Miss, you are my future wife

February 2005, 2, the third day of the first lunar month.

That evening, Xiao Yao went out to buy groceries.

Originally, my father's relatives planned to get together tonight and invited Xiao Yao.

Because of the funeral incident, Xiao Yao actually didn't want to pay any attention to them.

But after all, I still have a responsibility on my shoulders, so I agreed.

Then I remembered that the third day of the New Year was a Friday and we couldn't eat anything good, so I tried to propose changing it to the fourth day.

Unexpectedly, these relatives actually changed the time just for themselves.

Xiao Yao went to two vegetable markets, but both were closed. He had no choice but to go to the Lanzhou beef ramen shop which was not open during the Spring Festival. He packed up two servings of rice with toppings and prepared to make do with that for tonight.

It was already getting dark when I walked into the alley carrying a plastic bag of takeout boxes.

As Xiao Yao walked along, he chatted with Yu Luying and complained to her about not being able to buy vegetables.

While waiting for Yu Luying to reply, Xiao Yao subconsciously opened the QQ space of "It's Xiao Jie~".

He couldn't help but want to take another look at the post with the weird poem.

……

"Only meteors streak across this starry sky.
Apply to visit her space and you can view it after she agrees.

[Delete record] [Apply for access]"

"Damn it!" Xiao Yao frowned slightly and stopped unconsciously.

Xiao Yao heard the sound of a vehicle approaching from behind, followed by a sudden brake.

But he didn't care at all.

The engine was still roaring loudly, and many people jumped out of the car. Then, many people approached Xiao Yao with messy footsteps.

When he finally became alert and turned his neck to look, he only saw a pile of black suits and a sack being put on his head!
Xiao Yao's heart sank. He was careless and did not dodge.

……

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Xiao Yao was out of breath, his eyes went dark, and he was shouting in the sack. Then he was lifted up flat and thrown into a place.

With a "bang", the top of Xiao Yao's head hit a hard object, followed by a sharp pain.

But he felt that the ground beneath him seemed soft, and with the slight smell of gasoline and the sound and vibration of the engine, he could easily tell that he was in a car.

Amid the violent struggle, several thick ropes were tied up through the sacks, followed by the sound of the van's door being slammed shut, and the car began to move slowly.

Xiao Yao cursed himself in his heart for being careless and careless, even though Brother Bo had reminded him...

Is this the Freemasons or the Heart-stealing Group? If they can’t win on the field, are they playing dirty tricks outside the field? Or?
How will they treat me? How should I get out of this situation now?
"If you don't want to die, then be quiet!" shouted an unfamiliar male voice, and judging from the voice he seemed to be quite young.

Xiao Yao stopped struggling and lay down quietly.

But his mind was still spinning rapidly.

The car stopped and started for about half an hour - maybe less, maybe more, Xiao Yao had no way of judging.

The car slowly stopped, and then there was the sound of the door being opened.

Xiao Yao noticed that it was quiet outside the car.

Then, his body was lifted horizontally again and "flew" in the air for a distance that was neither long nor short.

The roar of the van was left behind him. Xiao Yao felt the biting cold wind and heard the sound of the river waves hitting the shore.

The boy's heart was gripped again.

They are not going to...

Xiao Yao's body flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground, making him see stars and feel pain all over his body as if it was falling apart. His mouth was full of blood.

But fortunately, what greeted him was the hard concrete ground, which gave him a sense of solid comfort.

Hopefully it's not temporary.

Xiao Yao coughed violently in the tightly tied sack. He heard the criminals whispering, but he couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.

After about a few minutes, Xiao Yao felt two pairs of strong hands helping him sit up. Then, the edge of the sack above his head was cut open, and light and fresh air rushed in at once.

"Don't move! Don't shout! Otherwise it's very easy to lose your life if you fall into the water in this season." The male voice from before warned.

Xiao Yao nodded and took a deep breath of the fresh northwest wind.

He didn't dare to look back, lest he see the faces of these villains. They would not leave anyone alive. "Who... are you... ahem, who are you? Did you catch the wrong person? Ahem."

Xiao Yao was afraid of angering them, so he didn't dare to speak too loudly. Apart from the continued whispering, no one paid any attention to him.

"Wrong person? What you mean is, your name is not Xiao Yao?" The male voice from before finally answered.

Xiao Yao thought it was meaningless to deny his identity: "It's me, at least let me die knowingly? Who are you?"

"I also want you to die knowingly." This time the voice was different. It was Chinese with a distinct accent. It was obviously a foreigner: "Turn around."

"No, if I saw your faces, I would not leave you alive."

“Fuck you, don’t you want to die knowingly?” the male voice from before cursed, “If you don’t turn around, I’ll kick you off!”

Xiao Yao lowered his eyelids, looked at the dark water of the Huangjiang River, then looked up at the lights of thousands of homes on the east side of the river - so close, yet so far away.

He slowly turned his already stiff neck and looked at these villains.

Xiao Yao didn't recognize any of these burly men in black suits, except for one person.

That was the private car driver called "Xiao Liang" by Shen Hongsheng.

Of course, there was another person he was also very familiar with.

He was tall and thin, blond, blue-eyed, British in appearance, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he smiled elegantly at her in a gentle and refined manner.

"Do you understand?" Shen Jie's Uncle Johns asked Xiao Yao.

"I understand," Xiao Yao spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "It's Shen..."

"I'm sorry, I have no personal grudge against you," Butler Johns bowed slightly to Xiao Yao to apologize, "It's just that no one can hurt the young lady and still be alive."

"..." Xiao Yao knew that it was useless to say more, so his mind raced, trying to find a way to escape.

"Do you need to say a last prayer?" Butler Johns asked Xiao Yao.

"Yes, I need it very much," Xiao Yao nodded, "I want to see my parish priest and make a final confession."

Butler Johns smiled slightly, raised his right foot and kicked towards the sack.

Xiao Yao felt a chill in his heart and flew into the air.

The evening breeze blew past my ears, and below my flying body was an unfathomable, pitch-black mouth.

The past 16 years of Xiao Yao's life were like a kaleidoscope, with scenes flashing before his eyes.

No, I can't just...

"Pfft!"

The sack fell into the Huangjiang River.

Butler Johns, Xiao Liang and other men in black walked to the riverside, turned on their flashlights, stood on tiptoe, and stretched their necks to look down.

After waiting for a few minutes, I saw some bubbles coming out of the water, and then there was no movement.

"It's done. Let's go." Butler Johns put on his white gloves again and turned to the followers and said, "Is the surveillance all done?"

"No problem, Mr. Butler." Xiao Liang stepped forward and bowed in response.

"Let's go." Butler Johns said.

After everyone left in the van with the license plate covered, the deserted beach on the west bank of the Yellow River returned to its deserted tranquility.

The north wind is howling, the night is cool, like water. (End of this chapter)