"Pu'er," he said with a satisfied look on his face, "I have been talking for so long and my saliva has dried up."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
Apparently Jian Chenche had already planned a countermeasure. When Jing Jiaren made the tea, the servant brought a special receiver.
Jian Chenche said that as long as there is a signal wherever communication is possible, as long as the bodyguard carries a mobile phone, it is a good locator.
"A mobile phone is a locator?" Jing Jiaren frowned, "How to locate it?"
"As long as you know the model of that phone..."
Jian Chenche explained that Ji Ziang has a rigorous style of work. In order to facilitate contact, all his subordinates are equipped with mobile phones dedicated to the Ji family, with different models according to different status levels.
Jing Jiaren leaned aside and asked him to concentrate on checking.
Soon, Jian Chenche found out many photos of Al (Ji Ziang's confidant)——
One of them shows him holding a mobile phone and talking on the phone.
Wirelessly enlarge the photo, capture the shape of the phone, and then invade Ji Ziang's internal database.
Jian Chenche's hands moved swiftly on the computer, data floating around, looking very professional.
It only took half an hour to get it done.
Jian Chenche used a special transceiver to locate the location and glanced at the green dot on the map.
"Where is this?" Jing Jiaren looked closer.
Leng Aofeng, who had been silent all this time, said: "Black Forest."
"Yes, in the center of the Black Forest."
Black Forest? Jing Jiaren seems to have heard of it. It is a completely original forest. The trees are intricate and arranged like a Bagua formation. If no one knows the way, it will be impossible to get out after entering. It is a natural maze.
…
Ji Zihan looked pale and slowly woke up from the pain.
Her hands were tied behind her back and handcuffed behind the chair, her legs were slightly crossed, long blood stains flowed from her thighs, and her skirt was also covered in blood.
She recalled her experience before she fell into coma, and she kept pleading.
But no matter how she begged, Ximen Longting always had a frosty face.
He pinched her vagina with his own hands and forced the powerful abortion medicine into her mouth.
Ji Ziang's mind was blank, and the tears on his face were dry and wet.
The originally high bulging belly had disappeared, and she was in a trance.
Opposite her was Ji Ziang, who was also handcuffed.
His hair was messy, his body was bloody, and his face was depressed.
"Brother, this is fake, this is a lie..." Ji Zihan shouted unwillingly, "Please tell me this is a nightmare."
"..."
"I don't believe he would abort my child with his own hands, brother, just say something!"
Ji Zihan moved violently and felt a cramping pain in his lower abdomen.
She will continue to bleed after a miscarriage. Whenever she moves, the blood will continue to drip down her legs and onto the ground.
Ji Zihan shook his head, as if every drop of blood was still life.
She recalled every scene where she was given abortion pills, and the expression on Ximen Longting's face was cold and bloodthirsty.
For so many years, she had always thought that even if Ximen Longting didn't love her, he still had feelings for her.
But, there was nothing.
"Baby, don't go...don't! Give me back, baby!"
Ji Ziang lowered his head, his eyes obscured, and allowed Ji Zihan to cry and make a fuss.
At this moment, the heavy iron door was opened, followed by a burst of neat footsteps, and Ximen Longting appeared.
He glanced coldly, the bodyguard wiped a chair clean, and he sat with his long legs crossed: "The time I gave you to think about it is up, what do you think?"