In a small, silent and cold room.

Daphne's sister Amona was squatting in the corner, her eyes dizzy with hunger.

There was a horrible stench all over her body, the smell of the body beginning to decay before it died.

She spent seven days and seven nights in this small room. For a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, this was an extremely frightening mental torture.

There are no monsters, monsters, or villains here. There are only six bare walls. The low floors press down on Amona's head. She can reach out and touch the roof. The narrow space is silent except for noon every day.

Food and water were brought in at twelve o'clock, and there was no more movement.

She didn't know how long she would have to stay here. Two black mounds of dung had been piled up in the other corner of the room, and not even the flies or mice could be seen.

The kidnappers of the King's Gang are very disciplined and understand etiquette, and will never let Amona suffer other injustices. These vicious criminals know that loneliness is an extremely efficient punishment that can destroy this little girl's spirit.

The world, let her continue to put pressure on Daphne and let the sisters bow their heads.

"yes..."

Amona dialed the phone again.

"Is it the traffic department police hotline?"

She had tried many times to call for help using the old touch-tone phone in her hand.

"My name is Amona...My name is Amona...Are you the sister from yesterday?"

A gentle and sweet female voice came from the phone. She was also the operator at the front desk of the Traffic Department Security Management Center in District 8.

"Hello! How can I help you?"

Amona: "It's just... I was caught. I made this call yesterday... Can I ask... please..."

Operator: "Please tell me, preferably in more detail, Miss Amona."

Amona: "I was caught by some people, I don't know who they are... I don't know..."

Operator: "Yeah."

Amona: "I...I'm confused, I'm very hungry, sister...I'm so hungry that I can't think straight...I..."

The operator's mood became obviously tense——

"——Little sister Amona, can you provide your home address?"

Amona: "I'm not at home, I'm not here..."

Operator: "But if you don't have your home address, we can't appoint militiamen to help you."

Amona: "Well, I live in the City of Tears... No. 1037, Xingfuli, Lower Town. It's an apartment. It's on the second floor. You can enter the elevator, go out and walk to the end on the right..."

Operator: "Okay...Miss Amona, you already called our police hotline yesterday, right? I found the record."

Amona: "Actually, I've...I've fought many times."

Operator: "Are you sure you were kidnapped?"

Amona was a little angry, she felt wronged inexplicably——

"——Yes! Yes! Sister! Yes! I was kidnapped by several people! I am now..."

Operator: "Amona, calm down so I can help you."

Amona: "Okay...Okay..."

Operator: "You said there were several people. Do you remember their attire? Did they talk? What language did they use?"

Amona: "I don't know...I don't know...I don't know..."

Operator: "Were you knocked unconscious?"

Amona: "I don't know... I just took a nap, and when I woke up, I was here..."

Operator: "We can't lock your phone's location through satellite signals. How do you contact us?"

Amona: "A... a mobile phone, I can't recognize it, it's so old... There are only a few numbers, one is my sister's, one is the police phone, and the name of the contact person is

[Front Desk] - It seems..."

Operator: "What language is its operating system in?"

Amona: "It's Arabic..."

Operator: "It should be a work phone for a hotel system. Don't worry, Amona."

Amona: "Yeah."

Operator: "There are many regional gangs who use Arabic-language mobile phones to send messages to victims' families asking for ransom. This is an electronic product from the last era and is now almost obsolete. It is also used as a phone bomb, but the one you have is

It won’t explode, don’t worry, little girl.”

Amona: "Well..."

Operator: "We can at least know that a group of gang members kidnapped you. So Amona, can you describe your specific location now? Where are you?"

Amona: "I don't know...there are walls all around..."

Operator: "Isn't there a door?"

Amona: "No, there is only one...a place to deliver food."

Operator: "What have you been eating these days?"

Amona: "Vegetable leaves, soybeans, and rice. Yesterday it was pork and rice, and the day before yesterday it was beef liver and two whole-wheat breads. I can't seem to remember any more..."

Operator: "Uh...are these foods packaged? Are they trademarked?"

Amona: "No."

Operator: "Where is it on the plate? Where is it on the food container?"

Amona: "They're all bare..."

Operator: "Did you see anything out of the feeder window?"

Amona: "I..."

At this point, the little girl suddenly started to get scared.

"I dare not... I dare not look at that window... Can you not look at it?"

Operator: "Then don't watch! Amona! Don't watch!"

Amona: "Is it true...if I take a look, you can find me?"

The operator's emotions were also close to losing control——

——This kind of call to the police really tests the psychological quality of the rescuer.

The victim was able to make phone calls, which shows that the gangster group is not afraid of the criminal investigators of the Traffic Department at all, and did not leave any clues. Amona's behavior of asking for help is just wearing out this little girl's patience, asking her to see hope again and again.

, and then fell from the high ground of hope back to the deep valley of despair.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Don't be nervous, Amona, don't be nervous..." The operator's sister said with a cry in her voice: "How old are you? Talk to me? How old are you?"

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Amona: "I am thirteen years old..."

Operator: "My name is Belle Hines, you can call me Sister Belle."

Amona: "Well..."

Bell: "Are you okay now?"

Amona: "I feel very hungry...it's so cold here..."

Bell: "Have you eaten today?"

Amona: "Help me...help me, please..."

Bell slapped his thigh hard at the director's counter of the Transportation Department, trying to wake up.

"Don't worry, you will be fine."

Amona: "Well..."

Bell: "If you don't want to see the feeding window, that's okay, just leave it alone."

Amona: "Well..."

Bell: "Talk to me, Amona. I'll talk with you all day."

Amona: "I have to call my sister tonight, so I can't chat with you for so long..."

Belle: "Who is your sister?"

"I can't tell you..." Amona thought of Daphne's identity. Her sister is a thief, and she must not tell the people at the Traffic Department: "I can't tell you..."

Bell: "But Amona, if we can't find your family, how should we continue to find you?"

"No! It can't be done!" Amona suddenly started crying: "It can't be done! It can't be done!"

Bell: "Okay...then...that's good...it's up to you..."
To be continued...