When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 2 The Second Beat

If I remember correctly, my name should be Jiang Qiwan. I went to Russia to study abroad in 21. I was 24 years old when I went there. I came back after graduating from graduate school. My birthday is in the summer. I should be almost [-] now——

"25," Valentin interrupted, "you should be 25 this year."

"Ah?" I was remembering, and I opened my mouth wide, "What's wrong, my [-], [-] minus [-] can't make a mistake—"

He glanced at me and said, "It's March [-]." It was probably because my dumbfounded expression was too annoying, so he waved his hand, unwilling to explain further: "Forget it, go ahead."

Being interrupted by him like this, I couldn't continue. I stared at him twice, and laughed straight: "Why did you shave your beard?" Mao Zi, who has no beard, looks to be in his early twenties. Well thought out, he really is a pretty young man, with a sharp jawline, a slightly sunken chin, and a small scratch on his chin, he must have been careless at ordinary times, for such a big man, it is not easy to shave his beard.

He froze, and raised his hand to touch his cheek uncomfortably. Seeing that I was still staring at him, he suddenly turned his head.Only then did I realize that his ears were already red, and I couldn't help but feel refreshed—this young man would be ashamed to be looked at twice, but it was really interesting.

So far, Maozi has grown from a foreign bandit to a young man, and I am not as afraid of him as before. I was thinking about how to take the opportunity to order something to eat, and my stomach started to growl.After two seconds, Valentin finally realized that he should feed me as a hostage, and started slowly; I watched his whereabouts nervously, don't take anything out of the pile of smelly takeaway boxes for me something comes out.Fortunately, he had a conscience, and brought a backpack, which contained a hot lunch box, which should have been brought in from outside.Thinking of this, I felt annoyed again. He must have gone out yesterday. He had an excellent chance of escape, but I fell asleep to death—this pig body, I don’t know where it came from so sleepy, just an inexplicable person You can sleep in the dark even in the hall.Oh, forget it.

It's better to eat first.As soon as Valentin opened the lunch box, I was overwhelmed by the smell. I didn't expect that the hairy stuff looked quite useful. The general idea was that I was a Chinese guy. I brought a braised pork rice and spread it on a full layer, which was really considerate.I was so excited that I clasped my hands together: "Spassi*! Spassi!"

In a few minutes, I was cleaned up and I was very satisfied. In order to get closer, I said gratefully: "I like stewed pork rice best! Spassi, it's very delicious."

The flattery was in place, and Valentin's complexion improved a lot. He asked me if I still wanted to sleep, and I quickly shook my head: "No sleep, no sleep, I just woke up for a while." He took away the lunch box without saying anything , threw it to the corner where the takeaway box was placed, and I saw my forehead twitch, and then he chatted again: "Yesterday you passed out after talking for a while, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed."

I was a little apologetic: "I can sleep quite well, I scared you, I'm sorry." After I finished speaking, I felt that something was wrong. This conversation was a bit too warm, and it didn't look like a conversation between a kidnapper and a hostage.However, I comforted myself that the foreign bandit was willing to get close, which meant that he had no intention of killing, and the chance of survival was still very high.The most urgent thing is to get the words out of his mouth, and find out which bastard is going to buy me.As if I suddenly remembered something, I asked him: "You just said it was March?——No wonder, spring sleepy. But why is the heating still on in the house, shouldn't Beijing stop earlier."

He stopped fiddling with his backpack and turned his back to me. I watched his arms slowly droop, and he didn't speak for a long time. I was a little scared for no reason, thinking that the cliché just now was too obvious and annoyed him.

"This is not Beijing." He turned his head sideways, his shoulders covered half of his face, only a pair of eyes were visible, and there was still light in the dimness. "This is Moscow."

I can't turn my mind around again. I studied in Moscow, but I graduated and returned to China a long time ago. Why am I in Moscow now?Could it be that they specifically tied me to Russia to destroy my corpse?I panicked, got up, and begged: "Valentin, tell me, who wants my life? I really don't know what I have done. Please do me a favor. Make me understand, why did you end up in Moscow overnight?"

"Who wants your life?" he repeated.

I nodded anxiously.

At this time, the kettle boiled and the light jumped, he walked over and poured it into two cups, picked up the spoon and stirred it into the cups, stirred one into the other, then threw it into the sink, turned and walked towards me Come.

"I don't know who wants your life?" He said in a bad tone, and handed me the cup with anger. It was rich hot chocolate, with a piece of marshmallow added. It's something for an old man to coax children; I drank it carefully I took a sip and curled up in the quilt, the hot embossed pattern on the cup made me feel a little better.

"Then what are you doing keeping me here?" I bravely doubted.

"Do you think I locked you up here?!" Valentin yelled angrily and couldn't control himself, "Where did I lock you up? I didn't tie you up, didn't lock you up, I gave you a bed to sleep on, delicious food and drink You still think I'm keeping you locked up?!" He stood up abruptly, put the chocolate on the bedside table with a bang, which startled me, and quickly pulled the quilt in, and then he put The door opened, rushed to the table and threw me a bunch of keys.

"Don't you think I'm locking you up? Let's go, let's go now!" He cursed and came over to throw the quilt off me, I held the cup tightly and dodged to the side, shouting: "—It's about to be spilled! It's about to be spilled!"

"Get out! You're still drinking!" Valentin snatched my hot chocolate, stretched out his long arms, and poured the cup full into the sink, but my marshmallows couldn't flow down, and I lay dirty and alone on the stainless steel.There was no heat source in my hand, and the quilt was taken away. I had nowhere to hide, and I was at a loss. Holding the bunch of cold keys, there was a smell of rust, and my nose suddenly became sore. , It was so cold that people shivered at once.

Valentin was also blown by the strong wind, but he didn't seem to feel the cold at all. He stood on the head of the bed with his arms folded, like a statue, motionless; he sneered, "Why don't you go?"

I turned my head to look outside the door, it was snowing, Valentin did not lie to me, it was spring in Moscow.I looked down at a thin old sweater on my body. It was baggy, obviously from Valentin, and it smelled like cashmere. I wondered if it would shrink if it was exposed to snow.Holding the bunch of keys, I slowly moved my butt to the edge of the bed. The soles of my feet hurt when they landed, and the cold air climbed up between the toes.I knew that Valentin was looking at me, so I went out, leaning on the wall, although I felt weak in my legs; I went to the door, which opened into a small courtyard enclosed by a fence, and the key was an iron gate.The snow was falling heavily, and the pickup trucks parked outside were all covered, and the sky and the earth were vast. I had nowhere to go, but I had to go.

"If you walk out of this gate, you won't even think about coming back." He threatened behind him.I turned my head to look at him, he folded his arms and stared, as if he was angry with someone.It's really strange for a kidnapper to say such a thing, but I don't know why I feel a little pain in my heart.But of course I wouldn't ask him if he could stay. He wanted to humiliate me, but I didn't let him do it; even if he died outside, it would be a hundred times better than being locked up in the house.I don't know where such a big emotional ups and downs came from. If it was because he just yelled at me, I would definitely not admit it.So I forcefully held back my tears and told myself that Moscow doesn't believe in tears.

I didn't wear shoes, and the snow made my skin tingle, and my legs couldn't move. After walking a few steps, I fell to my knees and fell on the snow.I fell to the ground, unable to control my expression anymore, tears flowed out quickly, mixing with the snow water.

With a roar, Valentin chased after him.I didn't want him to see my face, so I struggled left and right. He was so angry that he slapped me on the face, making me speechless, and I didn't struggle anymore, just let him manipulate me.Valentin turned me over and put me on his back. His body temperature was very high even in a snowy day wearing a vest, and people couldn't help but want to get closer. .Valentin felt that I was twisting, and couldn't free his hand to hit me again, so he could only curse: "Fuck you Ivan, start torturing people when you wake up, you'd better fucking pass out!"

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Sibasiba: Russian transliteration, thank you.

Dejavu: "Deja vu".Literary films often appear.