Police Chen Shu

The kidnapper Lao Wang is a psychopath, at least, he thinks so.

Before, he was also a normal person. Ever since I got on the kidnapper's boat with Huang Zimin from the same village seven years ago, everything has changed. Every time he ran back to his hometown after committing a crime, even though several months had passed, he would often dream that the police suddenly rushed into the house and arrested him.

In severe cases, dreams and reality will overlap.

He would also ask himself, why did he do this damned, killing job!

I have repeatedly warned myself that I can't do it anymore! Never again! If you continue to do this, you may be really crazy!

However, every time the family spent almost the same amount of money, he would still lower his head in vain struggle.

So when he went out to work with his accomplices, he would feel that his brain was like a balloon, being inflated little by little, and gradually getting bigger, just waiting for it to be blown up with a "bo!"

Fortunately, the previous cases did not take too long, and the work was completed in a few days. Lao Wang also went back to his hometown smoothly. But this time, it took too much time. Lao Wang felt that he couldn't bear it and was about to fall ill.

At this moment, he was very nervous sitting in the driver's seat.

His face was flushed, and his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel were covered with cold sweat. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the bridge and muttered to himself for a while, then turned his head to look at the female hostage who was tied up in the back seat.

"Why hasn't the money been thrown down yet? Come on, come on!"

As Lao Wang, who has committed several serious crimes in a row, he came out again with his accomplices this time, and he was still nervous and uneasy throughout the whole process, without the aura of a gangster at all. Even the other two accomplices, who have been friends for more than ten years, don't dare to let him take care of themselves when they are working now, and they all take the simplest jobs for him.

If it weren't for Lao Wang himself to be a big truck driver who lives in the car all year round, and his smooth driving skills are the best in the village, I am afraid that Lao Wang would not even have a chance to share soup in the gang.

At this time, the beeping sound of rainwater falling on the car was like a thousand insects scratching his heart and a splitting headache to him.

Therefore, when the accomplice did not get the ransom for the second time and walked back to the car alone, the old Wang, who usually only nodded and bowed to his accomplices, suddenly became violent, punched the inner car door with a backhand, and said angrily:

"What are you doing! Why don't you bring the money!!!"

Old Wang Yuan stared at his bloodshot eyes, and let out a heavy gasp. This is completely different from the huge contrast in the past, and completely stunned my friends.

The accomplice lowered his head and said cautiously: "They put the money on the guardrail. We will throw the money down when we bring the hostages to the side of the road to show them."

At this time, Liu Yan, who was wearing an eye mask and cotton earplugs, was tied behind her back and curled up in the back seat of the car, writhing non-stop, seemed to have heard a sound, and suddenly fell silent.

"Procrastinate! Procrastinate! Procrastinate!" Old Wang took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said hoarsely, "The police will rush over soon!"

The accomplice comforted Lao Wang again and again, while untying the straps on Liu Yan's feet: "No, the boss is guarding on the mountainside."

When Liu Yan's feet were released, the kidnappers ignored her numb and stiff feet due to long-term binding, pulled her out of the car, and dragged her to the side of the road.

"Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon." The kidnapper said, not sure if he was comforting Lao Wang or himself.

Lao Wang felt short of breath, with trembling fingertips and tight throat, but he could only hold on to the steering wheel, wait, watch, and stare at his accomplice dragging the hostages to the big rock on the side of the road and throwing them down. Go under the bridge.

One two. Three. Four. Five.

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

The anxious Pharaoh sat in the driver's seat, silently counting numbers aimlessly in his heart, trying to suppress his chaotic emotions a little.

Time passed little by little, and Pharaoh, who had silently counted to hundreds, could no longer hold back his temper. He stared closely at the accomplice who was still shouting at the family members of the hostages under the bridge in the distance, and a surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

He turned around and lay down on the passenger seat, supporting half of his body with his right hand, opened the storage box in front of the passenger seat with his left hand, rummaged through the dagger hidden inside, and prepared to go down and stab the hostage in a short while.

Let those bastards regret it!

Lao Wang found the dagger and held it tightly in his hand. He felt his slightly trembling arms, and the faster and heavier panting. He felt that this was excitement, this was strength, and he needed to vent.

He was trembling all over, and kept talking to himself: "It's her fault, it's their fault! Why don't you throw the money down! Why don't you throw the money down quickly!"

He couldn't wait to rush out of the car, pull the hair of the little woman by the side of the road, and stab her in the stomach a few times.

Look at her curled up on the ground shaking!

Hear her howling and begging for mercy!

See if those bastards dare to keep talking on the bridge, keep talking!

He got up and pulled the door handle. The moment he lifted his left foot out, the rearview mirror on the door suddenly flashed a white light, followed by a burst of engine roar.

The sudden white light blinded his eyes in an instant, and the roaring sound of the huge engine even rushed into his brain.

Who will run over in the middle of the night! This is the wilderness! Who is coming! who!

The police are here! The police should be here! The police must be here!

"The police are here!!!"

In an instant, the courage that Lao Wang had accumulated, the excitement that filled his body, and the anger that filled his chest disappeared without a trace.

In the world, the only thing left is that sharp and extreme cry.

At that time, he was not a kidnapper who committed many crimes, he was not a gangster who ran for thousands of miles, he was not a thug who was ready to go in with white knives and come out with red knives.

He's nothing, he's just Lao Wang, just a Lao Wang who wants to get far away from this ghost place, just a poor man who wants to run, run, and get away.

Pharaoh slammed the car door shut and stepped on the accelerator. All of a sudden, the car passed by the friend who was standing under the bridge, and rushed to the muddy road under the bridge regardless. That was the escape route they had already stepped on, and the roads there were complicated and connected in all directions.

rush over!

rush over!

Just rush over and he'll escape!

Old Wang can escape.