When getting on the bus, Wang Heng had a premonition.

The Mazda has a good appearance, but the interior is a bit old, as if it has been used for many years. Of course, it is normal for an unknown musician to have limited income, but this Song brother's words and deeds are not very similar to a musician who can stick to difficulties, but rather a boastful social person.

Seeing the streets outside the car window becoming more and more desolate, Wang Heng recorded every street sign in his sight, took out his cell phone, and quietly sent a text message to Lu Qi:

[My friend and I may have encountered a pyramid scheme. We were on a black car and just passed the West Ring Expressway. If I didn’t send a new text message at 8 o’clock in the evening, please help me call the police. Is it OK?]

He set the phone to silent mode and sent the license plate number of the black Mazda.

After a while, my phone received a text message from Lu Qi: [No kidding?]

Wang Heng sent another one: [Of course. Sister Lu, don’t ask, don’t send me a message. The phone may be taken away by someone else later. At about 8 o’clock, if I don’t send you a text message, you just call the police directly.]

After sending the text message for a while, after confirming that Lu Qi had definitely received this one, Wang Heng deleted all these text messages.

Then Wang Heng found that Brother Song was probably taking a detour. The car turned many bends, sometimes taking the main road, but most of the time they drove on small roads where there was no road sign. When it was time before the parking lot, he simply didn't even have a road sign, making it impossible to figure out where the place was.

When he got off the bus, Pei Ningle was still confused, but Wang Heng had already guessed what was going to happen next.

Brother Song took the boy and girl into the dilapidated residential building, the one on the left on the ground floor.

This is a small one-bedroom, one-living room, with an area of ​​about 30 to 40 square meters. Both the decoration and furniture style are quite old. There are many tilted up at the corners of the wooden floor and cracks on the walls. What's more amazing is that except for a bulky TV, there seems to be no electrical appliances.

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

After saying that, Brother Song left. When he went out, he not only closed the door, but also locked the security door from outside.

The steps outside the door quickly disappeared.

Pei Ningle pulled the arm of the young man beside him and asked uneasily: "Do you think something is wrong?"

Wang Heng took out his cell phone and looked at it, but there was no signal. Now it seems that Brother Song did not take away the two of them, because there was no signal in this place... He judged that it should be the function of the signal shield.

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

Wang Heng raised his index finger and made a gesture of silence in front of his mouth. Then, he began to search the room.

At first glance, there seemed to be no electronic equipment here, but after a careful search, he found that the cameras and eavesdropping machines were hidden in the corners of the TV, sofas or in the cracks in the walls. If it weren't for speculation in advance, it would be impossible to find them.

Looking at the small high-tech equipment, Pei Ningle asked blankly: "What are these...?"

“Eavesdroppers and pinhole cameras.”

"ah?"

"If you don't believe it, you can take a look at it yourself."

As he said that, Wang Heng stuffed all the little things into Pei Ningle's hands. The girl was at a loss while holding a handful of micro electronic equipment.

Then he added: "I think I have checked it very carefully just now, but it is still difficult to say whether there is a fish that misses the net. Maybe everything we are discussing now can be heard clearly by others, which is also possible."

Pei Ningle's little face turned pale: "What should I do... Are we imprisoned?"

"Of course."

"But my family is not a rich man, 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 the other person's plan was more straightforward. Now this situation is obviously not a pyramid scheme, but probably a kidnapping."

"Did you already find something wrong on the way here?"

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

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

Wang Heng walked to the window and opened the window. However, this was useless. There was an anti-theft railing outside the window. It was impossible for people outside to climb in, and it was impossible for him to climb out. Moreover, the nearby area was too remote, and there was not even a single figure on the roadside.

After a closer look, there was a large "demolition" painted on the exterior wall of the building opposite. I guess the same is true for this building, and the original residents must have moved out.

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

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

Wang Heng turned around and asked, "What's the solution?"

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

"Ha, you're thinking too much. My way is to act according to the opportunity. Originally, if Brother Song was engaged in pyramid schemes, it would be easy. But now it seems that he is playing criminal activities with greater risks, so I have no good idea."

The girl was still a little confused: "Really?"

Wang Heng spread his hands: "Of course, we can only wait now. At least I feel that Brother Song should not tear up the votes."

When Pei Ningle finally collapsed when she heard the word "tearing votes". She sat on the ground and cried with her knees.

"Woo... I shouldn't believe him... I'm sorry, you're trapped too..."

Wang Heng squatted down and patted her thin shoulders, but did not try to comfort her. If you really want to comfort the girl, Wang Heng could come up with more than one line by using his brain, but he really didn't want to show favorability in such a crisis. To be precise, he didn't want to show favorability.

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

Wang Heng sneered: "If you think too much, it is impossible to recover. It is obvious that people have made sufficient preparations, which should include a mobile phone signal shield. This kind of machine generally continuously sends spam signals, covering the frequency bands used by mobile phones with high power, which is basically impossible to crack. And as long as it is placed next door or upstairs, we can't reach it, and we can guarantee that we can cut off our signals."

Pei Ningle was stunned: "How did you know?"
Chapter completed!