The security guard, blindfolded and gagged, began to struggle upon hearing the words.
It turns out I had my wrist slit. No wonder I felt increasingly colder—he couldn’t see his surroundings, and now he was actually in a frozen wasteland. It’s no surprise he felt cold!
Carrying a dinosaur world with you is quite handy; you can experience different temperatures at any ti. A person suddenly moving from the early spring environnt to the Arctic, where snow never lts, would freeze to death if left there for half a day.
Feeling the tape over his mouth being removed, the security guard imdiately confessed, "I admit, I admit, I’ll tell everything. No one has really caused trouble at our factory in the past few days. Last month, soone from the village caused so trouble, and a journalist ca to interview but was chased away. And last year, there was once..."
With just a few hundred bucks a month, it’s fine to stand guard, but is it worth risking your life?
...
When the security guard suddenly realized he was still in the bathroom, feeling nothing except a bit of cold, he thought he was dreaming. He quickly walked out of the bathroom, saw the familiar factory, and felt warmth return to his body.
Although he had wet his pants from fright, he just sneaked back to the dormitory to change, not daring to tell anyone about the bizarre experience—after all, the interrogator had warned him not to speak carelessly.
...
After spending half the night, Yan Fei had an understanding of all the factories with pollution within a five-hundred-mile radius and was gradually expanding the search range.
This was a very old-fashioned experint. It was said to put soone in an enclosed space, blindfold them, make a cut on the wrist, and then drip warm water from an IV to simulate bleeding—it’s said this could scare a person to death.
Soone working security in a remote place likely doesn’t have much education, and many didn’t even know about this experint. Even if they had heard, being suddenly tied up and facing a ’life-and-death crisis’, very few could keep calm.
Even if, stepping back a hundred thousand steps, there was a genius who could think calmly in such a situation—would he dare to gamble? Gamble his own life? For just a few hundred bucks, is it worth it?
Handling matters for the factory is one thing, but when people resort to kidnapping, what can soone say? If you don’t speak of it later, who would know you did? After all, being a small security guard, if anything major happens, you just find another job elsewhere anyway.
...
About midnight, when Yan Fei took out his phone, he finally saw a text ssage from Heizi. There wasn’t any specific information; it just ntioned that, according to the investigation from the bureau, Lin Haihu’s general direction and the approximate area he might head towards were identified.
Yan Fei thought about it and realized he wasn’t too far off from the general area guessed by the bureau, so he began to continue screening.
The clumsy thod had its advantages, preventing anyone from slipping through the cracks.
Actually, he could listen and look by himself, but he wasn’t at ease. He feared that so factories might have basents, and if the night were quiet, it would be fine, but many polluted factories were thriving with night shifts. The machines roared, and it was hard to hear, fearing any oversights.
The more he investigated, the more anxious Yan Fei beca. He estimated the distance and started reflecting on whether he had overlooked any place. Logically, Lin Haihu shouldn’t have run this far, right?
...
Lin Haihu had actually run farther than Yan Fei imagined. He was now cautiously enduring the pain on his body, hiding in a large garbage bin in a small alley, seriously reflecting on whether he had been reckless!
Besides being genuinely interested in journalism, he also sowhat admired, or even worshiped, his cousin—look at Boss Yan’s past achievents. To maintain order, how much unpaid labor had he sent to jail? He earned money, gained fa, appeared on the news frequently, and even got into college with ease...
Of course, if you asked him, he wouldn’t admit to idolizing him. That’s his younger cousin, and as the older cousin, he couldn’t lose face.
So he’s always hoped that one day, he could make a na for himself—becoming a journalist could easily achieve this goal. As long as he reported sothing newsworthy, fa would follow soon after.
What he didn’t know was that during a less developed dia era, even knowing many journalists, apart from very famous dostic ones, most people wouldn’t even notice who reported a piece of news.
The opportunity Lin Haihu had been waiting for finally ca a few days ago. A journalist told him about a shocking event, which he quickly morized in astonishnt.
After preparing for a few days, he used a midterm exam as an excuse to tell his dad he needed to stay at school, then disguised himself and sneaked into the county, boarded a passing vehicle, and embarked on his journey—he ran. With his prominence in Sancha River Town, no one would even charge him for a ride, they would willingly take him when he waved by the roadside.
But whether by bus or hitchhiking, he was afraid of leaking information. So he chose the dumbest but most effective thod, running on his two legs.
After a day and night, Lin Haihu reached a big city in his heart, his destination for this trip.
Then he began wandering the streets, seeing beggars with disabilities, both adults and children. He would step forward and toss a coin, asking them quietly a few questions...
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