Due to the rain, the dark and damp room was filled with the smell of mold.
Luo Qianqian was sitting on the ground, covered in mud. With the help of a broken pot, she cut off the rope that bound her hands. Her hands were now badly injured too.
She looked at the two men guarding the door, found the phone from the backpack and was about to call the Embassy of India and Gu Yun Che, when she found that there was no signal on the phone, let alone internet.
She was just looking for the signal when some Indian men were talking outside the door.
Luo Qianqian did not understand Hindi, but when she saw someone coming in, she hid the phone and stared at the door alertly.
Two tall Indian men walked in and sized her up from head to toe, looking greedy.
No matter how innocent Luo Qianqian was, she still sensed the danger. She stepped backwards and said seriously, "I am a foreigner, the Embassy will find out what you have done to me!"