Yang Qihong made three full circles around the big house and didn't find anything that could connect her to the outside world. There were no cell phones, landlines, computers—nothing of the sort, and her own phone had been taken by the man in the suit earlier. She slumped onto the sofa, her face etched with a look of worry and distress.
Turning her head, she saw the compressed biscuits and mineral water on the table. If she rationed them, she wouldn't starve to death, but what if no one came back after three days? She might end up imprisoned here, dying of starvation.
The mere thought made her shudder uncontrollably. If she had known, she would have fought back before getting into the car, even if just to leave an impression on bystanders. Now, alone in this secluded mountain villa, without a soul in sight, even if she died here, no one would notice.
She must find a way to escape, she thought.
