Chapter 134: Motorcycle Goddess Zhou Mengyao Kidnapped
Inside the Chumen Five-Star Hotel conference room.
Lin Lang was still discussing business with Li Yanhong, eloquently speaking about the innovative features of the Baidu Search Engine and the future development direction of Baidu Company.
The golden ideas proposed by Lin Lang were like a business bible, captivating Li Yanhong to the point of obsession.
Because his horizons had been broadened and he had received an immense amount of information, Li Yanhong was energized, listening attentively and diligently taking notes.
Ding! Omnipotent Entry System notification: "Motorcycle Goddess Zhou Mengyao has been kidnapped by an obsessed fan. She is being held in an abandoned warehouse in the Shanghai suburbs. The location is remote with no specific address. Does the Host wish to accept system navigation to the location to rescue her?"
"Holy crap!"
"Mengyao is in danger!"
Lin Lang's heart jolted, and he involuntarily drew a sharp breath.
Li Yanhong, seeing Lin Lang's sudden change in expression, his smile abruptly vanished, asked, "What's wrong, Chairman Lin? Did I say something wrong?"
"Mr. Li, you've misunderstood!"
"I suddenly remembered that I left soup simmering on the stove at home and forgot to turn off the heat. To prevent a fire, I'll have to take my leave first!"
"We can discuss business matters in more detail later!"
Lin Lang quickly made up an excuse, grabbed his Ferrari car keys from the conference table, rushed out the door, and frantically ran towards the elevator.
Li Yanhong watched Lin Lang rush out in a panic, thinking to himself, "Chairman Lin is usually so meticulous; he doesn't seem like such a careless person?!"
Lin Lang rushed towards the elevator in a state of extreme anxiety, his heart pounding rapidly as if it would leap out of his chest.
The thought of Zhou Mengyao being kidnapped by an obsessed fan, potentially facing assault or even brutal murder at any moment, made Lin Lang so nervous he was on the verge of going crazy.
"Damn it!"
"I never thought a kidnapping would happen to Mengyao!"
Time ticked by, but the elevator was slow to arrive, making Lin Lang feel incredibly anxious and uneasy.
Lin Lang was sweating profusely, clutching his phone tightly, wanting to call the police, but the system indicated that the abandoned warehouse where Zhou Mengyao was held was in a remote location with no specific address.
"Damn it!"
"What should I do?"
Helpless, Lin Lang could only give up on calling the police.
"It seems Mengyao's purity and life safety depend on me to rescue her!"
Lin Lang stomped his foot in frustration, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. The elevator seemed to be deliberately working against him, slowly but steadily moving up and down, refusing to stop on Lin Lang's floor.
"Faster, faster!"
Because the Chumen Hotel conference room was on the 22nd floor of the building, Lin Lang couldn't run down the stairs. He could only anxiously wait for the elevator while silently praying that Zhou Mengyao would be safe.
Finally, after a brief yet seemingly endless wait, the elevator slowly stopped and opened its doors.
Lin Lang rushed into the elevator without hesitation and pressed the button for the underground parking lot.
Inside the confined elevator, Lin Lang felt time stretch out endlessly, every moment a torment.
When the elevator reached the hotel's second basement parking lot, Lin Lang shot out like an arrow, sprinting towards the parking spot where his Ferrari convertible was parked.
"Vroom..."
"Vroom vroom..."
With his heart racing, Lin Lang, driving the bright red Ferrari convertible, floored the accelerator and sped out of the Chumen Five-Star Hotel's underground parking lot.
Lin Lang knew that every second of delay now could lead to irreversible consequences.
So, Lin Lang had to go all out, following the system's navigation prompts as quickly as possible to find the abandoned warehouse where Zhou Mengyao was being held, and rescue her before she was assaulted or harmed.
"Vroom vroom..."
At night, Shanghai was bustling with traffic and shimmering with neon lights.
Lin Lang, focused on saving her, furrowed his brow as he drove the bright red Ferrari convertible like a bolt of lightning, speeding towards the suburbs of Shanghai.
As the speed continued to climb, the Ferrari emitted a deep, soul-stirring roar, like a fierce beast tearing through the city streets.
The roar of the Ferrari convertible instantly shattered the quiet of Shanghai's streets, drawing amazed glances from passersby.
The evening wind ruffled Lin Lang's hair, and also his heart.
Lin Lang gripped the Ferrari's steering wheel tightly, weaving through the bustling Shanghai city center, flooring the accelerator recklessly, like a madman rushing to save his campus crush, his white moonlight.
At the same time.
Inside a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, moonlight filtered through a broken window, casting dappled patterns on Zhou Mengyao's terrified face.
Zhou Mengyao, who had been kidnapped by an obsessed fan, was trapped in a dilapidated, decaying warehouse. The eerie, dim lighting made it look terrifying.
Zhou Mengyao was tied to a broken chair, with a complex timed bomb strapped to her body, unable to move. Her mouth was taped, and her eyes were filled with helplessness and fear.
"Wuwu..."
Zhou Mengyao kept shedding tears, unable to make any sound to call for help.
AI generated image of Zhou Mengyao being kidnapped (AI technology has limitations, please excuse imperfections)
The walls of the abandoned warehouse were covered with Zhou Mengyao's racing posters and artistic photos, as well as dense arrays of candid shots, making Zhou Mengyao's scalp tingle and her breathing difficult.
"Goddess, we're finally sitting down for a private date!"
The obsessed fan, wearing a hood, held a stack of racing ticket stubs, showing them to her idol, Zhou Mengyao, to prove that she had attended every single one of her races.
Zhou Mengyao, tied to the chair with the timed bomb strapped to her body, felt an immense shock and fear, tears streaming down her face like a broken dam.
"I've fantasized countless times about our date, and today it's finally come true!"
As the hooded kidnapper spoke, she gently stroked Zhou Mengyao's cheek, as if admiring a perfect work of art.
Terrified, Zhou Mengyao trembled and tried to cry for help, but her faint voice was tightly muffled, unable to escape.
Then, a scene that utterly shocked Zhou Mengyao unfolded.
The obsessed fan who had kidnapped Zhou Mengyao removed her hood, revealing an unexpected face: she was a lesbian fan.
Lesbian means female homosexual.
"Uh..." Zhou Mengyao was stunned speechless.
"My goddess, you didn't expect this, did you?"
The fanatical lesbian fan, Yao Yumeng, took off her mask. Her eyes were fervent and obsessive, as if she wanted to deeply engrave Zhou Mengyao's image into her heart.
Yao Yumeng's eyes revealed an indescribable madness and obsession. Her infatuated and burning gaze gave Zhou Mengyao goosebumps all over.
Yao Yumeng's dark circles under her eyes were exceptionally dark, as if deeply etched onto her face, seemingly impossible to remove, which made her appear somewhat pathologically deranged.
"Do you know?"
"I think about you every day, and every diary entry is my longing for you." Yao Yumeng's obsession with Zhou Mengyao seemed to have reached a frantic level.
At this moment, with her mouth gagged, Zhou Mengyao could only watch everything with terrified eyes.
Yao Yumeng held a strange diary in her hand. Although every page was blank, she looked at the blank diary and began to read its contents. Those emotional words, in her mouth, transformed into a bizarre melody, sending shivers down Zhou Mengyao's spine.
"From the first time I saw you racing motorcycles on TV, I fell deeply in love with you."
Zhou Mengyao was so frightened that tears streamed down her face, looking at Yao Yumeng with disbelief, sensing a mysterious aura emanating from her.
"Every one of your smiles, every one of your movements, mesmerizes me."
The mysterious and terrifying aura around Yao Yumeng was neither ordinary exhaustion nor simple emotional fluctuation; it was more like a dark force emerging from deep within her, consuming Yao Yumeng's soul.
In short, Zhou Mengyao sensed that the obsessed female fan who kidnapped her might have some mental issues.
"I'm willing to do anything for you, even if it means paying with blood!"
"As long as I can be with you, I don't care about anything! Even if we die together, I'll be incredibly happy!"
Yao Yumeng's expression was sometimes distorted and ferocious, and sometimes returned to calm. Looking at the blank diary, she spoke sweet and sickeningly sentimental words to her idol, Zhou Mengyao.
Those nauseating words sent a chill down Zhou Mengyao's spine. Facing such a perverted and dangerous opponent, Zhou Mengyao felt an unprecedented despair.
Yao Yumeng, as if suffering from schizophrenia, maniacally said, "My dear goddess, shall we die together?"
"I know that only if we die together, abandoning our shared physical bodies, and our souls go to another world, will there be no more gender prejudice, and we can be together forever and happily!"
Zhou Mengyao had never seen such a fanatical and perverted fan before. She was terrified and at a loss, only able to shed tears of helpless fear.
Yao Yumeng sometimes looked down to read her diary, and sometimes looked up at Zhou Mengyao, her eyes flashing with complex emotions.
"Haha..."
"We can finally be together forever!"
"We can finally die together!" Yao Yumeng laughed maniacally, her eyes glinting with madness.
Yao Yumeng sometimes talked to herself, sometimes giggled at the air, and sometimes suddenly lost control of her emotions, shouting or crying loudly. This bizarre behavior made the entire scene even more terrifying and unpredictable.
Zhou Mengyao, her blood running cold, wondered if she could escape this nightmare, feeling shivers of dread.
"Haha..."
Yao Yumeng's maniacal and shrill laughter echoed like a ghost in the silent, empty warehouse, both insane and horrifying.
Zhou Mengyao, tied to the chair, was scared stiff, her face ashen. A chill ran down her spine, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, her entire body covered in a fine layer of cold sweat from fear.
"Hahahahaha... We're going to die together!"
"Only then will you forever belong only to me! No one will be able to separate us!"
Zhou Mengyao's heart sank, and her body involuntarily trembled. She knew that her life was now in grave danger.
Accompanied by a hysterical roar, Yao Yumeng suddenly activated the timed bomb. Instantly, the timed bomb strapped to Zhou Mengyao's body was successfully activated and entered the countdown phase.
"Wuwu..."
Zhou Mengyao struggled and cried for help desperately, but it was futile.
Looking at the red numbers flashing on the screen, a death countdown of 25 minutes, Zhou Mengyao felt her heart plummet into a bottomless abyss in an instant.
At this moment, Zhou Mengyao gasped, thinking in extreme terror, "This woman is truly a lunatic. It seems I'm doomed today..."