I kidnapped a trust fund kid. But this rich boy was severely depressed. Every day, he was either trying to get himself killed or actively seeking out ways to die. To keep him from kicking the bucket on my watch, I glued my eyes to him 24/7. Then one day, he looked at me with deep, passionate sincerity and said, "Before, I wanted to die. I really did. But now that I've met you, I look forward to tomorrow more than anything." Wait, hold up! I'm the kidnapper here! How did I end up getting zero ransom money and losing my heart in the process?! 1 My name is Maya, and I'm a kidnapper. A broke, desperate kidnapper. I needed money. Like, really needed it. So, I took a massive risk and kidnapped Oliver Vance, the youngest son of the CEO of Vance Enterprises, planning to demand a $500,000 ransom. I never expected this trust fund baby to have severe depression. Before I could even send the ransom note, this idiot tried to off himself every other day. I was getting sick and tired of saving his life. Finally, one day, he said, "I'm done trying to kill myself. Why don't you just kill me instead?" I'm a kidnapper with professional standards. I absolutely do not kill the hostage without a very good reason. But I really, really needed the money. I thought about it long and hard, and finally decided to grant his wish: "Then you're going to have to pay extra!" But as a rookie kidnapper, I just didn't have the heart to actually gut him. Oliver was a textbook rich kid. Clean-cut features, perfect teeth, and unfairly handsome. In all my years, I'd never seen a guy this good-looking. As a girl who hadn't seen much of the world, I couldn't help but want to poke his cheek every now and then. Oliver was usually gloomy and withdrawn, and sometimes he would just inexplicably start crying. I felt like I was the one making him cry. I felt guilty. I tried my absolute best to comfort him: "Don't be scared, I only kidnapped you for the ransom. I'm not going to kill you." "How much are you asking for?" His voice sounded so pure. I held up five fingers: "$500,000." Hearing that, he lowered his eyes, seemingly unsatisfied with the price. I said, "Should I offer a discount?" He shook his head. "Then should you try haggling?" He said melancholically, "I really am a worthless person..." Me: ??? He asked me back, "Do you really think I'm only worth $500,000?" I felt like something was wrong with his brain, and said hesitantly, "Then five million?" He sighed, seemingly feeling it was still too cheap. After discussing the price with him, I sat nearby and started writing the thirteenth ransom note to his dad. Why the thirteenth? Because I had already written twelve! As I wrote, I asked Oliver, "Why hasn't your dad sent the money yet? Does he also think my asking price is too low?" The world of the rich—I don't understand it, but I am deeply shocked by it. "I don't know. How did you write the letter? Read it to me." I said "Okay" and started reading: "Dear Mr. Vance, Hello. How is your health lately? I have kidnapped your youngest son, Oliver. Please wire $500,000 to the following account: 62167xxxxxxxx. Thank you! Please do not call the police, otherwise I will kill the hostage before they arrive." "..." "How is it? Is there a problem?" "It's not aggressive enough." "Then how should I write it?" I handed him the pen and paper. "Why don't you write it for me?" Oliver reluctantly agreed: "Fine." I was just about to untie his ropes, but then I had a second thought: What if he runs away? "I won't run," he said. I hesitated, still too afraid to untie him. "I really won't run," he added. "I swear on my honor as a student." Fine. Because of that sentence, I trusted him and untied the ropes. He rubbed his sore arms, then picked up the pen and paper. I have to say, not only was he good-looking, but his handwriting was also incredibly neat. How could someone this perfect exist in the world? It's just... The letter he wrote went like this: Hey, old man Vance, your son is in my hands right now! Wire $500,000 to the account below, and make it snappy! Don't you dare short me a single cent! Don't call the cops, or I'll kill him! "Oliver, is it really okay to write it like this?" I stared at the ransom note he wrote, lost in thought. "It only sounds aggressive if you write it like this." I thought about it and felt his reasoning was sound. Just as I was about to put the letter in the envelope, he suddenly said, "Maybe we should ask for five million. I feel like I'm worth more than this." I shook my head firmly: "No, I only want $500,000." I decided to send the letter the next day. But that night, I had a dream. I dreamed I was caught by the police, and Mr. Vance was screaming at the top of his lungs nearby: "I wired you $500,000 thirteen times! Couldn't you just ask for it all at once, damn it! If you wanted it in installments, you should have at least said something!" I was crying uncontrollably: "I'm sorry, I forgot to turn on my bank text alerts!" I woke up with a start, my forehead covered in sweat, and shook Oliver awake: "Oliver, Oliver, wake up!" He opened his sleepy eyes and asked what was wrong. "I think I forgot to turn on my bank text alerts." "..." 2 Guys, the perfect Oliver is not perfect. Ever since I tied him up and brought him to this mountain warehouse half a month ago, I never realized he was such a neat freak! This morning, I was planning to mail the ransom note, but Oliver absolutely refused to go without taking a shower first. I had no choice but to take him to the mountain spring to rinse off. He dawdled and washed for over half an hour. When we finally got back, I had just tied him up when he insisted I tie his shoelaces. "Your shoelaces are tied perfectly fine!" "The butterfly wings are uneven. It's bothering me." "..." After adjusting his shoelaces, I went out to mail the letter and turned on my bank text alerts while I was at it. I checked my balance. No $500,000. But right as I walked out of the bank, I spotted two police officers not far away. I shuddered. Were they here to catch me?! I scurried back into the bank, peeked half my head out from behind the door, and observed. I saw a police officer holding a photo and asking a passerby, "Have you seen this person?" The passerby glanced at the photo and shook his head: "Never seen him." "If you see this person, please call the police immediately." The passerby's sense of justice flared up: "What did this guy do? I've trained in MMA for a few years, maybe I can help you catch him." He even rolled up his sleeves to show off his muscles. The police officer sternly refused: "No! This man is a ruthless, bloodthirsty kidnapper. Do not engage him directly. You must call the police!" Hearing this, I was scared out of my wits. What should I do? What should I do? The police are here to catch me! I'm going to jail! I waited until the police were far away before I dared to sneak out. I was so scared I practically wet my pants. I didn't even dare to mail the ransom note, and hurried back to the abandoned warehouse as fast as I could. "Oliver! Oliver! What are we going to do? Waaaaah..." As soon as I got back, I ran straight to Oliver, hugged him tightly, and cried uncontrollably. I felt like if he wasn't tied up, he probably would have pushed me away long ago. "What's wrong?" he asked. "The police are here to catch me. What do we do?" I said while wiping away tears. "I saw with my own eyes the police asking people around with my photo! I'm done for! Waaaaah!" Oliver pondered for a moment, then said, "Maybe my dad called the police." When he said that, I cried even louder. "My dad called the police, so you should just kill me." Right! I should kill him! I... I'll do it! I'll kill him right now! I pulled a dagger out of my backpack and waved it around Oliver's neck. He closed his eyes, waiting for me to slit his throat. But my hands kept shaking, shaking, shaking like a leaf. I couldn't stop them! Clang! I dropped the dagger. I... I couldn't do it! Oliver seemed very disappointed. Just as I was crying, snot bubbles popping one after another, Oliver suddenly asked me how the police questioned the passerby. I recounted the incident while sobbing. Oliver's face darkened: "Relax, the person they're looking for isn't you." "How is that possible? I'm the kidnapper!" "Ruthless, bloodthirsty. Does that sound like you?" "...No... it doesn't." But hearing Oliver say that put my mind at ease. I went to the mountain spring pool and splashed water on my tear-stained face. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was my little brother, Leo. "Sister, the nurse taught me how to fold paper boats today. When are you coming back? I want to fold paper boats with you." "Sister will be back very soon. Leo has to be a good boy and listen to the doctor, okay?" "Okay." I put my phone back in my pocket and gathered some firewood nearby, planning to boil some water for instant noodles when I got back. But when I returned with an armful of dry wood, I caught Oliver rummaging through my backpack! "How did you untie the ropes?!" He didn't even look up, pulling a wafer cookie out of my bag. "My arms were falling asleep, so I untied them to stretch. Why are you back so early? I haven't had time to tie myself back up yet." No wonder the snacks in my bag kept disappearing. I had assumed I ate them and forgot. "Since you have this skill, why didn't you sneak away when I wasn't looking?" He took a bite of the wafer cookie and said, "Why do you overestimate yourself so much? I could run away even when you are looking." "..." I dropped my head, feeling a deep sense of defeat. After Oliver finished the cookie, he ripped open a bag of chips. Seemingly bored, he suddenly asked me my name. "Maya." "Like 'Maya the Maya'?" "Like 'Maya' as in the illusion." "Oh, Little Sprout, you should wash your hands of this business early. You're not cut out for this line of work." "I'm only doing this one job." I asked the question that had been buried in my heart for a long time. "Why are you always so unhappy?" "Because I have depression." I suddenly understood: "Ah? No wonder you're always looking for death." He corrected my wording: "Seeking death." I'd heard that people with depression suffer a lot. It's a mental illness with a very high suicide rate. I comforted him: "I heard that once people have money, they lose their worries. You should be glad you have it all. Don't be sad, Oliver." "...Thank you for your ineffective counseling." Since Oliver had excellent rope-untying skills, I stopped tying him up. It was all based on the honor system. That night, I tossed and turned. Thinking of Leo saying he missed me, I wanted to sprint straight to the hospital to see him. I guess I'll go back and check on him tomorrow. Thinking this, I gradually drifted off to sleep. But it felt like as soon as I fell asleep, I was woken up by an itch. It was incredibly itchy, like claws scratching at my heart and liver. I tossed and turned, unable to fall back asleep. Why was it so itchy? While scratching, I picked up my phone to Google the symptoms. Hives? Doesn't seem like it. Psoriasis? No. Kidney failure? Yes, yes, this must be it. These past few days, I've been so worried about Oliver running away that I've been guarding him 24/7. Sometimes I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom and just held it in. I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I instantly felt sick to my stomach, my mind going completely blank. Oliver seemed to have been woken up by me. "What's wrong? Aren't you sleeping?" "I feel prickly all over, incredibly uncomfortable. I just Googled my symptoms, and it says it's kidney failure." I was so anxious I was almost crying. "What do I do, Oliver? Am I going to die? I don't want to die yet!" "...How long has it been since you took a shower?" "I haven't washed since I kidnapped you! I was afraid you'd run away!" "Go take a shower. You won't itch after you wash." "Oh." After I showered, I felt completely refreshed, and my body wasn't prickly anymore. The next day, I woke up bright and early. But seeing Oliver still sleeping soundly, I didn't dare brush my tongue when I brushed my teeth, afraid I'd gag and wake him up. I didn't even dare chew my chips until they were soft and soggy in my mouth. My phone rang. It was my best friend, Harper. As soon as I answered, she politely greeted my entire ancestry: "Maya, you absolute disaster! Where the hell have you been these past few days? Do you have any idea how much Leo misses you?!" "I haven't... ah, recently, I've actually had some things to deal with. I'll be right back at the hospital." I hung up the phone right after saying that, grabbed my bag, and rushed to the hospital like my tail was on fire. When I arrived at the hospital, Harper was watching cartoons with Leo. When Leo saw me, he threw his arms around me: "Sister, I missed you so much! Are you really back? I'm not dreaming, am I?" I crouched down to his eye level and pinched his soft little cheek: "You're not dreaming. Have you been listening to the doctors lately? Are you still scared of getting shots?" "I'm not scared anymore. I've grown up. I'm a man now. I can protect you, sister." While Leo and I were having our touching sibling moment, Harper angrily dragged me out of the room and demanded to know where I had been for the past half month, abandoning my own brother. "I went to get money." "What kind of money makes you disappear completely?" "I just... lightly tested the penal code..." I lowered my voice. "I kidnapped the CEO of Vance Enterprises' son." She was dumbfounded: "How could you even dare?! Holy shit! You... turn back before it's too late." At that moment, Leo suddenly ran out and invited me to fold paper boats. So the three of us sat on the hospital bed folding paper boats together. But I was clumsy, so I had to ask Harper: "Is this how you fold this part?" "Fold it over like this... Please, turn back before it's too late." "..." A little while later. I asked Harper again: "How do you fold the boat's canopy in the middle?" "That part should be folded back, then you just pull it and it's done... Please, turn back before it's too late." "..." After folding the paper boats, Leo watched cartoons for a bit, then got tired and fell asleep. It was time for me to head back to the abandoned warehouse. I said goodbye to Harper outside the hospital. Harper was in tears. I just thought she was sad to see me go, but I didn't expect her to say: "Does this make me an accessory to a crime?" "Don't worry, I'll cut ties with you right before I get caught. I won't drag you down with me." She looked grave, pointing at an Audi logo, and said: "Don't those four rings look like two pairs of silver bracelets (handcuffs)? One pair for you, one pair for me... Please, turn back before it's too late." "...No, they don't." After parting ways with Harper, I headed back to the warehouse. But when I got back, I realized Oliver wasn't there! I searched the surrounding area several times but still couldn't find him. He couldn't have run away, could he?! Was he going to the police?! Just as I was hopping mad and wiping away tears, I saw Oliver dragging a large 24-inch suitcase back from a distance! I was both shocked and delighted: "Where did you go?! I've been looking everywhere for you!" "I went home for a bit." "..." "Grabbed some clean clothes." "..." I wiped away tears and said: "Then why did you come back?" "We have a kidnapping with integrity going on here. If you don't let me go, I won't leave. Stop crying, you're losing all your kidnapper street cred." Thank goodness Oliver came back, otherwise I would have been so anxious I would have turned myself in. 3 I felt like Oliver had the aura of a perfect househusband. Ever since he brought that massive suitcase back from home, he went into full warehouse-makeover mode. He cleaned the area where he slept, put up some wallpaper, used discarded wood to make a shoe rack, and even strung up a clothesline outside the warehouse. A little later, he was patching up the broken windows and putting up curtains. I watched his flurry of activity, completely dumbfounded. "Oliver, are you planning on living here long-term?" "I'll leave once you extort the $500,000." I felt a bit touched. "Thank you for helping me extort your dad." After he finished putting up the curtains, he was sweating profusely and grabbed his body wash to go take a shower at the spring. My phone buzzed. A quick glance showed it was a text from the bank. Had the $500,000 arrived?! My heart was racing, my hands trembling! I held my breath, anticipating opening the text... Damn it! It was a notification that my Spotify premium subscription had renewed... Just as I was looking up at the sky and sighing, wanting to cry but having no tears left, another ringtone sounded. It wasn't mine. I followed the sound in confusion and finally located it in Oliver's suitcase. My heart leapt into my throat. When did he bring a phone?! Had he secretly called the police?! I picked up his phone. The caller ID was a missed call from someone named "Pain Patch." A moment later, this "Pain Patch" sent a WeChat message: Why aren't you answering the phone? Immediately followed by another: I sent the medicine over. Remember to pick it up. What medicine? Curious, I scrolled through their chat history... Oh wow, it turns out Oliver had his phone on him this whole time! My fault! I had no experience; I forgot to check if he had a phone! I was so annoyed I wanted to slap myself. His most recent contact with Pain Patch was yesterday: "Oliver, what's going on with you? You were already home, why did you go back?" "I felt like it." "Is that guy a kidnapper? Or a kidnapper with a heart of gold? Whatever, suit yourself. By the way, you forgot your medicine. Send me your location, and I'll mail it to you tomorrow." Then Oliver sent a location—the nearest Amazon Locker at the foot of the warehouse's mountain. "Use this address. It's close, I can make it quick." "Why don't you just use your home address?" "No, my house is too far. If she realizes I'm gone, she'll think I went to the police. She'll probably cry her eyes out." "...ojbk [doge emoji]" Suddenly, the phone rang again. I jumped and accidentally answered the call. On the other end, Pain Patch said: "Hey, Oliver, you finally picked up." I swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. "Oliver, why aren't you saying anything? Damn it, did something happen?! I'm calling the police right now!" I hurriedly replied: "Ah no, nothing happened." "??? Are you the kidnapper with a heart of gold?" "Hello, Mr. Pain." "...My last name is Zhao. You can just call me Dr. Zhao." I pleaded: "Dr. Pain, please don't call the police. Oliver said he'd help me extort his dad, and I promise I won't hurt him." "I won't call the police. Put Oliver on the phone." "He just finished working up a sweat and went to take a shower." On the other end, Pain Patch coughed awkwardly. "Then I won't interrupt. You two have fun." He hung up the phone after saying that. At that moment, Oliver returned. He was holding a dripping pair of boxers and hung them on the clothesline. I ran out clutching his phone. "Oliver, I'm sorry, I snooped through your phone. But why didn't you tell me you had it hidden? Didn't we agree to an honest kidnapping?" "I just didn't want you to misunderstand and think I was going to call the police." "Oh, well what if you used the GPS to run away?" "Then why don't we add each other on WeChat? If I run away, I'll send you a message." Hmm, he truly had the qualities of a model hostage. It saved me a lot of worry as a kidnapper. Since he had cleaned his sleeping area that day, when night fell, I shamelessly scooted closer to him. "Oliver, you smell so good." It was true, a very fresh and clean scent. "Your greasy hair smells very unique too." Ah, that... I awkwardly got up and moved back to my spot. In the dark, he suddenly grabbed my hand. "Come back. Talk to me for a bit." So I obediently lay back down. "Why did you want to kidnap me?" he asked. "I really need money." Whenever money was mentioned, I was wide awake. "Oliver, are you your dad's biological son? Why hasn't he sent the money yet?" "Him? He's... he's probably running around begging everyone he knows to scrape the money together." The Vance Enterprise is so huge, $500,000 should be pocket change! "Listen to yourself, do you even believe what you're saying?" "I do." I believe you... not! I suddenly thought of a question and asked: "Do you think maybe the ransom note I wrote never even reached your dad?" He was resolute: "Impossible." "Are you lying to me again?" He laughed: "I'm not lying." "Then you said students don't lie to students!" "...I can't say it." I was a bit angry, but I was so tired that I eventually fell asleep while fuming. But in the middle of the night, I was woken up by the sound of sobbing. I groggily opened my eyes. By the faint moonlight, I saw Oliver hugging his knees, crying. I sat up facing him. I didn't understand depression, but I could tell he was in a lot of pain. "Oliver, Oliver." I called out to him, but he seemed to have lost all interest in life, not even batting an eyelid. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat with him silently. In a flash of inspiration, I remembered Pain Patch. Based on Oliver's situation, he was probably Oliver's doctor. I quietly picked up Oliver's phone, stepped outside the warehouse, and dialed Pain Patch's number. It connected quickly. "Finally decided to call me? What, did your kidnapper with a heart of gold untie your ropes? Speak, what's up?" "Hey, Dr. Pain, Oliver is crying, and I don't know what to do. Please help him!" The more I spoke, the more I wanted to cry, and by the end, my voice was cracking. He was clearly surprised. "It's you. Don't panic. Depression patients %#&%!^#. You need to &#• %^!# watch his mood %#& something might happen." The signal suddenly got very bad, and his voice was breaking up. This led to a miscommunication between us— "What, something might happen?" My heart skipped a beat. "Is Oliver going to commit suicide? I've heard some depression patients commit suicide." "Suicide?! You said %#&#%^ ... he wants to commit suicide!" "No, I mean..." "The signal is bad, you're saying %#& I can't hear you clearly. You %^#&*... send me the location, I'm coming over right now!" He hung up after saying that. I hesitated. If he knew where we were, would he call the police to catch me? But if something happened to Oliver, I'd really be a sinner! So I steeled myself and sent him the location. I went back into the warehouse. Oliver had changed positions and was still crying. I sat down next to him and held his hand. "Oliver, don't be scared. Pain Patch is already on his way." He finally lifted his eyelids to look at me, calling me with a hoarse voice: "Little Sprout..." I didn't dare leave his side for a second, terrified his mood would dip too low and he'd do something drastic. I don't know how much time passed, but Oliver finally stopped crying and fell asleep shortly after. Not long after, I faintly heard noise outside the warehouse. I peeked outside and saw a young man with a flashlight. When he got closer, I finally saw his face. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and looked refined and intellectual, about the same age as me. He was cursing under his breath: "What the hell is this dump? You can't even drive a car up here!" Turns out intellectual guys curse too. He was probably Dr. Pain. He cut straight to the chase: "Where's Oliver?" "Asleep." Afraid of waking Oliver up, he tiptoed into the warehouse. Seeing him sleeping soundly, he let out a sigh of relief. I lowered my voice and asked him: "Doctor, is Oliver's condition very dangerous?" "Moderate depression, but there's a very good chance he can overcome it." I've heard that people with depression suffer from long periods of low mood. I remembered that when I'm in a bad mood, I can't eat, don't want to do anything, feel annoyed and helpless—it's agonizing. I can't imagine how Oliver managed to get through it. "Why did you want to kidnap him?" "For money." "What do you need so much money for? Are you very poor?" I shook my head: "No, it's my little brother. He's sick and needs a kidney transplant." He fell silent for a moment, expressing sympathy for my situation, and then asked which hospital my brother was in. When I told him the hospital's name, he was a bit surprised. It turned out he worked in the psychiatric department at that very hospital. He warmly told me to contact him anytime if I ran into difficulties in the future. I was so touched that my eyes instantly welled up with tears. He pulled out his phone and opened his WeChat QR code: "Let's add each other as friends. Contact me anytime if you have a problem." I wiped my wet eyes, opened WeChat to scan the code, and then heard a loud DING~ I jolted, quickly turned down the volume, and looked back at the sleeping Oliver. Thank goodness I didn't wake him up. "My last name is Zhao," he emphasized, afraid I would save his contact as "Pain Patch." But right after I added Dr. Zhao, Oliver's ghostly voice came from behind me: "Why are you two adding each other as friends behind my back?" "..." Listen to what he was saying. He made it sound like we were doing something shady. Oliver was mad that Dr. Zhao and I added each other as friends, and he ignored me all night. The next morning, I woke up early. Pain Patch was still sleeping, but Oliver was nowhere to be seen. My heart instantly jumped into my throat. He had a terrible night last night; did he do something drastic? I didn't have time to think and ran out immediately to look for him. Thank goodness, he was just sitting on a large rock outside the warehouse. I let out a huge sigh of relief. I walked up behind him and saw him playing on his phone... That was my freaking phone! I saw him open WeChat, pin "Oliver" to the top, then find "Dr. Zhao" and hit delete without hesitation. I swear to God... I clenched my fists. My knuckles were turning white. I was just about to lose it when I saw him pull out another phone—Dr. Zhao's—and expertly delete me from it. I gritted my teeth: "Oli-ver!" He jumped in shock, then grabbed the phones and started running. His legs were so long, how could I possibly catch him? Just as I was about to give up and head back, I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw a middle-aged man, looking to be in his fifties, with an ordinary face. Seeing this, Oliver quickly ran over and shielded me behind him. At that moment, Dr. Zhao's voice came from the warehouse: "Well, well. It was too dark to see clearly yesterday, but look at this! Pots, pans, the whole nine yards! You two setting up house here?!" He stretched as he walked out, but froze when he saw the unfamiliar middle-aged man. That was when I noticed, to my shock, that the stranger had a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder! He immediately aimed the gun at us: "Nobody move! No cops!" Oliver pulled me further behind him, and I was so scared I barely dared to breathe. The man forced us into the warehouse with the gun, confiscated our phones, turned them off, and removed the SIM cards to prevent police tracking. Dr. Zhao swallowed hard, mustered up his courage, and said: "Sir, please let us go. Don't worry, we absolutely won't call the police. Besides, we don't even know you, so we couldn't give the police any leads anyway." The man snorted: "Funny. The police have a city-wide APB out on me. Everyone knows who I am, and you expect me to believe you don't?" He was the ruthless, bloodthirsty killer?! I wanted to cry but had no tears left. Unlucky, incredibly unlucky! Dr. Zhao was silent for a long moment: "I'm a bit of a shut-in. I really don't recognize you." "Cut the crap!" The man pointed at me, then at the ropes on the floor. "You, tie them up." I didn't dare disobey. I picked up the ropes and tied Dr. Zhao and Oliver back-to-back. Then the man picked up another rope and tied me up like a trussed turkey. While tying me up, he felt the unmailed ransom note Oliver had helped me write in my pocket. He stared at me in disbelief: "You're in the business too?" I nodded. He put the letter away: "I was just worrying about having no money for the getaway. I'll take this $500,000!" Now I really wanted to cry. I had worked so hard, and now my payday was flying away. "Give me the card." I stammered: "It's in the pink backpack in the corner." He walked over, roughly dumped out the contents of the bag, and found the bank card. "PIN." I told the truth: "My birthday." "...How the hell am I supposed to know what day your birthday is!" At that moment, Oliver suddenly spoke up: "There's no money on the card. Taking it is useless." The man spat: "No money? Are you little punks messing with me?!" "But I can help you call my dad and extort him." The man was suspicious: "You're trying to pull a fast one, aren't you?" "Aren't you trying to get money for your getaway? I'm paying for my safety. Once you get the money, you have to let us go." The man still didn't believe him. "You took our phones, so we can't call the police. If we really wanted to call the police, we'd have to go to the station ourselves. By the time we file a report, you'll be long gone." The man seemed swayed. He weighed his options and finally said: "Fine. But no phone calls. God knows what tricks you'll play on the phone. Send a text. I'll send it from your phone myself." Oliver agreed without hesitation. After the man sent the text from Oliver's phone, he immediately turned it off and removed the SIM card.
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