Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 221 Where are you taking me?

The light from the bathroom shines through the translucent frosted glass door, casting a dim and soft glow.

Shen Qianhe stood in front of the sink and took out a toothbrush and toothpaste from the bag and placed them one by one. When he pulled out the towel, an unexpected object suddenly slipped out of the towel.

It was an exquisite dagger, small and sharp, with a blade of deep black. The handle was made of metal and engraved with simple yet complex patterns. It was both beautiful and practical.

Shen Qianhe was startled and almost dropped the plastic bag in her hand. Her heart started pounding instantly.

She stared at the dagger in disbelief, with countless questions and guesses flashing through her mind.

Why was there a dagger inside the towel?

This dagger...

Was it given to her by Thirteen Knives?

But why did he do that?

Shen Qianhe put away the knife and started to wash.

Turn on the faucet and cool water will flow out instantly.

She gently scooped up a handful of water, letting the coolness penetrate her skin and dispel the fatigue and tension around her body.

After washing, Shen Qianhe's face looked even more fresh and refined under the nourishment of clean water.

She gently shook her wet hair, letting the water droplets slide down the ends of her hair, leaving behind a series of crystal clear trails.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wiped her face gently with a towel, and then applied some of the Frog Prince baby cream brought by Thirteen Knives on her face.

After washing up, Shen Qianhe returned to her small room with freshness and light steps.

On the small table beside the bed were a bottle of mineral water, two large white steamed buns and a bag of pickled mustard tubers.

Shen Qianhe picked up the bag of Fuling pickled mustard tubers, and an inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart.

I remember that in the TV dramas I watched before, the hostages who were held hostage by criminals could often only get the most basic food to sustain their lives. How could they get such "luxurious" treatment?

Now she not only has a single room to live in, but even the big white steamed buns she eats come with side dishes.

Under these conditions, what else do you need a bicycle for!

She sat down, picked up a steamed bun, and started enjoying this simple breakfast with pickled mustard and mineral water.

The pure wheat aroma instantly spreads in the mouth, forming a sharp contrast with the spicy taste of pickled mustard tuber, yet extremely harmonious.

The unique taste made her nod repeatedly and her appetite was whetted.

Growing up, she never thought that steamed buns with pickled mustard tuber could be so delicious!

Shen Qianhe ate both buns in one breath, and she stroked her slightly bulging belly, feeling very satisfied.

After dinner, Shen Qianhe stood up and began to stroll in the small room.

The light in the room was not bright. Since there were no windows, the only passage connecting the inside and the outside was the small observation window on the door.

She leaned gently on the observation window, her cheek pressed against the cold metal frame, her eyes fixed on the scene outside the window.

Despite her limited vision, she still tried hard to look outside, trying to capture more information.

Through this small window, Shen Qianhe discovered that this seemed to be a place similar to a dormitory building.

Opposite her room was a space exactly the same as hers, and next to it were similar rooms, arranged in neat rows.

However, there was someone guarding her door.

Shen Qianhe slowly retreated back to the simple little bed, his body trembling slightly as the bed shook slightly.

She smacked her lips, savoring the simple breakfast she had just had, but she felt even more worried about her current situation.

She looked around and found that there was indeed no other exit in the cabin except the tightly closed door. She couldn't even find a vent, which made her feel inexplicably depressed and stuffy.

The bathroom was extremely rudimentary. Apart from the toilet hole, it was airtight and there was no gap for escape.

It seems that it is not realistic to learn from Shawshank and complete self-redemption here.

She adjusted her posture, crossed her legs, lay on the bed and began to carefully analyze the current situation.

She knew she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, and had to find a way out as soon as possible.

However, whenever she tried to sort out her thoughts, those chaotic thoughts always got tangled together like a tangled mess, giving her a splitting headache.

As she was analyzing, she fell asleep again without realizing it.

After an unknown amount of time, a burst of noisy voices suddenly woke her up from her dream.

She opened her eyes suddenly and pricked up her ears to listen carefully.

"Get out of the way and let me in!"

When Shen Qianhe heard the voice, he knew it was the punk girl from last night again.

From the tone of voice, it seems like this person is not friendly...

She couldn't be here to cause trouble.

Shen Qianhe felt guilty. After all, he was now on someone else's territory. He was at the mercy of others and the situation was really difficult.

"Get out of the way!"

Ah Jin was a little embarrassed: "No, Sister May, Brother Thirteen said that anyone who goes in must report it!"

"Will you give in or not?"

The girl's tone turned stern.

“I…Ah!”

As his thoughts were in turmoil, Shen Qianhe heard Ajin's scream coming from outside.

Immediately afterwards, Ajin seemed to be kicked to the ground.

Shen Qianhe's heart suddenly tightened, and she quickly clenched the toothpick hidden in her sleeve. Her fingers unconsciously exerted force due to nervousness, almost crushing the tiny object.

Her palms began to sweat, and the slippery feeling made her even more uneasy.

The next second, the door of the room was kicked open by a powerful force. With a loud "bang", the door panel hit the wall hard.

Shen Qianhe's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes fixed on the door that was violently opened, his heart beating like a drum.

However, to her surprise, May didn't wear any makeup today.

She looked particularly fresh and refined without makeup, and her long hair casually draped over her shoulders added a touch of softness.

She was wearing a long white dress and a pair of super high heels.

Although the high heels made her look better proportioned, she was obviously not used to the height and staggered a little when she walked.

Shen Qianhe sat up straight abruptly, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, then he quickly adjusted his expression and put on a smiling face.

"Hello, Sister May!"

May gave her a cold look without even a hint of extra expression.

"Take her away!"

"Yes! Miss."

Two burly, muscular men came out and lifted Shen Qianhe up, one on the left and one on the right.

"Where are you taking me?!"

No one answered her.

Shen Qianhe's voice was filled with fear and confusion. She struggled hard, trying to escape from the grip of the two strong men.

But her efforts were in vain; the strength of the two strong men was far beyond her ability to contend with.

The moment he was dragged out of the door, Shen Qianhe tried his best to turn his gaze towards Ajin.

She saw Ajin stumbling to his feet, one hand covering his chest, his face full of pain and helplessness.

"Ajin! Ajin!"

Ajin wanted to stop them, but when he saw May's murderous look, he held back and could only watch them take the person away.

Shen Qianhe's gaze shifted away from Ajin, and the faint hope in his heart was extinguished.

It seems that Ajin can no longer be relied upon.

She tried to stay calm, mentally preparing for the worst.

Anyway, I still have a small knife to save my life. If things really get bad, I must take someone with me before I die.