Chapter 566 : I was Kidnapped in the Sports Meeting 8
My mind went numb for a while, as if my consciousness had been taken away or hypnotized.
The only glimmer of consciousness told me that I was in danger.
There's something wrong with the paper towels!
As Yin Yijie said, the brown down jacket last time was just a foreigner's product, and today's, obviously
Obviously, I didn’t need to say anything. The boy in sportswear (he looked young, like a student in his twenties) took my arm.[
I followed him mechanically.
Step by step, going downstairs, avoiding the direction of the playground, or bypassing something else, I don't know.
I just seemed to wander around for a long time before walking towards the school gate.
The boy took off his sportswear and put it on my shoulders. His movements were very careful, gentle but terrifying.
The only thing left in my mind is the three words "Yin Yijie".
There was also a boy who said "Follow me" and he hugged me. My body was soft and my consciousness was confused.
A kind of instinctive fear. I don't know why I don't scream, why I don't break away and run away.
Why do you have to fall helplessly in the arms of a strange boy and let him do whatever he wants?
There was a silver-gray car parked on the roadside. The boy half-carried me and got into the back of the car.
The car started immediately and sped away.
I tried to regain consciousness, but it seemed that for a while, I fainted and lost consciousness.
I don’t know how long it took, but I gradually started to feel something.
The car was driving very fast, but it seemed to be under control, stopping and going.
Suddenly, the car made a sharp turn and then bumped violently several times.
It felt like I was sitting on a tractor or a tram, my butt hurt a little, my body felt uncomfortable, and my head felt dizzy.
The slightly irritable and depressing wind in the evening poured in through the car window, carrying the smell of dust and manure, becoming more and more rough with each passing moment.
The daughter tangs were flying all over the sky, shaking down one after another, and a few fell on my shoulders.
The ethereal fragrance, like the sigh of a flower, lingers.
The setting sun occasionally shines secretly on my face, trying hard to attract my attention, but my thinking is not clear yet. What can I do?[
The Zigui bird is chirping: "It's better to go back, it's better to go back"
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