Abyss Express

In a small, dead, cold room.

Daphne's sister Amona was squatting in the corner, her eyes blurry with hunger.

There was a horrible stench all over her body, the smell of the body starting to decay before it died.

She spent seven days and seven nights in this small room. For a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, this was an extremely frightening mental torture.

There are no monsters, monsters, or gangsters here. There are only six bare walls. The low floors press Amona’s head tightly. She can reach out and touch the roof. The narrow space is silent except for noon every day. Food and water were brought in at twelve o'clock, and there was no more movement.

She didn't know how long she would have to stay here. Two black mounds of dung had been piled up in the other corner of the room, and not even the flies or mice could be seen.

The kidnappers of the King's Gang are very strict with rules and etiquette, and will never let Amona suffer any other injustices. These vicious criminals know that loneliness is an extremely efficient punishment that can destroy this little girl's spirit. The world, let her continue to put pressure on Daphne and let the sisters bow their heads.

"yes"

Amona called again.

"Is it the traffic department's police hotline?"

She had tried many times to call for help using the old touch-tone phone in her hand.

"My name is Amona. Are you the sister from yesterday?"

A gentle and sweet female voice came from the phone. She was also the operator at the front desk of the Traffic Department Security Management Center in District 8.

"Hello! How can I help you?"

Amona: "That's right. I was caught. I made this call yesterday and could I ask, please, please."

Operator: "Please tell me, preferably in detail, Miss Amona."

Amona: "I got caught by some people, I don't know who they are I don't know"

Operator: "Yeah."

Amona: "I, my mind is very confused, I am very hungry, sister, I am so hungry that I can't think straight. I..."

The operator's mood became obviously tense——

"——Little sister Amona, can you provide your home address?"

Amona: "I'm not at home, I'm not here."

Operator: "But if you don't have your home address, we can't appoint militiamen to help you."

Amona: "Well, I live at No. 1037 Xingfuli in the lower city of the City of Tears. It's an apartment. It's on the second floor. You can enter the elevator, go out and walk to the right on the right."

Operator: "Okay. Miss Amona, you already called our police hotline yesterday, right? I found the record."

Amona: "Actually, I have already beaten you many times."

Operator: "Are you sure you were kidnapped?"

Amona was a little angry, she felt wronged inexplicably——

"——Yes! Yes! Sister! Yes! I was kidnapped by several people! I am now."

Operator: "Amona, calm down so I can help you."

Amona: "Okay. Okay"

Operator: "You said there were several people. Do you remember their attire? Did they speak? What language did they use?"

Amona: "I don't know. I don't know, I don't know."

Operator: "Were you knocked unconscious?"

Amona: "I don't know. I just slept and when I woke up, I was here."

Operator: "We can't lock your phone's location through satellite signals. How do you contact us?"

Amona: "A mobile phone. I can't recognize it. It's so old. It only has a few numbers. One is my sister's, one is the police phone number, and the contact person's name is [front desk]—— it seems"

Operator: "What language is its operating system in?"

Amona: "It's Arabic"

Operator: "It should be a work phone for a hotel system. Don't worry, Amona."

Amona: "Yeah."

Operator: "There are many regional gangs who use Arabic-language mobile phones to send messages to victims' families asking for ransom. This is an electronic product from the last era and is now almost obsolete. It is also used as a phone bomb, but the one you have is It won’t explode, don’t worry, little girl.”

Amona: "Yeah"

Operator: "We can at least know that a group of gang members kidnapped you. So Amona, can you describe your specific location now? Where are you?"

Amona: "I don't know. There are walls all around."

Operator: "Isn't there a door?"

Amona: "No, there is only one. A place to deliver food."

Operator: "What have you been eating these days?"

Amona: "Vegetable leaves, soybeans, and rice. Yesterday it was pork and rice, and the day before yesterday it was beef liver and two whole-wheat breads. I can't seem to remember any more."

Operator: "Um, are these foods packaged? Are they trademarked?"

Amona: "No."

Operator: "Where is it on the plate? Where is it on the food container?"

Amona: "They're all bare."

Operator: "Did you see anything out of the feeder window?"

Amona: "I"

At this point, the little girl suddenly became afraid.

"I don't dare, I don't dare to look at that window. Can I not look at it?"

Operator: "Then don't watch! Amona! Don't watch!"

Amona: "Should I take a look and you can find me?"

The operator's emotions were also close to losing control——

——This kind of call to the police is a great test of the psychological quality of the rescuer.

The victim was able to make phone calls, which shows that the gangster group is not afraid of the criminal investigators of the Traffic Department at all, and did not leave any clues. Amona's behavior of asking for help is just wearing out the little girl's patience, asking her to see hope again and again. , and then fell from the high ground of hope back to the deep valley of despair.

"Don't be nervous, Amona, don't be nervous." The operator's sister said with a cry in her voice: "How old are you? Talk to me? How old are you?"

Amona: "I am thirteen years old."

Operator: "My name is Belle Hines, you can call me Sister Belle."

Amona: "Yeah"

Bell: "Are you okay now?"

Amona: "I feel so hungry and it's so cold here."

Bell: "Have you eaten today?"

Amona: "Help me, help me, please. Please."

Bell slapped his thigh hard at the director's counter of the Transportation Department, trying to wake up.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Amona: "Yeah"

Bell: "If you don't want to see the feeding window, that's okay, just leave it alone."

Amona: "Yeah"

Bell: "Talk to me, Amona. I'll talk with you all day."

Amona: "I have to call my sister tonight, so I can't chat with you for so long."

Bell: "Who is your sister?"

"I can't tell you." Amona thought of Daphne's identity. Her sister was a thief. She must not tell the people at the Traffic Department: "I can't tell you."

Bell: "But Amona, if we can't find your family, how should we continue to find you?"

"No! It can't be done!" Amona suddenly started crying: "It can't be done! It can't be done!"

Bell: "Okay, so, so good. If it's okay, it's up to you."

"I'm sorry." Amona's voice gradually weakened: "I'm sorry, sister Bell, I'm sorry. You won't be angry, will you? You won't ignore me, will you? I'm sorry."

Bell: "It doesn't matter, I'm not angry! I'm not angry!"

At this time, Amona gained a little courage.

She took a few steps towards the cold dark room window and walked forward holding the phone.

"I'll go over and take a look."

Bell: "Well, you have to be more careful."

The only light source in the room comes from this small window.

Amona: "I can't see anything. It's so small"

Bell: "What do you mean you can't see?"

Amona: "You just can't see that I'm scared. I'm so scared."

In the quiet room, there was only a faint buzzing sound - it seemed that the ventilation fan was working.

Except for some dust and smoke, there is nothing behind the rough cement hole. Under the light source of the fluorescent lamp, the wall of the opposite room has not had time to be painted. It seems to be an abandoned and unfinished building.

"Am I going to die here? Sister Bell?" Amona asked.

Bell's spirit suddenly collapsed——

——She fell earlier than the victim, her heart was broken, and she could no longer maintain a good working condition.

She didn't reply for a long time. To be honest, this call to the police hotline was like a call from hell.

There is no detailed address, no relative information, no specific ransom conditions, and no profiling clues of any suspects. For seven consecutive days, the Transportation Department received such inexplicable alarm calls and dispatched militiamen to the City of Tears to investigate. No useful clues could be found at this apartment address.

Amona seemed to realize something: "I'm sorry"

Bell: "It's okay, it's okay. Amona. It's okay. I can still talk to you. It's okay."

Amona hung up the phone in disappointment. She thought for a long time and dialed the [front desk] number again. This contact person should be the person who kidnapped her - she has never dared to dial the number proactively. If this continues, she feels like she will starve to death here.

"Hello."

There was only one ring, and a calm male voice immediately answered the phone.

Amona said submissively: "Did you kidnap me?"

The man responded: "Yes, little sister Amona."

Amona: "What do you want me to do? Can you let me out?"

The man then responded politely: "I'm afraid it's not possible yet, but please don't worry, as long as Daphne can complete the task and steal a sum of money for us, you will be reunited with your sister soon."

Amona pleaded, "How much does it cost?"

The man immediately responded: "It doesn't take much, even five thousand yuan - we are not a terrorist organization, and we are not as impersonal as the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. Your father is a hopeless poisonous insect, no matter what, We can't bear to see you two sisters living on the streets. This old drug addict has taken on a lot of debt. How can we bear to collect debts from you two sisters? This is not moral. "

Amona: "Okay. My sister is very good at stealing money. She must."

"No, I'm afraid it's not that simple." The man immediately interrupted: "Daphne is not very obedient. Amona, how about you record a voice? Or give her a call? Persuade her?"

This is the method of the Kings Gang. Mr. Pan will never use naked violence to force the newsboys to do things for him. He will seize the weaknesses of these tools and eat away at the spiritual world of the victims bit by bit.

Amona: "Uh me."

The man added: "I'm going to buy you some beef. You must be hungry?"

Amona: "Thank you. Me."

The man thanked him repeatedly: "No, no, no, I should be the one thanking you, little sister Amona. I should thank you. If you are unwilling to stay in this small room, maybe things will become troublesome."

The meaning of "unwilling" refers to the fact that Amona is fortunately still alive——

——If this girl wants to die, Mr. Pan has no way to blackmail Daphne. Now is the "post-gunsmith era", and it is not so easy to make money through illegal and criminal methods. You have to follow the rules and be polite.

In just one minute, a steaming plate of roast beef was delivered through the food window.

Amona swallowed her saliva, and the hot meat fell into her stomach. She immediately gained strength and her whole body came to life - she even had the illusion that Mr. Pan outside the door was her benefactor. .

After making so many calls, the operator at the Transportation Department was useless, and her sister never thought of coming to save her, even though Daphne always said, "There is a way, there is a way." - But now Amona has no choice but to survive if she wants to. Have to count on Mr. Pan for food.

This made Amona feel grudged, and when she called Sister Daphne, she also felt some resentment in her heart.

"Hello"

"Do you know where you are now?" Daphne asked anxiously, getting straight to the point aggressively. She has always been impatient: "Amona?! Speak!"

Amona suddenly became timid again and did not dare to contradict her sister: "I, I don't know."

"Don't worry, I'll be here right away, right away!" Daphne said something she didn't believe herself.

Amona: "How about this, sister, help others steal five thousand yuan. They said, as long as you do this, I will..."

"Fuck you! It's not that simple!" Daphne responded immediately: "There will be a second and third time after this first time! Then I will never see you again! They are using you to threaten you Me! I must be planning this! Do you think these guys are good people? Do they want me to kill people? Do you want me to agree too? Wake up!"

Amona: "But I just want to live. I..."

"Don't be anxious. Don't be anxious. Don't be anxious." Daphne explained immediately. It sounded like she was much more anxious than her sister: "Don't be anxious. I'm in the Death Puppet Agency. I found a helper. Don't be anxious. Amon Na, don’t be impatient.”

Amona suddenly lost her temper and started shouting hysterically.

"Daphne! Have you ever fucking cared about me? What are you doing! You are..."

"Call me." A male voice suddenly interrupted.

Jiang Xueming picked up the phone and said to Amona: "Little sister, I'm storing my luggage. It shouldn't take long."

Amona: "Who are you? Why do you drag me, a child, into the affairs of adults!"

Jiang Xueming: "Have you called the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Amona calmed down, she felt that this man seemed more reliable: "Yeah"

Jiang Xueming: "Very good, you did a good job."

Amona: "They're useless"

Jiang Xueming: "Very useful, extremely useful!"

Amona: "Really? It's been seven days."

Jiang Xueming: "I haven't found you after searching for seven days. This means that you are in a not-so-remote but sparsely populated place, and the mobile phone signal is very good. This can already explain a lot of problems."

Amona: "Ah"

Jiang Xueming: "Daphne said that three hours after you were captured, she received the first call. This means that your location is not far from the City of Tears. Qingjin and the militiamen do not know about this. They only Clues that can follow you around town like a headless fly can be found near the apartment.”

Amona: "Do you know where I am?"

Jiang Xueming left the weapon box at the death partner agency's military depot and handed it to the local armed employee Nanami's office.

"You'll know right away, it should be soon. Do you have a feeding window there?"

Amona: "Yes."

Jiang Xueming: "Go pee, don't be embarrassed."

Amona: "Why? Huh? You want me."

Jiang Xueming: "Go to a windy place and pee. If you have enough saliva, you can spit out a few mouthfuls. Tell me the direction of the water flow."

Amona: "Okay. Okay."

About half an hour later, Amona called back.

Jiang Xueming: "I'm already in the car."

Amona: "Water flows from the outside in, I don't know if that's right."

Jiang Xueming: "Is there any left or right deflection? Can you feel the direction of the air flow?"

Amona: "It's going to the left, and the wind is coming from the right."

Jiang Xueming: "You should be in the north of the city. Wait a moment, let me look at the map. It is a high-rise building facing south. It should be the ethnic commercial housing that R\u0026F Engineering and Construction started building sixteen years ago. There are many such buildings. You In a tool room, the floor height is only 1.8 meters. This kind of house was first built for some short hybrids."

A few seconds passed.

Jiang Xueming: "Your building in the north-northwest of the city should be in an unfinished building in the lower city of the City of Tears. There is a strong monsoon in February, which is the strong wind blowing from the City of Tears to the Eurasian Continental Bridge tunnel - can you What do you smell?”

Amona: "It smells a little like orange. It stinks so much here."

Jiang Xueming: "That's not the smell of oranges, there's a pharmaceutical factory there, it's the smell of vitamin C tablets. I can confirm your location."

Amona: "Then can you notify the militia to rescue me?!"

Jiang Xueming: "I'm afraid not. A high-profile rescue operation can easily anger the gangsters and they will kill you."

Amona: "What should we do?"

At this point, the phone was hung up.

It only takes five minutes. Amona called her sister back, but she stopped answering the phone.

After about ten minutes, she became more and more anxious and frightened.

Until the phone suddenly rang, it was the [front desk] calling.

"Hello"

Amona held the phone tremblingly and said with a guilty conscience.

"Sister Daphne doesn't listen to me. I have no use for me."

A familiar male voice came from inside——

——Jiang Xueming responded.

"Now that I've caught this guy, he can still run away."