smuggler

Chapter 218 Insomnia for Ten Years
"I understand!"

Thinking of this absurd and terrifying thought, my body trembled a little.

I quickly took out my phone and called the police, wanting to verify my thoughts.

Soon, the alarm call was connected.

I said, "Hello, I was tricked into a hotel, and now I'm trapped inside and can't get out, can you send someone to rescue me?"

"Do you know what hotel it is?"

I hurriedly mentioned the name of the hotel, but the police officer over there asked in doubt and said, "Hi, please tell me the detailed address! We can't find the hotel you mentioned here. "

My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately told the detailed address that Cheng Fang had said.

The police officer checked it three times and told me every time.

"There is no such store."

I thought of those few taxi drivers who refused to take me, each of them told me very seriously: "I have never heard of this hotel."

The police officer: "Hello, please keep your phone open, we will find out the address you mentioned as soon as possible."

"Ok!"

After I hung up the phone, I stood where I was. Because I verified my inner thoughts, I felt a sense of relief in my heart.

I looked at the open space in front of me and said to Chu Yuan, "You should have known it when you first came here."

At the beginning, I thought I came to the wrong place, but he was very sure that we came here yesterday, so it is enough to show that Chu Yuan actually knew what was going on just now.

"To be exact, it was when I left the hotel yesterday and last night." Chu Yuan's voice came to mind, and he said, "It's daytime, she hasn't slept yet, we didn't come at the right time."

Now Chu Yuan and I are communicating with each other consciously, I looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: "It seems that I came a little early today, but it will be dark soon, so wait a little longer."

Because I was really sleepy yesterday, I slept until five or six o'clock, and it was the first time I came to this unfamiliar place, so it was almost dark.

There is a stone not far from the wilderness, just walk over and sit on it, staring at the front, gradually waiting for the night to fall.

Chu Yuan smiled and said, "Do you want to see her merits?"

I froze for a moment, and said in surprise, "Can I see it?"

Chu Yuan was not talking. At this time, the sky was slowly getting dark, and at the moment when the last ray of sunlight gathered, a magnificent castle-like hotel appeared in front of me.

The lights were bright, people were coming and going, the rich second generation came in in a luxury car, hugged his girlfriend, she turned around, she was a second- and third-tier female star.

Everyone's movements were exactly the same as last night.

I squinted my eyes and looked up at the sky above the castle. A few looming black lines wrapped around the entire hotel, binding the limbs of the castle.

Those creepy words slowly squirmed, "pain", "despair", "fear", "bloody", "both perish".

There was also a bloody name on it.

"Zheng Xinghui." I looked at those words with some horror, and couldn't help murmuring.

Is this Cheng Fang's meritorious deeds? ?
Seeing this scene, my head was a little numb, but I reacted in an instant.

"I know what's going on."

I immediately called the police and asked him to check all the women named "Cheng Fang" in the city.

This is a very common name. The search page has more than 100 pages, but not all "Cheng Fang" have a husband named "Zheng Xinghui".

As long as you check the range, you can basically lock it instantly. In less than 10 minutes, the other end of the phone said: "I found it. It is located in the seven blocks and four elevators in Lane 23, Dongzhong Street, XC District."

Before he could ask any more questions, I took a deep breath and said directly, "I want to call the police, and this is the address."

"What happened there?"

I said without hesitation, "A tragedy happened."

In order to verify my conjecture, I did not enter the hotel, but went to the location that the police officer said first.

The destination is a very dilapidated tube building, which is 40 years old according to visual estimation. Most of the people living here are local old people, and young people have gone to the new development zone to buy commercial housing.

It was an old policeman and a young policewoman who came out to the police. The female policeman pretended to be a neighborhood committee and knocked on the door. A man opened the door.

As soon as he saw a group of policemen pouring into his home, his first reaction was not panic or fear or asking what happened, but he subconsciously cast his eyes on a woman in the back room.

The woman was like a mouse stared at by a falcon, trembling with her head in her arms, and whimpering inarticulately: "I didn't call the police...I didn't call the police...he didn't hit me...he didn't hit me these two days..."

I pushed open the door and walked in. When the woman heard the sound of footsteps approaching her, she shivered reflexively and let out a wail of fear.

I squatted in front of her and called her softly: "Cheng Fang, look up at me."

She trembled and raised her head slowly, her eyes met, she suddenly called out in surprise: "I've seen you!"

I trembled in my heart, squinted my eyes and asked, "When?"

"When dreaming."

I suddenly laughed, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as I imagined.

The woman in front of me who has been tortured by her husband's domestic violence for more than ten years is old and haggard, with gray hair growing on her temples.

She has the same face as the female president.

I asked her, "When did you start having such dreams?"

She struggled to recall for a long time, and her dull brain, which had been tortured by violence for many years, was like a rusty machine, and I could even hear the creaking sound when it was running.

She said, "It seems to be... ten years ago."

Everything is right.

Her mental state was clearly out of order, and I didn't dare to ask more questions. At this time, the female police came up to give advice, and two other auxiliary policemen were interrogating the man.

"You called the police?" The old policeman came over, stared at me and said.

I nodded.

The veteran policeman said with a look of embarrassment: "Men tend to be violent, and women have no source of income. If the men are not arrested, the women will be beaten to death sooner or later. If the men are arrested, the women will starve to death sooner or later."

He pointed to the back room: "Look at her, her personality has been completely destroyed by violence. If she has enough financial resources, she can slowly recover under psychological intervention, but she is also old and has no skills. Give her this much time and hire her after she recovers from her trauma."

He crushed the cigarette and cursed bitterly: "We can only criticize and educate the man in a friendly way. If our attitude is not good enough, or beat him up, after we leave, he will get even worse and get revenge on her." go on."

This man has violent tendencies, but Cheng Fang's personality and spirit are a little abnormal.

"Leave it to me to handle."

These words were not said by the old policeman, nor by me, but by Chu Yuan.

When I left, Cheng Fang waved her hand cautiously, and her sleeves fell off, revealing the shocking scars on her arms, scalded by knives.

(End of this chapter)