thanks to you today."

The man lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, frowned tiredly, took a deep breath, and then handed the cigarette case to Han Sen, "Do you want one?"

Han Sen shook his head, "I don't smoke," then looked around and said:

"Okay, you go back first, I will explain the situation here to Mr. Nietzsche, you hurry up and go."

In order to prevent a possible ambush, Han Sen suggested that they drive first.

"how about you?"

The man looked at Han Sen and took a puff of cigarette, almost to the end of a cigarette. His expression looked very nervous. During this time, they had been devastated by this matter.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'll go back by myself."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen reached out and patted the man's shoulder, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked quickly towards Shen Zui's house.

The man suddenly threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, raised his foot and stepped on it, looked at Han Sen's tall and straight back, took a breath, opened the door and got in the car.