The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 283, Ink Jing Shen, is here

A few minutes later, Feng Ling went back and breathlessly, and there was blood on his face. He rushed into the grass where the season was warm, but he did not see the warmth of the season.

"Mr. Mo?" Feng Ling frowned: "Quiet?"

Her low voice was scattered in the wind, and the river in the distant Tonle Sap was calm and dark.

No one responded.

Only a cell phone dropped in the grass, lying there quietly.

......

I was taken away by myself, this is the first thought after the warmth of the season.

It turned out that she was indeed thrown on the ground at this time. In this room, almost no light was visible in the dark, and the air was damp and salty, full of decaying musty.

She tried to move, and the two wrists had already been tied back to the back, and the legs were bundled together.

In just a few seconds, the warm-hearted brain couldn’t reflect it. There was a burst of dialogue outside the door, but I didn’t know what it was saying.

The season warmed up and took a breath, forced himself to calm down, turned his eyes and looked around.

This is a very common wooden house in Cambodia. It is very empty. There is nothing. A kerosene lamp is hung on the top of the head. The weak kerosene light is almost equal to the absence. There are moths attached to the lampshade and a huge drop. The shadows look strange and horrible.

Just when the season warmed to suspect that he was being kidnapped by someone, the door suddenly slammed and was pushed away from the outside.

Seeing two men who looked wretched and dark, the warmth of instinct moved backwards, back against the wooden wall, a pair of clear eyes watched the two men with vigilance, and saw a peeled skin in their hands. When the snake died, it was strong to hold back the feeling of almost vomiting in the stomach, and the sound of the biting of the teeth was not horrified.

There were two people coming in, one of them holding the snake, the other short-skinned man holding a gun of poor quality, looking at her, grinning, turning his head and holding a snake The man spoke.

They are talking about the Cambodian language. They don't understand the warmth of the season, but when they see their sly smiles, the warmth of the seasons is tight against the wall, and they are not afraid to be fake.

Finally, the chunky man suddenly came over, kneeling in front of her, looking at her, fat and dirty hands to touch her face.

If you don’t want to think about the warmth of the season, don’t start hiding.

The short fat man suddenly snorted and still couldn’t understand the warmth of the season. If he raised his hand, he would give her a slap in the face. Just a second before the slap fell, the door suddenly came into a squatting back. The ten-year-old woman, the old woman coughed, and the two men suddenly stood up and looked back at the old woman. Although it was not respectful, it was still politely retreating. One step, I didn’t continue to worry about the season, and I didn’t continue to let it go.

The old woman walked in, holding a scoop in her hand, staring at the warm season for a while, walking over, getting some water out of the scoop, spilling directly onto the warm face of the season, warming her face in the season Under the inexplicable expression, rubbed it on her face with her hands until the dust and dirt on the warm face were washed off, and she looked at her carefully for a while, then said a word to the warm season.

Still the Cambodian language.

The warm season is worried that these people may be related to the recent incident. If they are Chinese, once they are discovered, they may face more danger. She closes her mouth and pretends to be afraid of shrinking her neck. Shaking his head means you can't understand.

The old woman thought about it and asked in some crappy Chinese: "You are... Chinese... National?"

The warmth of the season still shook his head, and her mouth was not stuffed, she could talk, but she still screamed, meaning she was dumb.

The old woman thinks that she is a very standard Asian beauty, but for a time she does not know which country is coming. After all, the appearance and habits of Asians are similar. After watching her for a while, I see the warm season. If I can't speak, I mean the warm mouth of the season, and ask her if she can't talk.

The season warmed and snorted, nodded hard.

It turned out to be a dumb.

The old woman glanced at her again and turned and said two words to the two men in Cambodian. The two men suddenly reluctantly came over to warm up the season and the season was unclear. But seeing the two of them is helping her to follow the old woman, she set her mind, so let them help themselves out.

When the warm season was taken out of the wooden house, the eyes were suddenly covered with a black cloth. She could not see anything, and she could only be carried in an unknown direction.

When they arrived, the two men put her down. Finally, the old woman came over to help her untie the black cloth on her eyes. She looked down at her for a while, pointed her finger at the direction of the jungle, and made another big hand. The expression that will open up, meaning to tell the season warm, if she runs out casually, she will step on the minefield at any time and will be killed.

The warmth of the season is already clear. It should be the center of the jungle where Nanheng is preparing to encircle, that is, the area where the group is currently stationed.

She was brought in by mistake.

Will Mo Jing Shen be in it?

The warmth of the season controls all of his facial expressions, and there are no flaws, not even looking around, but his eyes are always looking at the old woman in front of him. The old woman untied the rope on the warm feet and then pulled her. Going to the largest wooden house in the middle of the house, after arriving inside, there are several middle-aged people and young people in the wooden house. They saw the old woman coming in with the warmth of the season. They all looked alert and swayed in the warmth of the season. I was very angry and accused the old woman in Cambodian. It seems that she is blaming the old woman for bringing strangers in.

After talking with them a few words, the old woman pointed to the warmth of the season, meaning that she was very clean and had no dangerous items. Then she pulled up the warm hands and carefully smelled it. After the words, the few talents stared at the warmth with a suspicious look.

One of the middle-aged men in his 50s, his hair was white, his face was lion nose, his eyebrows were on the left side of his face, and he looked coldly at the season. He suddenly asked her in English: "Will you cook?"

It turned out that the old woman just smelled the taste of her food, thinking she was a cook...

The warm season still pretends that he can't hear anything, only looking at the man with a look of fear and sorrow.

The middle-aged man continued to stare at her with cold eyes and asked in English: "Which country are you? How can we be brought in by our people from outside? There is no smell of guns and ammunition, only the taste of food, what are you? who?"

The warm-faced face looked helpless and looked at the old woman beside him, and she was hiding behind the old woman.

At this time, there was a sudden change in the outside of the wooden house, and an alarm sounded in the woods.

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(good night.)

(End of this chapter)