Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 846 - 468

Chapter 846: 468

He had lived a life of privilege and was strong-willed, only reluctantly compromising after insisting on his stance even when he knew he had been kidnapped. After being tortured, he was already physically and emotionally exhausted, but had just heard the gang leader say that the ransom had been paid and he would soon be released. Thus, at this moment, approaching midnight, he could no longer hold on and stole a nap.

Now, suddenly finding himself being lifted up, anxiety welled up inside him.

What people fear most is seeing a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair, only to suddenly realize that the hope was just an illusion, just a bubble...

He had thought that the kidnappers were preparing to take him out and kill him, so there was a hint of interrogation and a tinge of panic in his voice when he spoke.

As he pressed for answers, he finally heard someone with a strange accent, speaking in a deliberately lowered voice, "The kidnappers are gone, you can go home now!"

As the ropes were untied, he was about to remove the cloth blindfolding his eyes when the person grabbed his hand, "Wait a moment, I don’t want you to see me. After removing the cloth, don’t look back, and don’t leave this room yet. In a while, I’ll load your family’s money into the van, then you can drive back home..."

Having learned from his previous mishap, the kidnapped man immediately dropped his hand. Since he was not supposed to look, he simply left the cloth in place. Having weathered many storms before, he calmed down and realized that this person might be telling the truth.

Because up until now, he hadn’t heard any noise from outside. If this person were a member of the kidnappers intending to take him out and silence him, they wouldn’t have released him first, nor bothered to deceive him like this—for it was completely unnecessary.

Once he had calmed down, he immediately said, "I won’t look, don’t worry. May I know if it’s possible..."

"Save the pleasantries, just move around here and wait for a bit; I’ll call you when it’s time." The person behind him cut him off and then left the room, closing the door behind them.

Then a voice came from outside the door, "You can remove the cloth now, just don’t peek outside."

He removed the cloth from his face and saw a dimly lit small room. It was apparent that the room hadn’t been lived in for a while, as it was filthy everywhere.

The room’s light came from a portable lantern, its cover had been removed, and someone had covered the bulb with an old newspaper, probably to diminish the brightness to avoid attracting attention from outside.

There wasn’t much else, no, that wasn’t right—there was also the broken wooden crate he had been in, and a few pieces of broken rope on the floor...

The room was clearly not meant for living; there wasn’t even a bed, just two dilapidated chairs. Now, he moved his body a bit and felt sore all over. Not minding the chairs being dirty and broken, he sat down on one and started to massage his numb, bound limbs.

Having kneaded them for just a while, and about to stand up to move around again, he heard the strange accent again outside, "Alright, drive out and follow the path straight ahead. Once you reach the main road, you should know how to get home. Go home early! Your family is quite worried..."

After the voice ended, there was no more movement. He had wanted to go out immediately, but then he remembered that this person had said they didn’t want to be seen by him. So, he hesitated for a moment, but after an instant, he made up his mind.

The next moment he opened the door and asked with his eyes closed, "Benefactor, may I ask for your name? I, Guo Mou, dare not forget this life-saving grace..."

He knew that since the person didn’t even want to be seen, it was even less likely they would leave their name. But just like a person drowning, who is suddenly saved from despair, at that moment, his heart was truly filled with more than just gratitude.

After waiting a while with everything still quietly surrounding him, he opened his eyes and saw the pitch-blackness outside, knowing he would never learn the name of his benefactor.

He thought for a moment, went back into the room, took the portable lantern, and awkwardly made his way to the van.

The van door opened with a pull, the keys were in the ignition, but he didn’t know whether it was the bandits or his mysterious savior who had left them.

As he started the vehicle and the headlights came on, he saw bags piled up in the back.

But at that moment, he couldn’t care less about those bags; he drove along the narrow path, bumping until he reached the main road and saw other vehicles whizzing by. Only then did he look behind him.

The abandoned chicken farm that he would never forget was now out of sight, darkness surrounded him, and only the lights from the van illuminated the way ahead.

At this point, he remembered to wonder what had become of those bandits at the hands of his mysterious savior.

As his thoughts fluttered, the car was already on the main road.

Picking a direction to drive in for a while, he saw a road sign. After a brief consideration, he knew where he was. He realized he had driven in the wrong direction, turned the car around, and headed home.

Passing the small road junction again, he couldn’t help but think of his mysterious benefactor once more. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find anyone in his memory who even remotely resembled the voice of his savior.

While driving and lost in thought, he inadvertently turned his head and saw a pile of mobile phones on the passenger seat, along with a few walkie-talkies. The portable lantern he had taken casually was placed atop the pile of phones.

Perhaps the benefactor didn’t know which phone was his, so they had left several phones there for him.

Pulling over to the side of the road, he predictably found his own phone and called home, letting them know he was on his way back.

The call was answered by his elderly father. Hearing his father’s concerned voice, he almost shed tears. Hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath of relief.

Everything felt like a nightmare, but now the nightmare was over. The van he was sitting in and the pile of phones were the only evidence that what he had experienced was real.

Once again thinking of the person who had freed him from his nightmare, he softly quoted, "Once the deed is done, retire without claiming credit or fame..."

Driving home.