There was a faint noise, and the person sitting on top of the hole tossed something down, which rolled to Fan Jia's feet. She picked it up for a closer look — two buns wrapped in a plastic bag, still steaming hot.
"Hungry?" His voice was gentle, "This was all I could find. I bought it at the roadside stall, didn't dare go far. The police are looking everywhere for me."
Fan Jia was silent, quick to finish off the buns. She instinctively raised her head, shivering in fear. Chen Zhaoci was hanging over the edge of the hole, his face clearly visible through the bars. He still looked as shy and reserved as usual.
But Fan Jia knew he was not what he seemed. He could hold a video camera, recording the company's employees tormenting a young girl. He was able to drag her mercilessly into darkness just as she was about to escape. He managed to elude the eyes of everyone, keeping her captive in this lightless subterranean cavern.
