Chapter 289: This Woman Can't Stay
Seeing her like this, Dali cursed something Ji Nuan couldn't understand.
It is estimated that what he said should be an impatient rant like "trouble".
Ji Nuan went to the cooking tent. Dali kicked the kettle outside the tent and told her to hurry up. He was impatient now.
Ji Nuan nodded at him. Most of the people here are vicious and vicious. She must take every step carefully and not be easily offended.
Dali looked at her indifferently outside the tent, Ji Nuan shrank inside, holding a small bowl, poured soup for herself with "shaky hands", and took a sip carefully.
Seeing that she was really hungry, Dali stopped looking at her and let her drink there, but he urged him impatiently.
Ji Nuan pretended not to hear, and glanced out from time to time while drinking the soup.
While Dali went outside the wooden house next to him and grabbed a cigarette from another person's hand to smoke, Ji Nuan's hands quickly stirred in the pot, watching the gulps that had been boiling in the pot bubbling out. The bubble soup suddenly became ruthless, she knocked the pot over with her hand, and the hot soup spilled out instantly and poured onto the backs of her hands and wrists. She screamed "ah" in pain, and the whole The man fell backwards and plopped onto the ground.
Hearing the sound, Dali rushed back instantly, opened the tent's curtain and looked in, and saw that the pot on the fire had been overturned and spilled all over the floor, Ji Nuan was slumped in pain and trembling. On the ground, a blister was instantly scalded on the back of the hand, a large red patch, which was horrible to see.
Dali immediately scolded a few words outside, walked in and lifted Ji Nuan's neckline without any hesitation, and Ji Nuan was almost dragged out of the tent by him.
After he came out, he was about to kick her, when the old woman came back just at this time, she came over after she shouted, and rescued Ji Nuan from his hand, while looking at Ji Nuan's hand distressedly. At the same time, he also asked her a lot of words, like caring and accusing.
Ji Nuan really didn't understand this time. She could only try her best to make herself look particularly pitiful, innocent and scared. With red eyes, full of tears, she looked at the old woman with fear and grievance, and raised her head. With his scalded hands full of blisters, he pointed to his stomach and mouth, and then to the bowl that fell to the ground in the tent.
The old woman knew that she hadn't eaten much since she was caught yesterday. Seeing that Ji Nuan's hands were so scalded, let alone delivering food, now it would be difficult to even move. After Dali said a few words, Dali looked at Ji Nuan with displeased eyes, obviously not wanting to let her go.
Ajib asked her to deliver meals to Control, and her hands were burnt to this virtue in a blink of an eye. Whether it was a coincidence or her intention, this woman can't be kept now.
The old woman has been maintaining Ji Nuan again, and Dali turned around with a cold face, returned to the wooden house where Ajib was, and reported the situation.
The old woman helped Ji Nuan up and kept speaking Cambodian. She sounded like she was distressed by Ji Nuan's hand and asked her what was going on. Ji Nuan didn't make any sound, but kept her head down. Follow her into the dilapidated wooden house next to her.
Ji Nuan now hurts badly when she touches the back of her hand, and the scalded area is more like a fire. The old woman came over with a needle, pressed her hand forcibly, and pierced her one by one directly. Ji Nuan was in pain. His whole body was trembling, but he was biting his mouth. This time, his eyes weren't pretending to be afraid of grievance, but they were really red with pain, and tears welled up in their eyes.
She had never suffered this kind of heart-wrenching pain in her life, and her lips were bleeding from the bite.
After that, the old woman didn't know what medicine she brought. It seemed to be the powder of this kind of herbal medicine exclusive to Southeast Asian countries. Wrapped around the back of her hand and wrist, wrapped it for her, and patted her hand again, meaning to let her rest tonight and not have to go to work.
Ji Nuan nodded gratefully to the old woman, out of the instinct of an "innocent who was caught",
Ji Nuan pointed to the direction outside the dense forest, and looked at the old woman eagerly, meaning she wanted to know when she could leave here.
The old woman looked at her with some sympathy, but shook her head.
There are only two ways to get caught in such a place. Either she has been here for many years to take care of these people's clothing, food, housing, and transportation, or there is only one dead end, and it is impossible to be let go.
The old woman went out of the house not long after, Ji Nuan sat inside, and waited until the old woman was far away before getting up. She moved her wrist with some difficulty. The pain made her more aware of what she was facing now. situation.
She stood in front of the window and looked out. This is a camp made up of many wooden houses and thatched tents. In the deepest part of the jungle, surrounded by green plants, the area is not small. There is only one outline. There is a fire in the middle of the open space, surrounded by people, eating and drinking with wine and meat, laughing loudly, and occasionally looking in the direction where she is with sharp eyes. Glancing at it, it seemed that in Ajib's wooden house before, everyone mentioned that they wanted to throw her on the bed and have a good taste, and they had officially put her on the agenda.
When Ji Nuan saw the guns on those people's waists, her heart became colder and colder.
This is not a peaceful country at all. There is absolutely no such place in China, but this is Cambodia.
In the next few years, many international rescues are related to the civil strife in Cambodia. Whether it is the Mekong River or the Tonle Sap Lake, there have been countless accidents. Ten years ago today, the security here is even better than ten years later. Poor, the peacekeeping situation in this neighborhood is not as thoughtful and perfect as ten years later.
If you want to leave, you can only save yourself.
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outside the jungle.
Feng Ling changed into a tighter black suit with two silencer guns attached to his waist. He was squatting down and tying his shoelaces, and at the same time he put the gleaming dagger in the scabbard next to his boots.
"What are you doing?" Just when she was about to finish tying her shoelaces and was about to get up to move, suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of her, and a pair of black leather boots stopped in front of her.
You can hear Nan Heng's voice without looking at it.
Feng Ling didn't look up, fixed the dagger beside his boots, touched the gun at his waist again, stood up, and looked blankly at the man with a cold face in front of him: "Ji Nuanjing has been taken away for a day and a night, I You have to go in and find her."
"How do you get in? Step on the minefield to enter?" Nan Heng looked at her coldly: "This dense forest is surrounded by minefields left over from the war decades ago, as well as the new minefields that those people added inside. Ou, before you found her, you were bombed to pieces! Waiting for us to go in and collect your corpse?"