C8 (1/2)

After she finished eating the box lunch, her phone rang. She checked and found that the card inside was a secondary card. She could only answer the call.

After a moment of hesitation, he pressed the call button.

”Are you full?” A hoarse old man's voice came out of the phone.

The corner of Jing Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched. She had been dealt with by the voice modulator. Didn't she just interview a factory in this area? Could she be an acquaintance?

”We know each other?”

”Don't know him?”

”Then why did you use the voice modulator? You didn't capture me here to play guessing games, did you? ”

”No, I just want to invite you to be my guest for a few days.”

”Guest? Your Excellency's way of entertaining guests is quite novel. ” She quickly tried to filter out the thoughts in her head. Could it be that she had offended him by being a reporter? No reason.

The other side went silent and then hung up the phone. He turned off the phone and grabbed his messy hair. What was the other side doing? Was it a crime to sentence someone to death?

Liao Mingyun looked at the phone in her hand that had been turned off. Even after starting the operation, she did not turn back to shoot. She had never thought of giving him a chance to regret it.

These few hours were enough for Liao Mingyun to thoroughly investigate many things. Regardless of the relationship between Mo Xiaoxiao and Xiao Menghan, she would not allow any other women to exist.

Here, Silent Red could only sleep and count. She tried to ask for help from the outside. She used her chopsticks to write a distress message on the disposable lunch box and threw it out of the vent. There was no sound from outside.

At least she didn't hear traffic or voices. When she ran out of lunch boxes, she cut open the wound in her arm that had been bandaged without blood, wrote a distress message on the toilet paper with blood, tied it to a strip of cloth torn from the quilt, and threw it out.

The phone call came in a few hours later. Liao Mingyun only said a few words before hanging up, ”If you think you have too much blood, then continue writing. I don't mind sweeping away the trash.”

Holding the phone that he had hung on to, Mo Xiaoxiao immediately called back. The other party had turned off the phone. Mo Xiaoxiao kept calling, but the other party had still turned off the phone.

Lying powerlessly on the bed, Mo Xiaoxiao felt pain in her head. She felt very cold, with her blanket tightly wrapped around her, and her body was shivering.