Chapter 2 Kidnapper

Author: Bai Ningyou

Chapter 2 Kidnapper

Yan Yuan had already left the inn.

While she was dazed, she also had a dream.

She dreamed of boundless white snow. In the dream, she was dragging a heavy raft, one foot deep and one foot shallow, carrying the weight forward in the snowfield. It was really a long and desperate dream. In her sleep,

It felt like she was in an ice cellar. The coldness was like worms, burrowing into her body. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get out...

Then it dawned.

The sunlight passed through the window and fell on her eyelashes.

Yan Yuan was still tossing and turning in her nightmare. She sat up in a daze and immediately lowered her head to hold her hands.

The hand in sight has slender fingers, and the fingertips and sleeves are long and white. It is not at all like the bloodstains seen in the dream.

Fortunately, it was just a nightmare.

Yan Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.

She was no longer in the guest room of the inn. She was now in a small mud house, the kind commonly seen outside the customs made of mud mixed with stones from the river bank. The "bed" underneath her

Covered with thick straw.

At this time, the sun shines on the straw, and a subtle smell of decaying vegetation wafts through the house.

The fur coat on her body was covered with dried mud, and the dust would fall off one after another at the slightest movement.

It doesn't matter to Yan Yuan.

She dusted off her clothes and got out of bed, walked to the door and pushed it.

The door was indeed locked.

She had no choice but to go back to the bed and look out of the window.

The sun was shining brightly outside the house, the blue sky was clear, and there were bursts of noise from the green grassland in the distance, as if someone was arguing fiercely about something.

After a long time, footsteps finally came over, and the door creaked open.

A teenage boy came in. He was startled when he saw Yan Yuan, and then retreated, shouting as he ran:

"Brother! Big brother! The sheep woke up!"

Yan Yuan was slightly startled.

Sheep is a slang word spread outside the customs. They call the meat coupons that can be tied into hands called sheep, those that can be exchanged for gold and silver are called treasure sheep, those that can only be sold as livestock outside the country are called live sheep, and those that get nothing are called dead sheep. But.

This happened many years ago. Since her father's eyes hurt when he saw the kidnappers from Montenegro more than ten years ago, and he sent people to kill all their dogs and wipe out the nine tribes, the officialdom has been peaceful for many years.

Why are there still people practicing this way now?

After a while, the boy's eldest brother opened the door and walked into the room.

It was a man in his early thirties. He had dark skin and a scar running from the corner of one eye to the ear on the other side. He stared at Yan Yuan with a pair of cloudy eyes, as if he wanted to be on her.

Stare out a hole.

"After sleeping all day, I thought I was dead." He approached Yan Yuan, pinched her chin roughly, looked around, and said with a grin, "Hey, are you scared to death?"

Yan Yuan struggled wildly and was soon thrown onto the bed made of straw.

"Watch her carefully. A young lady with such delicate skin and tender flesh can easily commit suicide."

The man said nothing and walked straight out the door.

"Wait a minute." Yan Yuan stopped him before she went out and asked him in a low voice, "When are you... going to ask for the ransom from my father?"

"Don't ask your parents for it." The man turned around and sneered, "Someone else will pay the ransom for you."

The door was locked again.

Yan Yuan lowered her head and gently rubbed her pinched wrist:

She originally thought that they used incense to stun her and kidnapped her overnight to get some ransom, but things didn't seem to be simple.

They were not ordinary robbers, and they had no intention of informing her family.

Was he ordered by someone?

The charcoal in the inn was affected by dampness, and she was forced to move to an inn. Was this planned?

She was thinking on the spot when she suddenly heard a subtle "coo" sound.

That's her belly.

She wasn't particularly full last night, but now that it was already three o'clock in the morning, she was already so hungry that her chest pressed against her back.

Yan Yuan raised her head and looked around, and immediately saw a pair of round eyes outside the window.

That was the young man just now. He had obeyed the orders of his elder brother and was watching her motionlessly to prevent her from committing suicide.

Yan Yuan walked to the window and said with some embarrassment: "Well... is there anything to eat?"

The young man's eyes widened.

Yan Yuan thought he didn't hear clearly, so she repeated again: "I'm hungry, can you get me some food and water?"

The young man's eyes flashed with disbelief, and soon he showed a look of disgust: "Go, go, go, what right does a sheep have to eat? Your little grandpa is still hungry!"

"Can you get me some hot water?" Yan Yuan took a step back.

"No, I have to keep an eye on you and never leave."

The young man refused without hesitation.

Then there is no other way for now.

Yan Yuan stared at the boy's face and thought for a long time. She turned around and returned to the straw bed, finding a corner where the sun could shine and lying down.

There was a rustling sound outside the window, and after a while, something "plopped" and landed on the hay in the room.

"There is no hot water!"

A fierce voice sounded outside the window.

Yan Yuan turned around and saw a small cloth bag and a water bag falling beside the bed.

She leaned down and picked up the cloth bag, opened it and found two thin slices of scones inside.

This is obviously the boy's own ration. He has been hiding it for who knows how long. The cake is already a little soft and rotten, and there is still a little bit of residual warmth.

Yan Yuan didn't mind it at all. She ate half of the scone, stuffed it back through the window and gave it to the boy, saying softly: "Thank you."

The young man's face turned red and he was furious: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Yan Yuan curled up her lips and leaned on the window sill to talk to the boy: "Are you locals?"

The young man didn't answer, but took a few steps away, with "I don't plan to pay attention to you" written all over his face.

Yan Yuan narrowed her eyes comfortably, as if a cat had eaten and drank enough.

"My father is very rich. He must be much richer than your employer."

Her voice was soft and soft, and the end of each sentence was slightly hollow, looking like a sick person who was out of breath.

However, it was such a weak young lady who was enthusiastically introducing the correct operation of kidnapping to the boy:

"I heard there is a saying in Taoism, which is called eating twice. Or you can take the employer's money and then ask for another sum from my father."

"..."

"My father recognizes my handwriting. I can write a letter and ask my father to send a deposit first, and then..."

"That's enough." The young man couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted her rudely, "Who told you that we are here for money?"

"……oh."

Yan Yuan responded softly.

If it’s not for money, it’s for something else.

A group of kidnappers who are not moved by money. What they want and what they want to do must be beyond the reach of money.

This is actually easier to guess.

Yan Yuan thought for a while and asked him: "So, is your employer someone from the government?"

The young man suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Yan Yuan in shock.

"you……"

He looked at you for a long time and was speechless. Finally, he took several steps back angrily and refused to talk to Yan Yuan anymore.

Brother is absolutely right, girls from rich families have eight hundred tricks on them!

…

Seeing that she couldn't ask anything, Yan Yuan didn't bother to talk anymore. She yawned and lay back on the bed of hay.
To be continued...