Jian Bufan didn't even see the little guy in the room.
After he finished speaking, he saw the quilt on the bed moving. A pair of small hands pulled it down, revealing the little guy's weak face. Seeing him lying on the bed obediently, Jian Bufan snorted softly.
Consider him a good boy! Jian Bufan walked into the room, put the food on the bedside table, and called him, "Hey, little one, it's time to eat!"
"..." The little guy opened his eyes, glanced at Jian Bufan, with deep fear in his eyes, and slowly got up from the bed.
The little guy was actually afraid of him! Jian Bufan was so happy.
It's good to be timid.
If you are scared, you will become honest.
He pretended to be fierce, "Why are you lingering? Get up and eat quickly!"
The little guy shrank his head, as if he was extremely scared.
Seeing his cowardice, Jian Bufan expected that he would not dare to do anything, so he left with satisfaction.
...When Jian Bufan's back disappeared from sight, the little guy straightened his back and raised his head. His eyes were cold, and there was no hint of fear.
He is not stupid.
Judging from the attitudes of Jian's mother and Jian Bufan, he knew that he was safe for the time being.
Although he didn't know what their purpose was in kidnapping him, as long as he was sure that they wouldn't hurt him, his tense heart relaxed.
He is afraid of death.
He was even more afraid that his mother would be sad if he died.
So...he must be well! The little guy pursed his lips and sat up from the bed. When he saw the rice and vegetables on the bedside table, he grabbed them and ate them without hesitation.
He needs to eat well and conserve his energy.
Then find a way to escape! The bottom of the box of rice quickly ran out.
The little guy put the lunch box back on the bedside table and got out of bed in his slippers. The slippers were the same ones he wore in the mountainside villa. The soles were very soft and made almost no sound when he stepped on the wooden floor.
In the living room, a family of three was chatting and laughing while eating.
The little guy looked around the room, and was surprised to find that there was a row of bookcases beside the bed, with a whole row of books neatly placed in the bookcase.
The little guy's eyes are slightly bright.
He carefully opened the door of the glass cabinet and took out a book from it. He then rummaged for a long time but found no writing pen.
"What are you doing?"
Jian Feifan's impatient voice came from the door, "What are you stirring about?"
"..." The little guy's body froze, and he pinched his thigh. When he turned around, his eyes were already red. He was trembling with "fear" and stammered, "I, I'm bored..."
When I saw there were so many books here, I just wanted to find one to read...I flipped through it for a long time, but I didn't recognize the words in these books...I just wanted to find a fairy tale book."
"……"Book of fairy tales?
He is really a little baby with no hair at all.
Jian Bufan rolled his eyes impatiently, "No children have lived here, so where are the fairy tale books from?"
"Then...then I can find a book with pictures that I can understand, is that okay?"
He asked timidly, but when Jian Bufan saw him like that, he deliberately made a tigerish face to scare him, "Where are there any books with patterns? Go back to bed and be honest. If you don't be honest, I will beat you."
"..." The little guy shrank in fear, strode to the bed, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, then pulled up the quilt as quickly as possible to cover himself, revealing only a pair of timid eyes.
See the situation.
Jian Bufan nodded with satisfaction, "Be honest, do you hear me?"
The little guy cried, "Brother, please don't hit me, I understand."
"..." Jian Bufan curled his lips and went back to the living room to eat.
...He just left.
The fear on Chenchen's face disappeared, and he took out the book from the bed.
There is no pen...what to do! His eyes fell on his fingers.
Thinking about the plots of TV series he often saw, he suddenly had an idea.
The little guy put his right index finger into his mouth and bit it hard with his teeth.
"Hiss--" It hurts! He took out his finger, and it was intact! "..." The little guy was so painful that he almost burst into tears. With such a result, he almost couldn't hold back his swear words.
Isn't it like this in TV dramas? When you need to write a letter in blood, you put your finger in your mouth and bite it hard and it will bleed.
He didn't give up.
Tried a few more times.
But...his teeth are sharp enough, but they can't bite his fingers.
"Damn...TV dramas are all about entertaining children."
His fingers hurt so much that he quickly rubbed his hands on the quilt to wipe off the saliva and relieve the pain.
His eyes wandered around the room.
But after searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything sharp.
When he looked away, suddenly - his eyes fell on the disposable plastic lunch box on the bedside table.
The plastic lunch box is not a cheap foam box, but a transparent plastic box, and the edges of the box... look extremely sharp.
The little guy immediately grabbed the lunch box.
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and scratched his finger with the edge of the lunch box.
"Hiss——" My finger hurt and blood flowed across it.
He quickly threw away the lunch box, opened the book, and wrote "sos" on the book with his bloody fingers, and then wrote "110". It wasn't that he didn't want to write something else.
First, he didn't know his specific location, and second, he didn't know the specific floor here.
More importantly... there is not enough blood! After writing, the little guy quickly turned over the pages and wrote several more pieces of paper while the blood on his hands was still wet, until his fingers stopped bleeding. After doing this, he pricked up his ears.
Listening to the noise outside and hearing that the Jian family was still eating, he carefully got out of bed and tore off the paper with blood written on it.
He carefully opened the window, crumpled each piece of paper into a ball, and threw it out of the window.
Then.
He leaned against the window and carefully counted the floors opposite, and then he concluded that he was now on the nineteenth floor.
Later.
He came back to the bed, cut another finger cruelly, and continued to write for help.
"19th floor, 110!"
After writing only two pages, the blood on my fingers dried again. Chenchen grinned in pain and quickly rolled up the written papers and threw them downstairs.
Seeing the paper falling down, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Next.
It just depends on luck.
I hope someone sees his distress letter and calls the police.
certainly.
Those letters for help might also be swept away as garbage... but this was the only way he could think of to save himself.
If the papers were not in a ball, the blood stains on them would be noticeable, but the floor is too high. If you just throw the papers down, you don't know where they will float.
It's different when we are in a group.
It is not easy to see the above content if it is grouped together, but if someone sees it, its specific location can be determined.
And next.
All he has to do is... wait! Wait for the police, or wait for Mommy to come and save him!