Chapter 109: Pretending to be obedient
In the dark cellar, a light was like a bean.
Gong Changan was locked in a wooden cage. He could barely stand upright. It would be quite spacious if he lay down.
The cage was strong, made of wood thicker than his arm. The cage door was also wrapped several times with thick iron chains, and then locked with a large lock.
In a slightly larger cage not far away lay the half-dead book boy He Ming. One of his fingers was cut off and he fainted from the pain.
Now it was simply bandaged with rags, which barely stopped the bleeding.
Gong Changan huddled in a corner of the cage, watching the two people over there devouring the sauced meat and flatbread.
These two people should be father and son, and both are mute. When they want to say something, they use their hands to gesture.
Although there is no daylight here, Gong Changan estimates that it is already dark at this time.
He was a little hungry, but the two people didn't give him anything to eat.
He buried his face in his knees and once again thought about today's experience.
In the morning, he heard that the Feng family's carriage was coming to pick him up, so he took the bookboy out. When he walked outside the door, he saw that it was the Feng family's coachman.
So I didn’t have any doubts and got in the car.
At first he didn't notice anything wrong. After the car walked a certain distance, he seemed to smell a faint scent, but it seemed to be absent.
When he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, when he looked at He Ming aside, he found that he also looked drowsy.
But it was already too late, he was so weak that he couldn't make a sound even if he wanted to scream, and then he fell asleep.
I think there must be some incense in the car.
When he regained consciousness, he felt that the carriage was still moving.
He carefully opened his eyes and saw a strange man sitting next to him. He was about forty or fifty years old. He looked like he was doing menial work.
Listening again to the outside of the car, there were only the occasional chirping of birds, but no noise of carriages and horses or the voices of people hawking. It was obvious that they were no longer in the city.
His hands and feet were tied and his mouth was gagged. It seemed that the other party was careful enough.
Gong Changan secretly exerted his strength and found that the rope that tied him up was not particularly tight. It was probably because he was a child and did not take himself seriously.
This rope should be able to be untied using the unlocking method I learned from those Bian Jun before.
He carefully took his hand out of the rope, and the man didn't seem to notice him. But if he makes any bigger moves, he will definitely be suppressed.
Gong Changan knew that it would be impossible to escape, because in addition to the man in the car, there was also a driver outside, and they must be a group.
But this must be on the road. If there are other pedestrians or vehicles passing by, you can try to call for help.
It’s better than just sitting back and waiting for death.
So he carefully took off the amulet around his neck. He knew that his family would be looking for him everywhere, so he had to leave as many clues as possible.
Sure enough, we walked a while further and heard a carriage and horse coming from the other side.
When Gong Changan heard the carriage and horses approaching, he sat up suddenly, pulled off the cloth from his mouth, and shouted for help.
The people in the car quickly rushed over, covered his mouth, and held him down.
But Gong Changan had also thrown the amulet out of the window, but fortunately he was not noticed. Then he felt a pain in the back of his neck and lost consciousness again.
When he woke up again, he was already in the cellar.
The two men guarding them did not have the same coachman as before. It seemed that this group of people had a division of labor.
"Who are you? I have no grievances against you. Why did you bring me here?" Palace Chief pretended to be scared and asked in a tearful tone.
But the two people just looked at him coldly and said nothing.
"Fourth Young Master, we...we just met a bad person." He Ming cried harder than Gong Changan, "What should we do?"
The younger of the two The man came over and knocked hard on the outside of Heming's cage with a wooden stick. He looked so vicious that Heming was immediately frightened and shut up.
Then the older man came over and patted the young man on the shoulder, made a few gestures to him, and the young man nodded.
Gong Changan then knew that these two people were mute.
After a long time, another person came into the cellar.
This man looked to be about thirty years old, tall and decent-looking, but there were heavy bruises under his eyes and his steps were a little sloppy.
Gong Changan Although Xiao Ke has come into contact with many adults, he knows that such people have been drained of their bodies by drinking and sex.
But he is sure that he has never seen this person, but he is also sure. This man had a higher status than the two guards, and it was obvious that those two men were working for him.
"Young Master, don't be afraid." The man stepped forward, knelt down, looked at Gong Changan and said, "If you stay here honestly, you won't suffer any physical pain."
"This Uncle, I have no grievances with you, why are you doing this to me?" Gong Changan asked with tears in his eyes.
He had to pretend to be like a normal seven-year-old child in order to make the other party lower their guard.
"You don't need to know this. Why do you, a kid, know so much?" The man smiled and said disdainfully.
"Uncle, my family is rich. As long as you put me back, my father and mother will definitely give you a lot of money." Gong Changan whispered, "I won't lie to you."
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"Haha, money! Of course we want it." The man said and stood up, "But if they let you go, how can they give me money? They will definitely report me to the police and arrest me. "
"Then...what do you want?" Gong Changan shrank back again, showing an even more fearful expression.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you yet." The man winked at the young mute aside.
The man immediately rushed to Heming's cage and pulled out his hand, pulled out the dagger, raised the knife and cut off one of Heming's fingers.
He Ming screamed in pain and rolled in the cage. Gong Changan also immediately started crying.
"Don't cry, I didn't cut off your finger." The man smiled and said, "But if your parents don't pay, it will be your turn next time."
He He took out a piece of cloth and wrapped Heming's fingers, and prepared to write a blackmail letter.
"Uncle..." Palace Chang An called him tremblingly, "I...if I am obedient, can you be nicer to me?"
"I have already said it, As long as your family pays the bills, nothing will be done to you," the man said perfunctorily.
“Are you going to write a letter to my parents?” Gong Changan asked, “In my opinion, it’s better for me to write this letter.”
"You wrote?" The man turned around and looked at Gong Changan with a frown, "You little thing, do you still want to play tricks?"
"No," Gong Changan shook his head quickly and said with fear, "I I think so. My parents must be extremely worried now. If they see my handwritten letter, they will know that I am still safe and they will be grateful to you from the bottom of their hearts. I am also trying to make things smoother. I am too scared. Want to go home..."