Reborn I don't need a heroine

When getting into the car, Wang Heng had a premonition.

The exterior of that Mazda is acceptable, but the interior is a bit old, as if it has been used for many years. Of course, it's normal for unknown musicians to have limited income, but Brother Song's words and deeds really don't look like a musician who can stick to the predicament, but more like a social person who talks a lot.

Seeing that the street outside the car window was getting more and more desolate, Wang Heng wrote down every road sign in sight, took out his mobile phone, and quietly sent a text message to Lu Qi:

[My friend and I may have encountered a pyramid scheme, in a black car, just passing the West Ring Expressway. If I haven't sent a new text message by eight o'clock in the evening, can I ask Sister Lu to call the police for you? 】

He put his phone on silent mode and texted the license plate number of the black Mazda.

After a while, the phone received a text message from Lu Qi: [Are you kidding me? 】

Wang Heng sent another one: [Of course. Don't ask me, sister Lu, and don't send me any more messages. This phone may be confiscated later. At eight o'clock, if I don't send you a text message, you can call the police directly. 】

It took a while after the text message was sent, and after confirming that Lu Qi had definitely received this message, Wang Heng deleted all these text messages.

Then Wang Heng discovered that Brother Song was probably taking a detour. The car made many turns, sometimes took the main road, but most of the time it drove on small roads that didn't even have street signs. During the period before parking, there was not even a street sign, making it impossible to figure out where the place was.

When getting off the car, Pei Ningle was still at a loss, but Wang Heng already guessed what was going to happen next.

Brother Song led the pair of boys and girls into the dilapidated residential building, the room on the left on the ground floor.

This is a small house with one bedroom and one living room. The area is only about thirty to forty square meters. Both the decoration and the furniture are quite old. What's even more striking is that, apart from a bulky TV, there seems to be no electrical appliances.

"Put things down and rest first, I will take you to dinner later."

After finishing speaking, Brother Song left. When he went out, he not only closed the door, but also locked the anti-theft door from the outside.

The footsteps outside the door quickly disappeared.

Pei Ningle took the arm of the young man beside him, and asked uneasily, "Do you feel that something is wrong?"

Wang Heng took out his mobile phone and looked at it, but there was no signal. Now it seems that Brother Song didn't take away their mobile phones, it should be because there is no signal in this place... He judged that it should be the function of the signal jammer.

The girl asked again: "There is no signal on the mobile phone?"

Wang Heng raised his index finger and made a silent gesture in front of his mouth. He then began a search of the room.

At first glance, there seemed to be no electronic equipment here, but after a careful search, he found cameras and bugs hidden in corners of TVs, sofas, or cracks in the walls. If it is not guessed in advance, it is impossible to find it.

Looking at those small high-tech equipment, Pei Ningle asked in a daze: "What are these...?"

"Bugs and pinhole cameras."

"ah?"

"If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself."

With that said, Wang Heng stuffed those little things into Pei Ningle's hands. The girl was holding a handful of tiny electronic devices, at a loss.

Then he added: "I think I've checked carefully just now, but it's still hard to tell if anything has escaped the net. Maybe everything we're discussing now can still be heard clearly by others. It's also possible. of."

Pei Ningle's face turned pale: "Then what should we do... Are we imprisoned?"

"of course."

"But my family is not rich, why..."

"It's hard to say," Wang Heng shrugged. "I thought it was a pyramid scheme on the way here, but I didn't expect that their plan was more straightforward. The current situation is obviously not a pyramid scheme, it is probably a kidnapping."

"Did you notice something was wrong on the way here?"

"Well, the reaction is still a little faster than yours."

Pei Ning moved his lips happily, not knowing what to say.

Wang Heng walked to the window and opened it. However, this was of no use—there was an anti-theft bar outside the window, so it was impossible for people outside to get in through the window, and it was impossible for him to get out through the window. And the neighborhood is too remote, there is not even half a person on the side of the road.

If you take a closer look, there is a big word 'demolition' painted on the outer wall of the opposite building. Presumably this building is also the same, the original residents must have moved out.

"The location is very remote. It's an old building that will be demolished in a short time. There are no residents and no pedestrians. It's really an excellent place for kidnapping and detention." Wang Heng couldn't help but sigh.

Pei Ningle came behind him, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked, "You must have a solution, right?"

Wang Heng turned around and asked back, "What method?"

"Since you have already seen that something is wrong with Brother Song, there must be a way!"

"Oh, you're overthinking. My way is to play it by ear. Originally, if Brother Song was engaged in pyramid schemes, it would be easy to handle. But now it seems obvious that he is engaging in more risky criminal activities. Then I There is no other way.”

The girl still couldn't believe it: "Really?"

Wang Heng spread his hands together: "Of course, now we can only wait. At least I feel that Song Ge will not tear up tickets."

Hearing the word 'tearing tickets', Pei Ningle finally broke down. She sat down on the ground, hugging her knees and crying.

"Woo... I shouldn't have believed him... I'm sorry, I got you trapped too..."

Wang Heng squatted down and patted her thin shoulder, but he didn't try to comfort her. If he really wanted to comfort the girl, Wang Heng could come up with more than one kind of lines by using his brain, but he really didn't want to increase his favorability at this critical moment. To be precise, he didn't want to gain favorability.

After sobbing for a while, Pei Ningle suddenly realized a problem, raised his face and said weakly: "Well, when will our mobile phone recover the signal? If there is a signal, can we call the police..."

Wang Heng sneered and said: "If you think too much, it's impossible to recover. Obviously, people have made sufficient preparations, which should include mobile phone signal jammers. This kind of machine usually sends out junk signals continuously, covering the frequency band used by mobile phones with high power. It's basically impossible to crack. And as long as it's next door or upstairs, we can't reach it, and it's guaranteed to cut off our signal."

Pei Ningle was stunned: "How do you know?"

Wang Heng: "It's very simple, because there is only one reasonable explanation."

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