Saving The Villain Boy

After entering the third year of high school, Yan Qiwei lived with her fingers off her fingers almost every day.

She foresaw her death in advance, but she didn't know when and how she would die. This feeling is particularly uncomfortable, as if there is a crumbling knife hanging on the top of the head, and it is suffering every day and night.

The accident happened some evening shortly after school started.

That day, she and Liang Xiao stayed in the classroom because of a physics finale. When it was successfully solved, the classroom was empty except for them.

The quiet campus is empty, only the night is scattered like black mist. They were walking on the long ramp, Yan Qiwei spit out the new gossip to him, while lowering her head with interest, watching the street lamp drag the shadow into a long one.

Behind them, there were two people walking side by side, looking like a man and a woman. Yan Qiwei only regarded it as an ordinary passerby, and did not pay much attention to the two of them.

Suddenly, the shadow of the other side moving slowly accelerated, approaching them at an extremely fast speed. The heavy black couldn't help but shrouded her head. Yan Qiwei couldn't turn her head back, so she was covered with a towel to her mouth and nose.

She subconsciously took a breath, until she lost consciousness completely because of the drug, and couldn't see the looks of the two people clearly.

Yan Qiwei was awakened by a muffled noise.

When she opened her eyes vaguely, her ears were filled with unfamiliar curses, cold sneers and many other rustling voices. The consciousness had not yet been awakened from the deep sleep, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the quagmire of chaos.

She found herself lying on a concrete floor, her arms and legs tightly bound by rough long ropes, and the joints were sore by the cold floor. At the same time, a rough male voice could not be heard clearly: "Oh, little The girl woke up."

This voice brought a nasty smile, which made her scalp numb. Struggling to raise her eyes, when Yan Qiwei finally saw the appearance of the man and the woman, she felt cold all over, like in an ice cellar.

The appearance of a woman in her forties is slightly sturdy. Her thick eyebrows drooped, her small slender eyes looked at her unblinkingly, and a sneer appeared on her thick, round lips.

She has seen this person.

-Liang Xiao's former foster mother.

The man next to her...

Yan Qiwei gritted her teeth, her gaze moving upward was hitting the opponent's eyes. The middle-aged man is not tall. His cheekbones are too thin and high and bulging. His vision is more vicious than his wife, with some obvious resentment, like hammering blood and bone to pieces, mixing them into eyes. Red bloodshot at the bottom.

The sense of fear swarmed up like a flood, and suddenly swept her consciousness down.

According to the domestic criminal law, a buyer who buys a kidnapped child can be sentenced to a fixed-term imprisonment of up to three years, and it has been exactly two years since Liang Xiao’s adoptive father was imprisoned.

She should have thought that with the character of this couple, she would never give up.

"Miss Liang looks good." The man smiled miserably and moved his legs closer to her. "I heard that you were crazy at the beginning. You want to teach me a woman?"

The unpleasant smell of smoke was wrapped up in the nasal cavity by the heat, Yan Qiwei frowned subconsciously, and then heard a trembling juvenile voice not far away: "Qi Zhengrong, are you so cool that you want to use the juniors to vent your breath?"

It was Liang Xiao's voice.

Her heart hung up because of these words, she followed the prestige and saw the familiar figure in the corner.

Compared with her, Liang Xiao's situation is really not good.

He was also **** with his hands and feet, and apparently had been brutally beaten not long ago, his eyes were red and swollen, his cheekbones were high and raised, and his cheeks were covered with shocking scratches. Some of it oozes blood, leaving dazzling red marks because it can't be wiped off, making her breathing stagnant.

This short sentence seemed to exhaust all of his energy, the boy's voice trembled, and there was a slight gasp between the words, but there was an undisguised mockery.

The man called "Qi Zhengrong" was really irritated by him, and turned to Liang Xiao with a gloomy face, and involuntarily mentioned his collar.

With his fist firmly resting on the latter's chest, Liang Xiao turned pale with pain and snorted.

Yan Qiwei just wanted to speak, but suddenly saw the young man's decisive sight-after being thrown to the ground by a man again, Liang Xiao shook her head gently.

He deliberately angered her in order to prevent men from attacking her. If Yan Qiwei tried to stop her at this moment, it would only make the situation worse.

Her eyes blushed, and she swallowed the words that came to her tongue back into her throat.

"I raised you for more than ten years. What happened? You let Laozi eat in prison for two years. It's good for yourself. It's very comfortable to eat, drink and have fun at Liang's house, right?"

He has no legal concept, let alone feel that his actions have ruined the first half of a boy's life. Qi Zhengrong only had the two years of unprovoked jail in his heart, and all this was given by the Liang family.

He is not reconciled, does not understand, and even feels injustice and aggrieved for himself. In the prison day and night, the man imagined how to retaliate in the future.

After all, he was not wrong.

He didn't want money, he just wanted to see how the family was tortured.

Liang Xiao lowered his eyes, tried to stabilize his turbulent breathing, and sat up against the wall.

"In short, we have asked Liang Qi for a ransom of 10 million. For the Liang family, this request is not excessive, right?" He said with a smile, "To be honest, you two will never survive tonight. Just imagine. When the Liang family paid the ransom hopefully, they saw two dead bodies in the end... Doesn’t it sound interesting?"

Yan Qiwei gritted her teeth.

Liang Qi once checked the information about Qi Zhengrong, a country-renowned bully in the town who had been in jail several times for fighting and robbery. Now it seems that he is a lunatic.

After saying that, Qi Zhengrong stopped looking at them, but turned his gaze to his wife beside him: "It's dawn, let's go out to eat something, by the way, leave the two children a little bit of time to say goodbye."

The couple left soon, and Yan Qiwei finally took a deep breath and tremblingly shouted: "Liang Xiao."

He raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and a drop of blood fell on the snow-white school uniform shirt.

Even under such circumstances, Liang Xiao's voice was soft, softer than ever before: "Weiwei, don't be afraid, there is me."

He was hurt all over, but he endured the pain and comforted her so gently.

Yan Qiwei's tears fell quickly because of this short sentence. She suspected that she might have died on this day, and secretly rejoiced that Liang Xiao could survive the mortal situation.

Seeing her in tears, Liang Xiao subconsciously wanted to reach out and wipe away the tears, and laughed at herself after realizing that she was bound with her hands.

Burning pain came from the abdomen, back and cheeks, and the unbearable tearing sensation penetrated the internal organs, affecting the fragile brain nerves. It is like a tight string, about to break due to a violent external force.

The temples hurt suddenly, and a familiar sense of chaos surged in my heart. That was a precursor to the onset of symptoms, but he would never get sick at this time, as that would scare the little girl beside him.

Their hope of escaping from birth was slim. If her elder brother became a huddled person curled up in a corner because of illness, she would really not be able to escape.

He lowered his head to cover up his frowning brows, paused for a moment, and continued: "The knot tied to the twine is not difficult to solve. As long as we untie each other, we may find a chance to escape. According to the conversation I heard It seems that the woman will leave here at noon to take the ransom, and it is likely that only Qi Zhengrong will guard us at that time. Two to one, the problem should not be big."

Liang Xiao was terribly calm, and this was the best way a young man could think of facing death threats.

Yan Qiwei nodded without tears, because her legs were tied together, they could only sit up and move towards each other a little bit.

When she finally leaned on the young man's back, a warm and soft touch came close to her body.

She could feel the protruding spine of the other party and the tiny tremors all over her body when she breathed, which made her uneasy mood gradually calm down, as if a boat driving in a squally rainstorm found a harbor for mooring.

In TV dramas, the protagonists untie each other's ropes are always done in one go, but in reality it is extremely difficult.

The knots are too many and tight, and several knots are entangled in a ball. The most tormented thing is that they can't get the field of vision, and can only feel a little bit of groping.

Yan Qiwei leaned on Liang Xiao's back and looked up at the surrounding environment while he was untied.

They should be in a small abandoned warehouse. The neatly arranged shelves are empty, covered with heavy dust, and the floor is also gray. It should be a long time that no one has set foot.

It was morning now, and there were no windows around, only a square glass above the locked iron door, through which the light was shining in, and even the dust flying in the air was clearly visible.

There was no sound of cars or people outside, and occasionally one or two clear birdsong came. Yan Qiwei thought, there shouldn't be such abandoned land in the imperial capital city, where they are probably located in the outskirts.

Suddenly Liang Xiao's deep voice came in her ear: "Weiwei, I'm sorry."

She was taken aback for a moment, and listened to him continue to say: "If you didn't have me, you wouldn't..."

Liang Xiao didn't finish her words, and her voice was getting smaller and smaller and choked up vaguely.

When he was tortured and threatened, he remained silent from beginning to end, but at this time he was guilty of implicating her in tears.

This made Yan Qiwei couldn't help but wonder what kind of life he was living in the years after Liang Wei passed away.

Lost an important person, was repeatedly tortured by illness, and most importantly, Liang Xiao believed from the bottom of her heart that her death was related to her.

Self-blame can drive people crazy.

She took a light breath and held his fingertips carefully.

The young man’s fingers were long but slightly rough, and his fingertips were covered with thin calluses and old wounds. His body was obviously stagnated, and his breathing stopped.

Yan Qiwei said to him in a very determined tone: "Liang Xiao, this is so wrong, you can't be blamed. No matter what the result is, it is the two of them who should be condemned. You are the same as me. It's a victim. If you say this again, I will be angry."

Liang Xiao smiled relievedly: "Yeah."

I don't know how long it took, and when the daylight blocked by the thin clouds gradually brightened, they finally untied each other's knots.

Yan Qiwei joked: "Fortunately, they have no experience in committing crimes for the first time, and they don't like to watch criminal investigation TV dramas."

As soon as her voice fell, there was a sound of unlocking outside the door.

They put their hands behind their backs at the same time tacitly, while pressing their feet under their legs, separated from each other by a certain distance.

As Liang Xiao said, only Qi Zhengrong entered the house.

He is holding an iron rod in his hand.

Yan Qiwei's heart was pounding involuntarily. Although the man was thin and thin, he was an extremely violent villain, with a **** murderous intent hidden in his bones.

In addition, he has a weapon in his hand, can she and Liang Xiao really escape him smoothly?

The answer is naturally no.

—Her death is a foregone conclusion.

The author has something to say: Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. The liver will continue tonight, and there should be two changes during the day tomorrow.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

11 bottles of Ye Zhimu; 10 bottles of Wang Xiaofei;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!