Chapter 1921

On the boat.

"Hoo ~"

the warm sea breeze blows, but Vicat feels cool. Too much, he was ignored, thought that this pot has its own share, did not expect that people just tease him to play.

Brother!

Let's learn about human rights.

Then.

I saw the tall captain with a simple and honest smile on his face. Vicat was very frightened. This smile is too deceptive. God knows if he will become a devil in the next moment.

"Want to eat?" There is temptation in the voice.

"Well."

Vicat nodded hard.

"Well.. Sing a song, be cheerful. " The captain laughed.

“。。。”

Vika is speechless, singing? I want to be happy. I was kidnapped by you. Can I be happy? It's good not to cry, but if you look at each other's expression and don't sing, you can't eat this meal.

A clench of teeth.

"Good."

I sing.

All for food.

So.

Playing the level of Macbeth, singing a pop song, I feel very ashamed. In the past, I used to sing on special occasions or on women to express my joy.

Now.

They're hostages.

"Look, look, be professional."

"Yes."

"Laugh."

"Well."

"That's it."

“。。。”

Vicat resisted the impulse to give up and insisted. Once upon a time, he played like this many times, but at that time, he was holding money in his hand, and there were beauties on the opposite side.

Figure.

Looks.

Kung Fu.

They are all first-class.

However.

Just a few days ago, as if for a long time.

"Here you are."

At the end of a song, Vicat gets the "fruits of labor" he has been dreaming of. This way of exchanging food is similar to that of singing on the street, but Vicat suddenly feels a little happy.

After the effort, the reward, the kind of satisfaction, looming.

Finish eating.

I'm not full.

"Still want to eat?"

"Well."

"Keep singing."

“。。。”

No way.

Vicat for food, just like those girls for their own money, scratching their heads and posturing, trying their best, and their own purpose, is just to eat what they didn't see before.

There is samsara in the way of heaven.

Life.

It's full of... shock!

A song.

Another song.

Vicat traded "labor" for food. Finally, before dark, I ate more than half full, but I didn't have enough food. I thought I was going to spend the night here.

"Get up."

"Get off the boat."

Cried the captain.

"Where to?"

"Of course, to find a safe place, floating on the sea, how can we call for ransom." Just now, he said that he would fight, but he didn't say, "it would be miserable if he was located by satellite."

Listen.

Vicat, you are... It's far sighted.

It's just that.

Looking at the dark woods in the distance, Vicat trembled in his heart. Would he be solved by these people in the woods? I don't think so. If you want to kill yourself, it's more thorough to tie stones and throw them into the sea.

There's no better place to bury people than the sea.

I was relieved.

A leap.

"Step on it."

Vicat jumped onto a raft and rowed towards the shore not far away. At the moment when she stepped on the beach, Vicat was very excited. She had been floating in the sea all night last night and took a boat for half a day.

It's great to be down-to-earth.

"Let's go."

"Oh."

With flashlights on, people were walking along the mountain road. At the end of the road, Vicat found that some lights flashed from time to time, like the road. The rugged mountain road, walked nearly an hour.

Finally.

Come to the side of the road.

At this point.

There is a van parked there. It's a rural road. There are few vehicles passing by. Vicat didn't succeed in asking for help. As for running? Forget it. It could hit a tree the next second.

It's too dark.

Step forward.

The captain was talking to each other, muttering.

Local language.

Vicat didn't understand a word. Many of the native languages in Malaysia are incomprehensible, not to mention the Indonesian side. He can only distinguish some simple sounds from Indonesian girls.

It's a pity.

Just a few words, though touching, have no reference value.Finish.

The captain turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "boy."

"Ah?"

"You're lucky."

“？？？”

Vicat's full of questions. Lucky? What's your luck? Is it your conscience that your evil thoughts have disappeared? However, the captain's answer, as always, was beyond Vicat's expectation.

"The car's stereo is broken. On the way, you have another chance to show it. Don't worry, there's food."

Listen up.

Vicat's mouth sucks.

Oh!

Ha ha!

My... Where's the knife?

That night.

Vicat broke down. After singing for hours, the whole vocal cord was mute. At the moment, he vaguely knew why the other party asked him to sing, not because he sang well, but because he broke his voice.

Think about the beginning.

He had a girl sing that, too.

A few hours.

Vocal cords are broken, almost irreversible damage.

It's just that.

Why? Why? As a kidnapper, you should know how to ask the party for money, at least make sure that the hostage can be identified. If you are hoarse, how can you confirm your identity?

You can't take pictures, can you?

Early in the morning.

When he woke up, he was taken to a room.

"What?"

Vicat's stupid eyes.

The stool.

Camera.

Masked.

“。。。”

This moment. He is a bit collapsed. The picture is very familiar. When some people challenge the United States or ask for ransom, they often appear. The emotion is not to take photos and kidnap, but to video.

There's more.

Brother!

What are you doing with a knife?

I'm afraid.

"Sit on it."

Covering his face, the captain pointed to the chair and comforted: "don't worry."

"Just record a video, cooperate a little, it's better to look scared and desperate, yes, that's it, keep it." Upon hearing this, Vicat's heart was greeting his ancestors.

Paralysis.

The tip of the knife is against my face. Can you stop being scared? Although this handsome face is a little swollen after being beaten, it's better than most people's face value. It can't leave scars.

"Well."

"Let's go."

After that.

"Cough."

Cough twice.

"So

"By the way, what's your name?" Asked the captain, bowing his head.

"I... Vicat

Vicat is helpless.

"Good."

The captain nodded.

"Vicat, Vicat, remember." With that, he said to the camera, "Vicat's family, listen up, this boy is in my hands, I want him to be good, play money."

"Otherwise."

"Wow

Behind me.

Unable to prevent it, Vicat was drenched in cold water.

"Ah

He jumped straight up.

What's more.

Should have screamed, turned into a roar, throat pain, double stimulation, let Vicat face are distorted, big brother, can notice in advance, no, I honestly cooperate.

There's more.

You have a knife as a decoration? Scare, not better than a bucket of ice water effect, "see, honest money, no police, and, we only need old dollars."

"Ten million."

"I'll give you three days to prepare."

It's very short.

Vicat didn't even say a word. He just hoped that his family could find out his location from the video source and rescue him. Hum, ten million dollars. His value is far higher than that.

But.

You Dalits are not qualified to spend money.