"Asheng, you stay here and continue your investigation with all your might. I'll accompany her back to Nancheng."
Big Brother turned his head and nodded respectfully to the old man, but with a hint of worry.
"You've only just arrived here and haven't had a chance to rest, yet you're returning to Nancheng. The back-and-forth journey, I'm afraid it will affect your health..."
"With A Jue in this state, do you think I have the mood to lie down and rest? Stop with the nonsense, quickly find a car to take us to the airport."
The family was painstakingly searching here.
In fact, Zhan Bei Jue had already escaped the enemy's control.
Upon landing in Switzerland that day, he got into a car pre-arranged by the staff. As the car's speed exceeded 80 kilometers per hour, a large truck suddenly swerved to collide with them head-on.
The opposing vehicle was large and fast.
Zhan Bei Jue, sitting in the back seat without a seatbelt, was instantly thrown forward, his head hitting the windshield.
When he woke up, there were already many people outside the car.
The car was a scene of carnage. Medical personnel in white clothes were pulling the driver and the front passenger out.
Onlookers were holding up their phones, filming them.
Zhan Bei Jue initially thought it was a common traffic accident.
But he soon discovered something unusual.
Perhaps due to the suddenness of the incident, only one ambulance arrived.
The driver and the front passenger were more seriously injured and were sent away first.
As soon as the ambulance left, another business van arrived.
Two men in black leaned in to look, speaking in Chinese.
"The one in front."
Then Zhan Bei Jue was dragged out and put into a minivan alone.
They completely ignored his two colleagues in the back.
Only a few high-level executives in the company knew he was coming to Switzerland, and there were no staff members here, only a hotel representative arranged to pick him up.
Zhan Bei Jue couldn't help but wonder who these two people who had just appeared were.
The car sped into a smooth, sparsely populated street.
Looking at the rapidly receding scenery on both sides, it was clear the speed was no less than a hundred kilometers per hour.
He was thrown into the back seat, blood seeping from his head, his left leg and left shoulder immobile.
Even though he knew he was heading towards a truly dangerous place, there was nothing he could do.
Because at such speeds, let alone locked doors, even if they weren't locked, jumping out would be no different from suicide.
Excessive blood loss left him exhausted. Looking at the dazzling sunlight outside, in a daze, he seemed to see Jiang Nan Fang's smiling face.
"Sleep. Sleep if you're tired. I'll stay by your side."
He gradually felt at ease, let down his guard, and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up again, it was already dark.
He was jolted awake by the inertia of the sudden braking.
The two men in front parked the car and looked back at him.
"He hasn't moved for half a day, is he dead?"
"Damn, there's so much blood in the back seat, he's probably as good as dead even if he's not."
"Let's just leave it. Take a picture! Send them a video of this scene. It looks sincere enough."
As they spoke, the two men took out their phones.
After some fiddling, Zhan Bei Jue heard them say, "They replied."
"Damn, so ruthless. Even in this state, they suspect he's not dead and want us to bury him and send them another video."
"Burying him is too much work. This guy is so tall, how big a hole do we need to dig? Ask him if sinking him in the lake is okay."
"That's Lake Lucerne, the largest in Switzerland, right outside. Like this, throwing him in will surely kill him!"
"Fine. I think sinking him in the lake is good too. Let's ask."
Zhan Bei Jue closed his eyes and waited for a while longer, hearing the reply.
"He said sinking him in the lake is fine, but we need to tie a stone to him. Take a video after tying it securely. We must cut off all future trouble, or the consequences will be endless."
"That's right. I heard this guy is quite influential in China. If we don't handle this properly and he escapes, the consequences will be endless."
The two men unlocked the car with a "click," opened the doors, and got out.
"Let's go, let's find a stone first."
"Find a big, flat one, so we can tie it securely. Let's split up and hurry while there's no one around."
"Okay!"
Listening to the sound of their footsteps receding, Zhan Bei Jue's eyes snapped open.
Then, gritting his teeth, he raised his right hand, grabbed the back of the seat, and forced himself to sit up.
Outside the car window, the vast lake shimmered with a dark, ominous glow in the darkness, appearing ready to swallow him.
Zhan Bei Jue absolutely refused to let himself die here.
He still had his grandfather, his wife, and children waiting for him to reunite with them. He couldn't let these two insignificant individuals succeed!
While they were still looking for a stone, while there was still a sliver of hope, he gently pushed open the car door.
A moment later, the two men returned, carrying a large, flat stone together.
Excitedly, they opened the trunk, took out ropes, and prepared to drag him out to tie him up.
But when they opened the door, they saw no one.
The two men cursed each other, blaming each other for the bad idea! If they hadn't gone to find a stone, he wouldn't have escaped!
It would have been better to just dig a hole as I suggested, you're just lazy!
After a string of complaints, they slapped their foreheads.
"He's so seriously injured, he can't have run far. Stop talking and go after him!"
Zhan Bei Jue really couldn't run far.
At the moment of the car crash, he had been thrown forward and hit the dashboard. Not only was his head split open, but his left shoulder and left leg seemed to be fractured.
Every step he took was agonizingly painful.
To avoid being too conspicuous on the road and getting caught, he took a risk and hid by the lake.
There was a large tree by the lake, leaning diagonally over the embankment, with a patch of grass next to it.
Zhan Bei Jue held onto the tree roots with his right hand, leaving only his nose and the part above it exposed.
Combined with the water surface in the dark, it indeed had the effect of blending in.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes...
The two men finally left.
Watching the taillights of their car disappear, Zhan Bei Jue used his last ounce of strength to crawl onto the embankment.
Then, regardless of where he was, whether there was still danger, or whether sleeping like this would catch a cold, he closed his eyes and fainted.
When he woke up again, it was from thirst.
The sun was so bright he couldn't open his eyes. His head ached, his shoulder hurt, his whole body ached, and his throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.
He tried to lift his neck to look around, but he couldn't move it at all.
Except for his eyelids, he couldn't move anything.
He still wanted to sleep.
Although he was extremely thirsty, so thirsty that he was weak, his mind was muddled, and he wanted to close his eyes.
Just as he felt he was about to die and was slowly closing his eyes, a pair of dirty, yellow, foul-smelling sneakers appeared in his field of vision.
A short-haired, big-eyed, seemingly very young girl looked down at him.
She first looked at his face, then touched his nose.
"Not dead yet?"
After saying that in English, she turned and walked away.
Zhan Bei Jue watched her shoes get further and further away, and this time he was completely disheartened.
He closed his eyes and fainted again.
The girl walked towards a house tens of meters away from the lake under the scorching sun.
A moment later, she dragged out a worn-out, grayish men's overcoat.
With difficulty, she stuffed the coat under Zhan Bei Jue's back and tied his sleeves tightly around him.
She then pulled him home, bit by bit, like dragging a pile of radishes.