C79

For the photo in the box, Yu Meng brazenly followed the man into the house.

They were piled up in a mess, and there was no place to set foot in as far as he could see.

"You …" Yu Meng frowned, "Sitting on this chair, you don't feel any pain in your ass?"

The man suddenly raised an eyebrow. The main idea was to ask Yu Meng why she had come in.

Yu Meng snapped out of her daze and pointed at the box beside the man's hand.

"I... May I see the picture in the box? "

The man shook his head.

"Don't misunderstand, I have no other intentions." Yu Meng explained with a wry smile, "I just thought that the woman in that photo looked very familiar …"

The man stood up, grabbed Yu Meng's wrist, opened her palm, and wrote something on her wrist.

"You're mistaken." A few words.

"Then let me take a look." Yu Meng felt that the possibility of her admitting her wrongs on that face was very small.

After all, it had been many, many years since she'd been able to think about the person in the photo.

"Will you?"

The man still shook his head.

This man was already strange to begin with, so Yu Meng didn't continue to plead with him. Instead, she lowered her head and quietly apologized.

"Sorry, I was rude."

Yu Meng looked around.

"Do you live here?"

The man was silent as he lay on the 'bed'. He turned his body with his back facing Yu Meng.

It seemed like he didn't want to continue chatting with Yu Meng.

Yu Meng sighed.

"Then... I'm sorry to disturb you. "

She turned and walked away, her feet crunching on the wooden floor.

The man turned around, his gaze deeply fixated on Yu Meng's back, greedy and infatuated.

However, Yu Meng didn't see it.

She left the place but did not actually return. She found a random corner and hid herself in front of the tea garden entrance. She stuck her head out and looked in the direction of the house's entrance.

Sure enough, just as she expected. After she left, the man came out of the house again with the box and squatted down in front of the tombstones. Behind them, he dug a shallow hole and placed the box inside.

After seeing all of this, Yu Meng quietly left.

But instead of going back to the hotel, she found a restaurant in the nearest town and walked slowly back.

Even the nearest town was far away from this abandoned area. It was already late at night by the time she got there.

The walk would take six or seven hours.

When he returned to the teahouse, Yu Meng was already exhausted. Her curiosity had only grown more and more, and she kept moving forward.

Her plan was to sneak in during the night when the man was sleeping and find the box and look at the photo inside.

She had never had such a strong desire to be sure that she was wrong.

However, Yu Meng had never imagined that not only would she fail to complete her plan, she would even end up lying in a pool of muddy water.

This tea garden had been under surveillance since the afternoon.

As for the man, he had long anticipated the danger and left, leaving behind only Yu Meng.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she was struck in the shoulder by a tranquilizer gun. The next second, she lost all consciousness and fell heavily to the ground.

When he woke up, Yu Meng was locked in a room with walls.

There was nothing in the room, it was square and empty, she was locked in here, the floor was cold and cold.

Yu Meng's head also hurt. She rubbed her temples and struggled to get up against the wall. After calming down for a while, she gathered some strength and slammed the wall as she shouted:

"Hey!" Is there anyone here?! I think you caught the wrong person! Hey! Can anyone hear me?! "

After shouting, Yu Meng panted heavily as she stuck her ear to the wall, waiting for a response.

The peaceful and quiet state lasted for a long time, but no one responded.

She didn't give up hope. Maybe they didn't understand Chinese?

"help!" help! lamjustanordinary Chinesetourist! "

Help! Help! I'm just a Chinese tourist! She hoped they knew she had the wrong man.

There was a long silence. Finally, Yu Meng gave up her struggle and slowly sat down along the wall, hugging herself.

What kind of fate was this … Ever since she came to the Sri Lanka, nothing good seemed to have happened. Had she crossed paths with this city in her previous life?

Finally, a beam of light shone through the 'wall' in front of Remnant Dream.

It must have been a door, but the room was too dark to see clearly. There was only darkness everywhere.

The door was opened, but the light that wasn't too intense still stung Yu Meng's eyes. She raised her hand to cover her face, narrowing her eyes.

"Who are you?!"

In case they didn't understand, she didn't want to give them an English translation.

"whoareyou?!"

"Followme."

Sure enough, he spoke in English.

Yu Meng stood up, hesitating. Her body was pressed tightly against the wall behind her, which allowed her to find a sense of security.

The man turned and walked out the door.

Yu Meng hesitated for a few seconds before following her out.

It was a long corridor, with doors on either side. The airless doors were closed, silent and oppressive.

Yu Meng took careful steps, but her heart was already in her throat.

It looked like a prison in a movie.

Private, not controlled by the police.

Yu Meng gulped and followed the man up an elevator.

Although it was called an elevator, it looked like a freight elevator that could move up and down. The door was a steel fence that separated it from the others, making it look rather dangerous.

"Clang!"

When the elevator stopped, Yu Meng almost fell over.

She didn't know what floor this was, she only knew that it was enough to follow the man out.

This floor appeared much brighter, perhaps because of the light.

There were also a lot of soldiers on this floor. There were all white and black people, and they were all tall and big. Yu Meng was walking amongst them like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In the middle of the room, Yu Meng followed the man inside.

Inside was a man with a cigar in his mouth.

The man looked like he was about 1.9 meters tall. He was muscular and wore an army-green vest that revealed all his tendons. His face was full of muscles and beard. His eyes were fierce and dangerous as if he had possessed them.

"Bang!" A loud sound was heard.

The man behind her completed his mission and left. The sound of the door closing startled Yu Meng.

Trembling, she couldn't help but lean back until she hit the door behind her. At least, she was able to relax a little.

"Chinese?"

The man spoke in Chinese, which was not the proper language. Don't be awkward.

Yu Meng nodded nervously.

She saw the tattoo on the man's left arm, the head of a tiger, its jaws wide open in horror.

A few words suddenly flashed through her mind.

"LTTE."

How could it be LTTE? Fang Rui had already said so before, the Fierce Tiger Chief was killed by a Chinese, and this army had collapsed right after their boss died. It was impossible for them to appear by Yu Meng's side right now.

That should be an ordinary tattoo.

As Yu Meng thought of this, the man slowly approached her.

Yu Meng gasped.

"You, you must have captured the wrong person..."

"I'm just an ordinary tourist …"

"Ordinary tourists?" The man spoke fluent Chinese, but the pronunciation was forbidden: "What would an ordinary tourist do in a place like that?"

Yu Meng's head buzzed. She was about to die from fright.

Only after taking a deep breath did his trembling voice somewhat soften.

She answered honestly, "Because I once heard a story from a friend. I knew that the owner of the teahouse was a Chinese, so I wanted to take a look …"

"I'm just curious." Yu Meng's face was pale. "Really …"

She didn't know who they were going to arrest, or what they were after, or what they were after, or what she didn't want to know.

"You don't know the man who used to live in the teahouse?"

Yu dreamt of those black eyes. All she could think of was those black eyes.

She shook her head.

"I don't know him, I really don't know him!"

"Is that so?" The man smiled evilly. Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed Yu Meng's chin.

"Chinese people are all liars."

"No, no, no..." "Every country has the same number of liars," explained Yu Meng.

"Of all the swindlers you've met, there were more Chinese …"

The man raised an eyebrow.

"A sharp tongue?"

"A sharp tongue." Yu Meng helped him to correct his mistakes out of the professional habits of a former language teacher.

"But my men saw you with him two days ago."

Yu Meng's heart sank.

"I admit I've seen him before because he saved me from a fire at my hotel," she said.

"Oh?"

"Also, when I first came to Sri Lanka, I met with a robbery, and it was he who saved me."

Yu Meng confessed everything about the man in one breath. She didn't dare to hide anything from him. A true man wouldn't let things go wrong. She tried her best to get rid of her relationship with him.

"He just saved me. I'm very grateful to him, but I've never even seen his face!"

As the man listened, one of the cigars just finished smoking. He directly pressed it against his arm to extinguish the cigarette, producing a sizzling sound and the smell of burning meat.

Yu Meng took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

"You are very honest, Chinese."

He looked at Yu Meng and frowned, "Do you know why he repeatedly saved you?"

Yu Meng shook her head.

"You really don't know?"

"I really don't know." Yu Meng's every word was the truth. "I also want to know."

"Then …" The man suddenly raised his hand to grab Yu Meng's collar, and before she could react, he pulled hard.

Her only beige shirt had been ripped off just like that.

The tearing of the fabric made Yu Meng's shoulder hurt. She felt like her upper body was exposed, cold and hot.

"AHH!"