Kidnapped bus girl

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This is a story I read in a magazine more than ten years ago. So many years have passed, I can't remember the name of the magazine anymore. I only remember the general plot. I've made some embellishments, and this is the article I'm writing now.

I'm the head of the investigation department at the police station. Recently, several thefts have occurred, the perpetrators are very skilled and cunning, and almost no clues can be found at the scene. The only certainty is that this case is very likely committed by three people working together.

It's already December, and our superiors are urging us to solve the case before the Spring Festival. But so far, we haven't obtained any valuable leads.

That noon, I had to go home for some important business, but there were no cars available at the station, so I had no choice but to squeeze onto a bus. The bus was crowded, and there were no seats left. After a few stops, three people got on and stood next to me.

Two of them were men, and the other was a woman. However, the woman's clothing was a bit strange. She was wearing large sunglasses that covered her eyes. It was too cold, so she was wearing a large mask, and her shoulder-length hair fell down, obscuring her face. She wore a plaid wool blouse, her hands in her pockets. Two men sandwiched her between them, the shorter one even holding her thigh.
The three of them seemed strangely odd, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I glanced at them briefly, then went back to my own thoughts.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my foot. Looking down, I saw that the woman had stepped on me. The bus was moving very smoothly, clearly intentional. I looked up and asked, "Miss, why did you step on me?"

The strange woman didn't utter a sound; her dark sunglasses obscured her eyes, making it impossible to detect even a glance from her.

At that moment, the taller man next to her spoke up: "I'm sorry, sir. My friend didn't mean to. I'm so sorry." He looked apologetic, and I felt too embarrassed to retaliate, so I let it go.

Not long after, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my calf again. Looking down, I saw, sure enough, it was the same woman again, kicking me hard.

I was getting angry: "What's wrong with you, young lady? Did I offend you?"

The woman remained silent, her sunglasses reflecting my image. The tall man smiled obsequiously and said, "I'm sorry, my friend has some mental issues. She often does this, sir, please don't be angry."

I said, "Please watch your friend and tell her not to kick me again."

At that moment, the short man standing next to the woman twisted her thigh hard. Although he tried to be discreet, how could he escape the eyes of the head of the investigation department?

The woman trembled as he twisted her, seemingly in great pain, but she didn't utter a sound. I felt something was strange, but I was annoyed and didn't think about it further.

Then the bus stopped again, and the two men, with the woman between them, walked towards the door, apparently preparing to get off. The woman seemed very unwilling, constantly twisting her body and turning to look at me.

Although her eyes were covered by sunglasses, I had a feeling she was pleading for help. A chill ran down my spine; this was extremely strange. My intuition told me there was something wrong with these three, but I couldn't quite pinpoint the problem. I decided to keep them around for now.

Just then, the three men got off the bus. I raised my voice and said, "Wait a minute, I have some questions for you."
Unexpectedly, the two men suddenly sprinted forward. Without a second thought, I knew something was amiss and chased after them. Then, the woman tripped the shorter man.
I shouted, "I'm a police officer! Everyone, come down and help catch this thug!"

Some officers got off the bus and together they tackled the shorter man to the ground. The taller man had already run some distance, but I, as a section chief, was no ordinary officer. In less than a minute, I caught up with him and handcuffed him behind his back.

Back at the bus stop, we handcuffed the shorter man as well and put him on the bus with us.

As for the woman, since she had helped apprehend the shorter man, although she was also a suspect, she wasn't handcuffed. The bus went straight to the police station. My colleagues interrogated the two men, while I personally questioned the woman.
The interrogation room was quiet. The woman sat opposite me, head down, still silent. I asked her, "What is your relationship with those two men?"

She remained seated, only raising her head slightly; her eyes, behind sunglasses, seemed to be looking at me.
I said, "Miss, I hope you can cooperate; it will be better for you."

The woman suddenly shook her head, her hair flying everywhere, but she didn't utter a sound. She also twisted her body, as if something was holding her.

I thought to myself, could this woman really have mental problems? But just now, helping to apprehend the shorter man was clearly normal behavior.

I was very puzzled. I walked up to the woman, and she stopped shaking her head and moving. She sat in the chair, looking at me quietly with her head up. Suddenly, I felt an impulse and reached out to remove her sunglasses.

I then discovered that the sunglasses were still secured with tape; no wonder they hadn't fallen off when she shook her head like that. The woman's large eyes were filled with tears, a pleading look in them. I quickly helped her remove her large mask. I was stunned.

The woman's mouth was firmly sealed with a piece of strong tape, and there were two more pieces of tape, crossed over the first tape, centered on her mouth. With her mouth so tightly sealed, she naturally couldn't speak.

And her nose—two thin tubes protruded from each nostril. Looking down, I saw that her nostrils were completely blocked with a dough of water-mixed flour. Those two thin tubes were for breathing. Normally, no matter how tightly a person's mouth is sealed, they can still make some humming sounds through their nose. But now, this woman's nostrils were also stuffed so tightly with dough that she couldn't even hum. There

seemed to be something strange in her ears as well. I parted her hair and saw that both of her ear canals were also stuffed with dough, so she couldn't hear anything either.

The woman's chest heaved slightly, showing that she was in great discomfort. Her nostrils opened and closed, trying to inhale more air. However, the dough was extremely sticky, and because it was stuffed so much, so full, and so deep, as her nostrils expanded, the dough stuck to her nose and made it widen as well.

I quickly reached over to the woman's face to tear off the three pieces of tape sealing her mouth. The tape was stuck very firmly, and to avoid hurting the woman, I carefully tore off the outer two pieces. Finally, when I tore off the bottom piece of tape, what I saw shocked me.

The woman's mouth was completely stuffed with something. When the duct tape was first used to seal her mouth, I noticed her cheeks were bulging, but it turned out it was also stuffed inside. After tearing off the tape, the woman's tightly closed mouth opened. Someone must have forced her mouth shut before sealing it with tape.
I reached into her mouth to remove the stuffing; it turned out to be several pairs of women's stockings, dripping with saliva. I casually threw them on the ground.

The woman opened her mouth wide, breathing rapidly. After a while, she felt a little better and finally spoke to me, "Section Chief Fu, could you please take off my clothes?"

I was surprised that this woman recognized me. But why was she making such a request? I said, "How can I do that? Let's continue the interrogation."

Seeing that I didn't intend to help her take off her clothes, the woman said again, "Section Chief, please help me take off my clothes. My hands are numb and I can't feel them."

I was about to refuse when I suddenly realized her ears were stuffed with dough; she couldn't hear me. But with her mouth, nose, and ears gagged, why didn't she untangle herself? Could it be...?

I quickly unbuttoned and took off the woman's wool coat; underneath, she was wearing a white sweater. Her breasts were quite full, and I couldn't help but feel my heart race. Through her sweater, I could see her arms were behind her back, completely still. There were some bulges inside the sweater; I wondered what they were.

The woman said, "Take off your sweater too."

At this point, what didn't I understand? Besides, the woman's breasts were so beautiful and full; I was also somewhat eager to see them.

I took off her sweater. She was naked underneath. Sure enough, her hands were tightly bound with hemp rope.
The rope was only half a centimeter in diameter, wrapped more than ten times around the woman's upper breasts, pressing down on the upper part of her upper arms and binding her firmly to her body.

The lower part of her breasts was bound more than ten times, connecting the lower half of her upper arms to her body. At the woman's cleavage, the ropes above and below were pulled together, tied with another rope, and pulled upwards behind her back, making her breasts stand out prominently, exceptionally alluring.

After the ropes reached the center of her back, the ropes above and below were pulled together and tied tightly. This made the already tight ropes even tighter. The woman's wrists were tied together behind her back, and a rope was pulled upwards, securing the wrists to the midpoint of the two ropes behind her back. Her forearms were also fixed to ropes behind her back. This made it impossible for her to move her arms at all.

Furthermore, her hands were clenched into fists, with the thumb held in the middle by the other four fingers, and then tightly wrapped with duct tape, truly rendering even her little finger immobile.

Seeing the intricate bindings, I wondered how long it would take to untie her. I grabbed a pair of scissors and quickly cut all the restraints. The ropes were scattered across the ground, leaving numerous rope marks on the woman's upper body.

It then took considerable time to remove the dough balls from her nose and ears. The woman was finally completely free.

After my colleagues and I investigated, we understood the whole story.

It turned out that the two men and the woman were part of a three-person theft gang that had recently been committing a series of crimes. Because the woman wanted to escape them and go straight, the two men bound her, gagged her, and plugged her ears, intending to take her to a small lake in the park, tie a stone to her, and sink her to silence her.

Unexpectedly, the woman recognized me, the section chief, and kept warning me on the bus. Finally, she was rescued, and our troublesome case was finally solved.

Finally, I wondered what would have happened if those two men had also taped the woman's eyes shut.

[The End]

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