Zong Hang sat in the corner of the house all night.

This roof truss is on the water, and the ground is nailed with wooden boards. Many splicings are misaligned. Through these gaps, large or small, you can see the dark water surface underneath.

It was raining in the middle of the night, and the water surface seemed to have risen again. When it was light, he spitted into the leaking gap in front of him.

The saliva was mixed with blood, sticky and greasy, with the unpleasant smell in his mouth that had been stuffed all night, and it was accurately dripped through the gap and floated on the water surface of the lower head. It did not sink or float away, and it floated into a nail in his eyes, as if he wanted to specifically disgust him.

His tongue tried to pull back, and hissed and breathed in pain as soon as he moved, and his face became tangled.

In fact, there is no need to lick it, and I also know that there is a missing tooth and a bloody cavity there.

Yesterday, after seeing Old Man Ma, he was angry at first, but after returning to his senses, he suddenly became ecstatic.

It was a big mistake. He caught the wrong person. His father was fine, and the whole family was fine. He was also confused: Zong Bisheng called him from the country yesterday. What a great revenge, and he even kidnapped the entire transnational kidnapping.

Zong Hang clenched his fists, pounded the wooden door, pounded the wall, and shouted: "Is there anyone there? It's a misunderstanding. Come and listen to me!"

The men who tied him up and threw him away were already gone.

Zong Hang became more and more anxious, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead: Even if it was a misunderstanding, it was almost a day before he was kidnapped. Long Song must have called the police, and Zong Bisheng was probably alarmed. At home and outside, it was probably a mess.

He was so angry that he kicked the door hard with his foot.

Old Man Ma looked at him from the side, hesitated for a while, and stuttered: "That..."

He wanted to remind Zong Hang that the person in charge of guarding the house was a fat man weighing nearly 200 pounds. He was addicted to alcohol and manic, and he didn't have any weight when he hit someone.

Zong Hang yelled: "Shut up the fuck!"

He almost hated Old Man Ma to death.

He tried his best, pounded and smashed, and then his voice became hoarse: "Come on, let me tell you clearly. It's not me, my surname is not Ma..."

The sound of unlocking came from the door.

Zong Hang was excited and was about to meet him when the door was kicked open.

The smell of alcohol came over my face, and the fat man standing at the door looked like an iron tower, holding a vise in his hand.

It was this vise that took off one of his teeth.

When he was pulling his teeth, Zong Hang struggled fiercely, and his throat was full of energy, causing convulsions all over his body. He thought he was going to die, but Old Man Ma wanted to come over to help, but was slapped by the fat man and couldn't get up for a long time.

Then, the fat man used a vise to hold the bloody teeth and shook it in front of his eyes, and shrewd, saying, "Silence."

...

After that, Zong Hang didn't say a word. He felt that he might be numb and he doubted whether there was a nerve in his alveolar that directly penetrated the brain. After the teeth were pulled, part of his brain was damaged, so he was so dull.

He also figured it out that the two Cambodians in the Chinese restaurant who apologized to him were probably fake - because if it were true, this would not have happened.

Old man Ma rubbed his hands and accused him, "You said this, I don't know why you caught you..."

Zong Hang wanted to sneer, his face was not strong, and his voice couldn't come up, and he only sprayed two radiators of air from his nose.

Why did you catch me? Don’t you think you have any b-mindedness?

Old Man Ma knew the situation and left embarrassedly. Of course, the house was not big, so he could only walk to the corner at the farthest.

The sky was bright again. Someone opened the door and threw the rice in. The iron tray fell to the ground. With a bang, two shallow iron basins inside swayed, and most of the soup splashed out.

The bowl is made of dog-like soup rice.

Zong Hang vowed not to eat it, but it looked dirty, and there were a lot of bacteria inside.

So he still sat down, his right half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun with overhead, and it was shiny inside.

Old man Ma was awakened by the sound, yawned, and walked to a big leak and peed.

The smell of urine brought the old manly flavor that only older people had. Zong Hang disliked him and turned his face away.

He now only has one thought: to meet the head here as soon as possible, talk to him, explain the matter clearly, and even if he pays some money, he must leave here quickly, not a place for people to stay.

***

In the afternoon, there was finally some movement outside.

First there were a bunch of footsteps, with scattered voices wrapped in the footsteps. After getting closer, Zong Hang heard that the person who was talking was the one who broke the melon, with a careful to please him. Although the other voice was just "um" or "ah", it was obviously arrogant.

This must be the head of the head. Zong Hang's eyes gradually lit up. When the door lock sounded, he was ready to go, and his throat was so nervous that he was dry.

Old Man Ma looked at him with complicated eyes.

As soon as the door opened, Zong Hang rushed up. The man on the head was startled and subconsciously retreated. The two people next to him rushed up, grabbed Zong Hang from left to right, shoved him to the ground, and beat him up.

Zong Hang ignored his arms, protecting his head and face, and still shouted loudly. Those well-written scripts were clearer than ever: his name, hometown, parents, passport number, ID number, where he settled in Siem Reap, and who can prove it...

He couldn't even take care of being beaten, so he must seize this opportunity and make everything clear.

While dodging, he heard the man say, "Don't hit it first."

Zong Hang felt hope in his heart. He turned over, crawled at the man with his hands and feet a few steps, and his voice became hoarse: "What I said is true. You can go check it, call the Angkor Hotel and ask anyone, and the staff inside know me."

It was not until then that he saw the man clearly.

He is a Thai man, very gentle, slightly fat, elegant, and has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His expression is actually quite a bit amiable.

He looked at the person who broke the melon and said in Chinese: "Danzi, what's going on?"

Danzi stuttered: "Brother Guess, I...I'm not very clear. When we came over, Aji saw this kid drinking and told us that this is Ma Yuefei's son, absolutely not wrong. I thought it would be better to have one more, so... I brought it with me."

Brother Guai frowned and said, "You have to ask clearly this. I also remember that Ma You only has a father and has never heard of having a brother."

Zong Hang felt that there was a door, and his cheeks were so excited that he felt hot: "Really, just call me, Angkor Hotel, everything is clear."

Brother Guai is kind and said: "Don't worry about this, we will ask. If you really make a mistake, you will be sent back."

He also ordered Danzai: "Get someone a bottle of water, and his face is so swollen that it is not delicious."

They took Old Man Ma away and asked questions. Zong Hang watched Jai Ge and his party leave with gratitude, just like watching the savior.

After that, the fat man brought him a bottle of mineral water, and his attitude seemed to have improved.

Mineral water is a small bottle, all in Khmer, I can't understand it, but I know the brand, angkor, Angkor.

Zong Hang unscrewed the lid and took a sip. The clear sweet spring water diluted the smell of blood in his mouth. He felt a little relieved, feeling that there were still many good people in this world, and even kidnappers were reasonable.

***

In the evening, Old Man Ma was released. He was not too distressed, but there were a few bruises on his face, but he was more energetic than ever, with strange light in his eyes, unable to sit still, and walked around the house.

After leaving for a while, he came over to talk to Zong Hang.

"Xiao Zong, they asked me just now, and I said you really have nothing to do with our family. You're really wrong."

So, what's going on with this tone that is like expressing skills? I still have to thank you?

But it's still good that he can testify. Zong Hang said coldly.

Old Man Ma looked at him for a while, and suddenly seemed to have made up some decision.

He swallowed, knelt down and lay on the ground, looked under the crack of the door and then looked.

Zong Hang was inexplicably made by him. Before he could recover, Old Man Ma had already approached his ears, his voice trembling with nervousness and his body trembling.

He whispered: "Don't trust them, you must be prepared and will not let you go, lies."

Zong Hang looked at him in a daze, his mind a little confused.

Old Man Ma licked his lips and looked back at the panel: "Drug traffickers, these people who sell drugs, think about it yourself, will you let you go? Think about it yourself."

Zong Hang stammered: "But I and them... are okay."

Old Man Ma said: "When I was just brought back, I heard that Danzi go to tell Brother Cai that there is news online. Do you know what it means? You are a foreigner. If you are kidnapped, you will alarm the embassy. The news has been reported. They are in this industry again and will send you back? Think about it with this and think about it carefully!"

His index finger almost hooked into the character "7", poking his temple hard.

Zong Hang's mind was full of mud, trying desperately to catch something to refute: "But that Guess, he looks very kind and reasonable..."

Old Man Ma sneered and pointed at the wound on his face: "He was very kind to talk to me, and he asked someone to hit me, and even apologized to me, saying sorry, he shouldn't hit the old man..."

There was a clang sound from afar. I don’t know who accidentally hit the bowl. Old Man Ma’s heart broke out, and like a frightened mouse, he ran away with a slam.

How far can you be from Zonghang?

Zong Hang sat in place, his mind was like a blast, breaking one by one, and accidentally lowered his head and saw the fingertips of ten fingers bounced up uncontrollably.

He suddenly reacted and stumbled to Old Man Ma, his voice as low as a whisper: "Then...what should I do?"

He knew that he should hate Old Man Ma, but there was no way. He hated him and could not solve his problem. In his current situation, the whole world is sharpening his knife at him. Old Man Ma is the only person who is likely to release his kindness to him.

Old Man Ma looked at Zong Hang with a hint of guilt.

He said, "No one can help you, you can do it yourself."

Zong Hang has a sense of absurd and unreality. When he grows up, he hears the most "you have to do this, you have to do this." Everything is paved by others, and no one has ever asked him to "do it by himself", and it is such a serious matter of life and death.

He was stunned, as if he was talking to himself: "What will they... deal with me?"

Old Man Ma said, he guessed that there were two possibilities.

First, let people "disappear". This is a residential area and will not attack here. They may use a boat to carry him to the depths of the lake, with stones or iron bars tied to the bottom;

The second is to sell it to slave labor. In some parts of Southeast Asia, this bad habit remains. Sell people to plantations on islands or fishing boats outside the sea. People will never hear about you again. People live like ghosts. If you are lucky, they will be rescued in ten or twenty years. If you are unlucky, they will die. The bones are buried under the lush crops in the plantation, or sink into the cold sea.
To be continued...