Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 51

Without a trace, Jiang Yimian looked back at the world above the basement.

Exquisite and luxurious decoration, bright and bright crystal chandeliers hang high on the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall.The dark-toned solid wood furniture, the fireplace on the side, famous paintings, countless treasures and antiques combined to create a unique charm, and the beautiful spiral staircase on one side made her feel that she had traveled to Europe in the last century for a moment.

The luxurious furnishings make people feel like they are in a European-style palace.

Jiang Yimian clasped her fingers hanging by her side, her knuckles were as pale as snow.

It seemed that the person who kidnapped her was not only a pervert, but also a very rich pervert.

Kind of tricky.

Seeing that the group of maids didn't intend to stop her, Jiang Yimian walked to the French window closest to her, opened a corner of the curtain, and she saw that the night outside seemed to open a black hole, deeper, deeper than the last The dark night is deeper.

She couldn't see anything except the darkness of a basement.

She lowered the curtains in disappointment.

Seeing that she was giving up, the leading maid came forward and smiled politely at her, "Miss Jiang, I will take you to the restaurant."

Jiang Yimian curled her lips and smirked, that smile was so hypocritical that people couldn't laugh or cry.

Following the maid into the restaurant, a fresh fragrance hits my face.

Her stomach groaned twice, confirming that what she said about "hungry" was not just words.

"This is the seafood porridge that the young master specially ordered the chef from country Z to make for you. The rice grains are fragrant and smooth, and the seafood is sweet and elastic. They complement each other and blend with each other. They slowly diffuse in the mouth, leaving a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks."

"..."

Is she explaining China on the tip of her tongue?

It was another false smile that hit the heart directly, Jiang Yimian started to drink porridge without saying a word.

The dark eyes rolled around, and she looked around without a trace, observing the "golden cage", trying to deduce the identity of the man who kidnapped her.

The maid called him "Young Master", which made Jiang Yimian wonder whether the other party had made his fortune in a special profession.

In order to have enough time to sort out what happened today, she drank the porridge very slowly, so slow that the maids came up to "grab the bowl"...

"What?!" Jiang Yimian pressed down.

"This bowl of porridge is cold, I'll serve you another bowl of hot one."

"……thanks."

"You're welcome."

Changing to a new bowl of hot porridge, Jiang Yimian drank it "sucking and sucking", still dawdling.

Thinking of something, she suddenly raised her eyes, "What time is it?"

"Seventeen past ten."

Jiang Yimian lowered her eyes, a little absent-minded.

It has been more than three hours since she disappeared. I don't know if the eldest brother and the others have any clues.

Because of distraction, the spoon in Jiang Yimian's hand did not scoop the porridge a few times, but she just took an empty spoon and brought it to her mouth, making the maid beside her cover her lips and secretly smile.

"Miss Jiang, the young master said that if you are full, you can go back to your room to rest."

"Go back to the room..." Jiang Yimian repeated thoughtfully, "Is that the basement just now?"

"Yes."

The neat little white teeth bit her upper and lower lips, she wiped her mouth with a napkin, and suddenly asked with a smile, "I want to watch TV, can I ask your young master?"

The maid froze for a moment, but didn't react for a while.

Jiang Yimian rested her chin on her chin with her white and tender hands, and stared at the other party with her starry eyes, as if she wanted to look at the person who kidnapped her through her.

"Ask." She urged.

"...Yes." I don't know why, but the maid felt like being turned against customers.

She asked her master for instructions, and the answer she got was...

"Miss Jiang, the young master said that staying up late is not good for your health. He hopes you can go to bed before eleven o'clock."

"Okay." The smile on Jiang Yimian's face became real.

She was taken to the living room.

Holding the remote control in his hand, he kept changing channels, and Jiang Yimian's pickiness on his face could be felt by the other party through the monitor.

Sighing and throwing the remote control on the sofa, she began to test frantically again, "Can I play games?"

"This……"

"Ask." She folded her hands under her chin, and even started acting like a baby to the same sex because of her cuteness.

However, the maid really likes her.

I asked my master again for instructions, and after a while, a maid brought a notebook to Jiang Yimian.

"The young master said that there are spider cards and minesweeper in it, enough for you to digest after a meal."

"..."

Moved out of professional smirk again.

The maid greeted her with a smile without real emotion, and took out a mobile phone from behind as if by magic, "The young master said, he was joking with you when he said that just now, this is the equipment for you to play games. "

Jiang Yimian took it with suspicion.

The mobile phone was indeed connected to the Internet, which surprised her a little.

The other party seemed to be confident.

Indeed, even if she was asked to call for help at this moment, she still couldn't tell where she was locked up.

It would take at least an hour for the police to find her location through the signal source of her mobile phone. The minute-by-minute tracking of her location on TV does not exist at all.

By the time they find this place, the kidnapper behind the scenes may have already taken her to another location.

As the saying goes, if things are abnormal, there must be demons.

So Jiang Yimian felt that the man was testing her.

"Can I log in to my account to play games?" She asked with a half-smile.

"Yes."

"Can you team up with teammates?"

"of course."

"Casual communication?"

The maid smiled gently, and raised her hand in a "please" gesture to her.

Jiang Yimian hesitantly logged into her own game account, which was the one that Jiang Mo took her to play.

It is impossible for her eldest brother to hide her disappearance from her family, so her fifth brother must also know. He is the leading "white hat" in the country and is now in charge of network security. With his ability, he will definitely be able to find her location.

Of course, the premise is that he has to believe that her account has not been hijacked.

Now in the eyes of outsiders, she should be in a state of being kidnapped, and she can still play games after being kidnapped, who would believe it!
But believe it or not, she had to try.

Inform [Little Scourge Arrives] that your master [Black Soil] is online.

When Jiang Yimian saw this notification, he was so excited that he almost lost his grip on the phone.

Fifth brother!

You must live up to it!
Unavoidably arousing the suspicion of her kidnappers, Jiang Yimian pretended to start the game, pinning her hopes on Jiang Mo anxiously, while ruthlessly killing all directions.

She didn't say any words for help in the game, as if her purpose of playing the game was the same as watching TV, just to delay time and not be locked in a small dark room.

The goal of paralyzing the other party has been achieved, but...

It is not Jiang Mo himself who is using Jiang Mo's account to play games with her.

Feng Beiting was lazily sitting on the sofa, holding the phone horizontally in jade-like hands, looking softly at the little loli in the pink floral dress on the screen, his beautiful eyes overflowing with smiled.

Yunque and Su Fu glanced at each other quietly, neither of them dared to breathe.

The fourth young master of their family fell ill again!
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Feng Beiting was sick.

Paranoia.

Heavy and diverse.

If classified according to delusional goal orientation, paranoia can be roughly divided into the following aspects.

1. Relationship delusion: The patient thinks that things that are actually irrelevant to him have something to do with him.

For example, after falling ill, Feng Beiting would stubbornly think that Jiang Yimian was his wife.

2. Delusion of special meaning: the patient believes that the words and deeds and daily actions of people around him are not only related to him, but also have a special meaning.

For example, after falling ill, Feng Beiting insisted that Jiang Yimian's hand fetish was caused by him.

3. Jealousy delusion: the patient firmly believes that the spouse is unfaithful to him and has an affair, accompanied by the extreme behavior of tracking and monitoring the spouse's daily activities.

For example, after falling ill, Feng Beiting would kidnap Jiang Yimian on a whim.

4. Love delusion type: also called love delusion disorder, which is a main manifestation of abnormal thinking. The patient first believes that he is in love, and insists that the other party fell in love with him first.

For example, after falling ill, Feng Beiting would flirt with Jiang Yimian to pursue various plots of him, which provided countless materials for Su Fu's novels.

5. Suggestion delusion type: This kind of delusion is quite special. The patient will think that other people's actions towards him have certain hints in them.

For example, after falling ill, Feng Beiting would insist that Jiang Yimian's previous misunderstanding of buying clothes and gifting underwear was a hint to him, a sign that he loved him so much that he couldn't extricate himself.

(End of this chapter)