She opened it and touched it. There was a row of things in it, one by one.
She pinched a piece, poked it with her fingers, reached the edge of the sharp edge, and her heart suddenly jumped quickly.
It\u0027s a blade!
She unconsciously held her breath, put the box back, and then pinched the blade in the palm of her hand and moved it back.
Feeling almost back in place, she stopped and listened to the sound in front of her for a while.
The co-driver\u0027s breathing sound is still even and heavy, accompanied by snoring.
Now, except for the two people in front of her, one is driving and the other is asleep.
Covered by the sound of snoring and the roar of the car, she moved the blade of her palm and slowly cut the rope.
Although she couldn\u0027t see it, she could feel the tendons on her forehead tense and swollen.
After cutting a short period of time, she did not dare to relax at all and continued to sharpen one knife at a time.
Until the rope in her hand was completely cut off, she took off the rope, but did not completely take off the cloth. She just pulled out a gap to look forward and did not dare to breathe.
The car is relatively dark, and only the back of the two people in front can be seen.
Rows of trees passed by the window. The road was narrow and dusty, and it was a remote path that few people passed.
She took the blade and continued to cut the rope tied to her ankles, and her hands were cut much faster.
After cutting it all, she thought about it, tied the rope back and made a fake buckle. Then pull up the cloth, cover your eyes again, and tie your hands behind your back, but the blade still remains in the palm of your hand.
She can\u0027t compete with two men.
She has to wait for the right time.
Time passed minute by. At a place with a little voice, the car stopped and the two people sitting in front got off the car.
Lore swallowed his dry throat, raised his feet and kicked the ground.
\"Be honest!\"
She paused, curled up and pointed to her lips with her knees.
She has something to say.
Someone came to pull out the cloth in her mouth.
She coughed a few times, and her voice was weak and asked timidly:
\"I can... Can I have some water?\"
Brother Dong looked at Ahui and motioned him to feed water.
A few minutes later, Lore heard the sound of the bottle cap unscrewing, and a bottle of water was handed to his lips.
She took a few mouthfuls of water.
Unable to hold her hand, some water slid down her smooth chin and went down her long white neck to the depths of her collar.
Ahui, who was holding a mineral water bottle, looked straight and couldn\u0027t help swallowing his saliva.