delicious life

In response, he tightened his brows, turned around and said, "What did you think of?"

"No, no, don't be attacked..."

"Attack?" Duan Feng looked at Morrison who kept shaking his head, and suddenly remembered the robbery incident more than ten days ago. The robber first attacked Mo Ci and then robbed him with a knife. It took him a long time before Mo Ci handed him the money. Reaching out to grab it is not like robbery...

Duan Feng frowned, "I remember that Mo Ci was robbed a dozen days ago."

"It's not like this!" Morrison held his head, closed his eyes repressedly, Duan Feng captured the sentences overflowing from his mouth without omission.

"It's me, it's because of me..."

"I should have thought a long time ago that this would irritate him and be implicated..."

"No, it was just an accident, just an accident..."

"what do I do……"

Duan Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, locked onto Morrison who was immersed in his emotions, grabbed the collar of Morrison who was still muttering to himself, and dragged Morrison, an adult man, in front of him vigorously. fierce.

"Explain to me what you know, and give Mo Ci an explanation!"

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Three days later, country B, Kolobo Manor.

The golden sunlight at dusk shines on this manor with architectural features from the 17th century, kissing the well-planted trees. The sun occasionally shines into the largest building in the manor, dyeing the white building into a brilliant orange.

The manor consists of three sides, and the front is protected by high railings and gates.In the center of the manor’s empty space, there is a large fish pond made of stones. In the pond, there are monsters in language stories, standing upright and looking into the distance, elegant and noble.

The building in the manor is divided into two parts. On the ground floor of the building, there are two long galleries, parallel to each other, decorated with family portraits, extending to the side hall of the main building.The half-collapsed side hall was an independent house in the past. It is said to have been built in the 16th century. It has been preserved to this day and has been perfectly repaired.

Rhythmic footsteps sounded in the long corridor, with a cold face, a tall man in a black suit was led by a well-trained servant in a black uniform, and walked through the corridor, silently for the violent man Open the door and let the man walk back down the aisle.

The servant who led the way turned a corner and came to another long passage. At the end of the passage, he climbed several steps, passed through a small hall upstairs, and came to a door covered with baize. He opened the door, opened the two red curtains hanging in front of him, bowed respectfully to the man behind him, said "Mr. Frank" in a low voice, and then backed out.

The burly man in a black suit stepped on the thick and soft carpet, walked through an aisle, and landed his gaze precisely behind the bookcase on the side of the room. He ignored the priceless collections around him, stepped on the carpet, and went around to the bookcase. At the other end, I met the owner of Kolobo Manor.

"Frank, tell me the news you brought." The owner of the manor was wiping a black pistol with a shiny metallic luster with silk, and he didn't care about the arrival of the visitor, and asked in a casual tone.

The burly man took off the big sunglasses on his face, put them in the pocket of his jacket, and stood them upright, like a knight's spear, meticulous.

"Yes, Mr. Colombo, the man you asked us to bring has been very calm these two days. He ate all the food we sent. As you ordered, we did not conduct any interrogation on him. , During this period of time, he has not shown any negative emotions, and even changed the clothes prepared for him by the servant very cooperatively. Mr. Kolob, how do you plan to deal with him?"

The man said respectfully, without revealing any excess emotion on his face, waiting for the master of the manor to give an order.

"Calm?" The owner of the manor leaned on the soft easy chair with a smooth pistol, slowly put down the gun in his hand, and turned to play with the delicate statue on the round wooden table in front of him. The eagle-like sharp gaze swept towards the respectful subordinate in front of him, as if guessing the possibility of his sincere subordinate's words.

The burly man lowered his head, did not say a word, and stood motionless on the spot, allowing his master to look at his whole body.

"Frank, calm? He never asked the person behind the scenes who captured him?" the manor owner whispered, averted his falcon-like gaze, and continued to play with the statue in his hand.

"Yes, Mr Colombo, he didn't ask."

"Is that a little bit of fear?"

"No, he works and rests like a normal person. He sleeps and moves regularly. Does Mr. Kolob need us to scare him a little bit?" sneer.

"Oh? Be like a normal person, Frank, intimidate, no, no need, I'll meet him in person." The owner of the manor put down the exquisite statue, stood up from the chair, and there was no joy on his old-fashioned resolute face. But as Mr. Colombo's subordinate for many years, Frank knows very well that the more expressionless Mr. Colombo is, the more interested he is.

Frank didn't dare to think too much, and nodded respectfully, "I'll make arrangements."

68、chapter27

This is a cramped basement, a chair, a simple folding bed, and a low wooden table are all the furniture in this basement.

Simple and nothing superfluous.

Mo Ci has been spending the past two days in this basement with a small range of activities since he was attacked.

From the servants who brought him food and clothes in the meantime, it can be seen that he is now in a completely strange place.

kidnapping?

Unlike the previous kidnappers who demanded money, the man who stunned him with drugs was a burly Westerner. When he went out to attack, until now, Mo Ci had only seen him twice.

Not for the sake of money, this group of people didn't have any unnecessary conversations with him, even when they met, they just glanced at him hastily, didn't say a word to themselves, showed an extra threatening and ferocious expression, and regarded him as nothing.

Mo Ci was very aware of his current situation, he was completely monitored.

He wasn't sure if there were surveillance cameras installed in the basement where he was imprisoned, but when he just regained consciousness the day before yesterday, he pretended to be asleep and heard the whispered conversations coming from behind the airtight iron door in the basement, which deepened his anxiety. wary.

Being imprisoned in a small area like a prisoner, deprived of freedom, and every move must be monitored.

Mo Ci knew that the trick of yelling would not work, so he had no choice but to cut off the soaring doubts and curiosity in his heart, sit quietly on the head of the bed, calm down in the dark, and use psychological hints to tell himself that when he has not figured out the intention of the other party , do not have any negative emotions.

He can't be calm, and he can't be fearless, but in his long memory, he has been in unknown danger many times, escaped, and was chased back. Experience tells him that acting rashly now will cause incalculable consequences , at this moment, don't think too much about anything, just wait and see what happens, that's the right choice.

After waking up, he searched his whole body and found that all the communication tools on his body were confiscated. Mo Ci could not contact the outside world and was alone and helpless. Although he was panicked, he couldn't stop cheering himself up. Not a single bit of news was missed during the process.

Two days was not long, but it was infinitely extended in the darkness.

On the night of Shetelus, if I hadn't been so stubborn and had gone to the bonfire party, such a thing would not have happened.

I don't know if it's dark now?

Mo Ci showed a wry smile, thinking wildly in the dark basement, deliberately ignoring the panic of losing his freedom.

The sound of unlocking the heavy door interrupted Mo Ci's wandering thoughts, and Mo Ci raised his head doubtfully in the darkness.I don't understand why someone would open the door after the food was delivered today.

When he raised his head, Mo Ci heard a heavy snort coming from outside the heavy iron door, and the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the ground came one after another. Somebody pressed the switch there, and the dark and cramped basement was illuminated by lights. The bright, crude furniture was exposed to strong light, Mo Ci squinted his eyes, and it took him a long time to get used to the light in the basement.

Suddenly, two people entered the cramped basement.

The middle-aged man walking in front had a very wide back, short brown hair combed back, revealing a broad forehead, a thick beard growing on his chin, his head held high, and he looked very proud.

A pair of completely unfamiliar ice-green eyes, tightly frowned eyebrows, and slightly closed his wide eyelids, so that the eyelids completely surround the eyeballs, reducing the scope of vision. His eyes glanced back and forth at Mo Ci who was leaning on the folding bed.

Mo Ci was overwhelmed by this sharp look, as if a stranger had seen through his mind, and retracted his arm placed by the bed, feeling very uncomfortable.

The strange middle-aged man looked at him unabashedly, frowning.

The sense of compulsion made Mo Ci quickly look away, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced behind the middle-aged man, the tall man who had a double-sided relationship and kidnapped him directly here.

Under the calm scrutiny, Kong seemed to be frozen.This sense of depression that came out of nowhere was imposed on him by a strange middle-aged man.The man who kidnapped him stood behind the middle-aged man with his head bowed, his back slightly bent, and his respectful appearance showed that the two were in a subordinate relationship.

Only those in positions of power have this sense of oppression. Mo Ci thinks of his father who always has a straight face, expressionless face, and tight lips. This bloody, menacing sense of oppression is not the father who has been in the business world for many years. able to be released.

sharp, arrogant, serious, dismissive