"Come on, come and save me!"
"I'm here. Come on with someone."
"Help, I'm going to be smoked to death."
When Sun Tao first started, he still had the strength to struggle and wanted to call for help.
However, his mouth was glued to his mouth, and his hands were firmly tied up with metal chains. Without the huge force of dismantling the factory, he couldn't get out of his sleep.
With the passage of time, Sun Tao only felt his brain become more drowsy, and the foul air sucked into his lungs was like a poisonous snake, eroding blood relentlessly and slowly.
Most odorous gases are poisonous, at least they cause physical discomfort, and at worst, they can directly kill animals.
There is free flowing air outside, and the situation is a little better, and there will be no problems in a short time.
However, the place where Sun Tao was tied up was in the instrument room deep in the sewage plant. It was packed with various crude benzene instruments, densely packed, and the concentration of toxic gases was much higher than outside.
In the end, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, and his whole body began to feel abnormally cold, and his warm heart seemed to be slowly sinking into the cold dark water.
[Damn, I would die in the sewage treatment plant? The cause of death was all kinds of odorous and harmful gases in the air. All of this was caused by oneself. It would become a joke in Zhushi's officialdom. ]
At this time, Sun Tao felt too ironic, dug a hole, but he did not expect to be buried.
Keke, Keke.
The lungs seemed to be filled with countless ants, gnawing constantly, sore and painful.
A large mouthful of thick phlegm coughed out, but was blocked by the tape. After holding it for a long time, it finally had to flow back into the stomach.
Sun Tao turned his eyes white, and only felt a nauseous force rushing to the top of his head, wishing to spit out his gall.
But the thought of swallowing it back after vomiting it out, I had to desperately resist the torrent of bitter water.
Ooh!
Sun Tao was so sick that tears flowed out, and he felt that the world was full of malice towards him, and he was not gentle at all.
[Could it be that too many bad things have been done, and retribution has come? ]
Sun Tao, who often went to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, suddenly thought of the karma that the monks were talking about, and felt a little regretful.
At this moment, a rush of footsteps approached from a distance, accompanied by vague voices.
"I saw Mr. Sun, he is here, in the instrument room!"
"I found someone, but Mr. Sun was tied up. Who brought the vise?"
Sun Tao raised his dizzy head with difficulty, and saw a few managers rushing towards him with dazzling flashlights, his heart was relieved.
He would understand that his life should be saved and he would not be smoked here.
As long as I can live, the crime I suffered before is not a big deal, and the lost money can be recovered.
"Mr. Sun, are you okay?"
"You are blind, Mr. Sun's mouth is sealed."
Hiss!
The tape that had sealed Sun Tao's mouth for a long time was torn off and then carefully packed in a plastic bag.
This is one of the most critical and important evidences. It must be preserved and handed over to the police to solve the case later.
"It hurts me!"
After Sun Tao was able to speak out, this was the first sentence he said.
He felt that all the hair near his mouth was torn off, and the pain was comparable to peeling.
Now, including the chin, all the parts below the nose are hot, like peppers on the wound.
The one who took off the tape, moved quietly, retracted back, and tried to hide himself in a place where Sun Tao could not see.
"What are you doing while standing? Put me down and take me to the hospital. I want to wash my lungs!"
Sun Tao stared at his eyes and said sharply.
After speaking loudly, he felt a faint pain in his lungs, suspected of being corroded by toxic substances.
Suddenly he became anxious, wishing to fly to the hospital immediately. Sun Tao ignored the odorous gas in the air and harmed employees and nearby residents, but he still cared very much about his body, which can be said to be very concerned.
"Mr. Sun bear with it for the time being, when the chain is clamped by the vise, there may be some vibration."
"Got it, hurry up! I'm going to fucking faint."
Creak, creak.
The upper and lower iron teeth of the vise bit on the silver-white metal chain, trying to pinch the chain under strong pressure.
It's just that the hardness of the metal chain is not small at all, and the vise hasn't been able to achieve results after a long time.
On the contrary, it was Sun Tao's wrist that was strangled with severe pain, and his skin was blue and purple, and almost no part was intact.
"It hurts, you haven't eaten, use some strength!"
At the beginning, Sun Tao wanted to show courage and maintain the face of the general manager. But I couldn't help it anymore, and screamed loudly.
The man held the vise for a long time, his hands were sour, and he couldn't help but not even leave a trace on the metal chain.
At last he gasped and said: "I'm dying, I'm losing my strength, and I'll change to someone else."
The vise came into the hands of the second person, who also used milking energy, but still failed to pinch the metal chain.
"Waste, it's all a bunch of waste!"
Sun Tao lost consciousness with both hands, and, driven by fear and anger, he shouted at the men who rescued him.
The faces of these people were blue and white, and finally lowered their heads, silently accepting the storm-like insults.
"Are your brains a pig's brain? Look for hydraulic shears. It's so stupid to get a vise!"
Sun Tao gasped, UU reading www.uukanshu.com more and more felt like fire in his chest, suspecting that the lungs were seriously poisoned.
But this group of subordinates stood aside, looking respectful, but they had no initiative at all, and he was going crazy with anger.
"Okay, Mr. Sun."
The light bulb lit up suddenly, flooding the entire instrument room with light.
Everyone felt a glare in front of them, and it took a long time to adjust to the bright environment.
Sun Tao's eyes protruded like frogs, his mouth opened wide, and he breathed like a lack of oxygen.
His face was purple and a little swollen, as if painted with a layer of lavender ink.
"Hello, the emergency center? Someone in the second sewage treatment plant is hypoxic and poisoned! Come here soon."
One of them had a little knowledge of medical science and found that Sun Tao's face was purple, which was a symptom of hypoxia, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and called 120.
The others were startled, their faces full of anxiety.
"How could it be so serious, and now you have to rescue President Sun?"
"You guys are watching here, I will look for hydraulic shears and take care of Mr. Sun."
"Hurry back."
The rest of the people looked at each other, feeling a little at a loss, not knowing what to do.
Sun Tao was about to fall into a coma at this time, half asleep and half awake, already unable to guide these people what to do.
"Oh, artificial respiration can be done."
"Since you brought it up, start artificial respiration."
"Fart! Isn't it enough that I have an opinion? It's up to you to act."
Several people quarreled constantly, and they all wanted to push things to others.
In the end, the winner was decided by a fist, and the person who lost had to come to Sun Tao with a face full of unwillingness, and leaned over face to face.
"Hey, what are you doing?"