The male god I flirted with collided with me

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"How is he?"

"Not yet awake."

"Don't let him die."

"understood!"

The strange tone entered his ears, and He Yiming struggled to open his sticky eyelids.

I haven't used my eyes for a long time, and my first sight is a cloud of white mist. At the same time, the nerves of the limbs and bones are slowly fatigued, and the hunger that burns through the stomach can't help but attack the senses.

The white mist finally dissipated, He Yiming focused on the focal length, his thoughts went back inch by inch, and finally stopped on that soft hand.

He Yiming's attention was quickly attracted by the voice outside the door.

His heart was beating like thunder, and he forced to abandon all distractions in his body, and listened intently for a while.

The men and women spoke at the speed of pouring beans, and the intonation was similar to the dialect of the southern region. He Yiming carefully identified it, but he couldn't tell what language it was.

Unable to get information from the conversation.

He Yiming exhaled suddenly, this action almost took away all the strength in his body.

He began to observe his surroundings.This is a very dark wooden house. The wood has rotted black due to moisture. The structure is similar to some old wooden houses in some mountain villages in the south. The air is filled with the rotten smell of wood, stuffy and sticky.

His hands and feet were tied behind his back, and one cheek was pressed against the wet, moldy board, like a dead dog thrown on the ground.

He Yiming imitated the protagonist in the movie and struggled with his hands and feet. Suddenly, his joints felt an unspeakable numbness.

At this time, he could no longer care about the pain, He Yiming turned his hands and feet numbly, and found that the rope was not tied tightly, and there was room for his hands and feet to move, but it was impossible to break free like the protagonist in the movie.

This is not the first time he wakes up, he was stunned again before he opened his eyes a few times before, He Yiming can only feel that he is lying in the car bumping along the way.

So, he had no idea that he had been in a coma for a few days.

Will someone find him missing and come to his rescue?

All of a sudden, various thoughts flooded in, and He Yiming felt infinite panic in his heart.

What is this place?Who tied him up?Why tie him up?

In his perception, kidnapping is far away from their lives. Even if he occasionally sees it on the news, the victims are children and women. He did not expect that he, a young and vigorous adult man, would be kidnapped.

The only fortunate thing is that he still had a chance to wake up, and his internal organs were not gutted out when he lost consciousness.

He Yiming breathed heavily, his attention was always outside.

The weird voices of the men and women stopped, and the sound of footsteps went further and further away.

There were two people outside, and He Yiming heard that one person had left, and another person was outside.

He Yiming closed his eyes and waited for a while, but he didn't see the person coming in. While heaving a sigh of relief, he carefully looked at the old and decayed wooden house. There was no light in this room, only the dusty yellow light came in through the cracks in the wood.

This room has two floors, the roof is very high, there is a beam in the middle, and a dozen small woods on both sides are like fish bones, supporting the gray tiles.

He should be on the second floor, and He Yiming could see a black object with a bad smell from the gap between the wooden boards.

A bench with one leg missing was placed near the wooden door. The surface of the bench was polished brightly, but the legs were covered with oil stains.

At He Yiming's height, he could see a dusty square table next to the bench.

On the inside is a bed sheet that was popular in the 80s and [-]s, and the quilt is crumpled. He Yiming's grandma's house still uses this style of bed sheet.

He Yiming probably knows from the environment that this is a very poor mountain village. This house doesn't even have any electrical appliances, only the stains accumulated by the owner for decades. On this condition, he doesn't have to worry about being gutted for the time being.

From time to time, the sound of guards walking could be heard outside the door.

He Yiming's brain was running fast, trying to sit up by himself, but when he tried hard, he realized that his body was limp.

He hadn't eaten in the past few days in a coma, which made it difficult for him to even breathe.

Time passed by little by little. I don't know how long it took, but the beam of light entering the house became weaker and weaker.

He Yiming heard a creak, and the wooden door was pushed open.

A strong figure stood at the door, the light pierced into He Yiming's eyes, and the eyes that hadn't seen the light for a long time narrowed immediately.

Under the glare of the light, He Yiming saw a burly man coming in with heavy steps.

He walked very casually. When he saw He Yiming, he snorted and stopped in front of He Yiming's head.

He Yiming felt an invisible sense of oppression from the man's tall figure and arrogance.

He widened his eyes, and what he saw was a pair of industrial shoes stained with mud. His eyes moved up bit by bit along the man's strong thighs, and his eyes stopped on the wooden box held by the man.

Immediately, He Yiming's hairs stood on end.

The man has been watching He Yiming's small movements, and seeing his horrified appearance, he kicked He Yiming's head with his feet, like kicking a dying animal at home.

Knowing that the animals could not die for the time being, the man exerted force on his feet, but when the industrial shoes touched He Yiming's forehead, the skin he touched immediately sent back an unbearable pain to the brain.

Not only physical pain, but also psychological humiliation.

From the moment he woke up, He Yiming clearly realized that he has no human dignity here.

He Yiming remained silent, carefully identifying the man with his eyes.

This is a rough-looking middle-aged man with lingering fierceness in his eyebrows and eyes, and a dark scar from the corner of his eye to his ear.

It was the man he had seen arguing with the young woman before he was knocked out.

He Yiming lowered his eyelashes and lowered his gaze.

The man kicked He Yiming casually, and seeing that he had indeed woken up, he muttered an incomprehensible sentence, and left with his wooden cang on his shoulders.

About half an hour later, the wooden door was violently pushed open again. The man strode in with the wooden warehouse in one hand and a bowl wrapped in the other, and then grabbed He Yiming's head and made him face up.

The rough technique almost tore He Yiming's scalp, He Yiming panted heavily, and barely supported his upper body with the strength of his waist and abdomen.

Then, the man pinched He Yiming's jaw involuntarily, and violently poured the contents of the bowl into it.

goo go go go-

He Yiming swallowed quickly. The taste of this food was extremely bad. It had an indescribable texture, like porridge and paste. If he tasted it normally, he would definitely suspect that it had gone bad. But now he was so hungry that he was powerless, let alone just the taste. Even if it tasted bad, he would swallow it without hesitation.

The man force-feeds food without caring whether the person in his hand can swallow it in time.

He Yiming didn't have time to chew, and a third of the mush flowed down his chin despite the non-stop swallowing in his throat.

"Cough cough cough-"

After the mush had been poured, the middle-aged man wiped his hands with He Yiming's clothes, cursed and walked out.

"Wait a minute." After coughing, He Yiming made a dry voice.

The middle-aged man paused, raised his scar symbolizing cruelty, "Little bastard, what are you doing!"

It was still using a language that He Yiming could not understand.

He Yiming sat up slightly, looked straight at the man, "I know you can speak Chinese."

He didn't know what this place was, what his situation was, at least he couldn't sit still.

At least death is also death to understand.

He Yiming went all out.

The middle-aged man looked at the man on the ground quite unexpectedly. The man was very handsome, lying on the ground like a dead dog, his slender limbs were tied backwards. Although he was embarrassed, he could still see that the man was in good shape.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows furiously, his voice wrapped in anger, "Say!"

Pure Mandarin pronunciation.

He Yiming's heart skipped a beat when he was yelled at by the impulsive tone of the man, he calmly said, "What place is this?"

The middle-aged man chuckled. He looked fierce, and instead of being kind, his smile made people feel cold, "This is Myanmar!"

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"That's how it happened." Liang Rushi finished talking about the incident in a panic, and asked anxiously, "Officer, can you find it?"

The police officer in charge of the recording paused his movements and said soothingly, "We have been out of contact for more than three days. We will try our best to investigate, but your friend is already an adult and fully capable of acting. It is not ruled out to go on a trip and go home. Wait for the possibility, if you are really too worried, you can go to the places he often goes to have a look."

The words of the police could not convince Liang Rushi at all.

Three days ago, after He Yiming left his house, he could no longer contact He Yiming.

At the beginning, he just sent a WeChat message to urge He Yiming, but the message was like a muddlehead, and no one replied.

Liang Rushi became restless and called He Yiming's cell phone, which showed that it was turned off.

Liang Rushi had to pay attention.

Although He Yiming would not read WeChat if he played too much, it made no sense to even turn off his mobile phone.

Recalling He Yiming's mental state two days before his disappearance, Liang Rushi was terrified by his own imagination.

Even if the boss and the second child persuaded him that with He Yiming's character, he would not be in a state of death, but in the next two days, even they became worried.

Because although He Yiming can see it openly, he will never keep in touch with them.

On the third day after He Yiming lost contact, they did not hesitate to call the police. The eldest and the second were not in the mood to go to work, so they asked for leave to accompany Liang Rushi.

The hearts of all three are hanging.

"We have searched the places where Lao Yi often goes, but no one has seen him." Liang Rushi frowned tightly, as if thinking of a possibility, he boldly said, "Officer, we understand Lao Yi's character. , He won’t die or live because of emotional matters. I remember he made a phone call, and he was obviously in a better mood than before, and it should be someone he liked before who called him.”

The police were very interested in the new clues provided by Liang Rushi: "Tell me about it."

Liang Rushi bit his lip, and a heavy look flashed in his eyes, "Old Yi just resigned from the company where he was intern, and his partner is the boss of the company. They lived together before, but after they broke up, they moved to my place."

A possibility quickly flashed through his mind, and Liang Ru gritted his teeth and said, "Old Yi didn't tell me why they broke up, but I remember that Lao Yi knew that the man spent the night with another woman behind his back! They must have done it!"

Rich people really don't have a good thing!

Lao Yi's intentional disappearance must have something to do with Fang Yize!

And maybe that Huang Xixi got involved too.

The more Liang Rushi thought about it, the more likely it was!

"Officer, you must check on Fang Yize!"

The police officer has seen such an emotional caller many times. He tactfully appeased Liang Rushi, "We will visit and investigate the information you provided. What is the name of the company your friend joined before?"