外面雪花飘散,窗户如同花屏的电视屏幕。他扶了扶眼镜,将目光重新转到面前的景象:犯人三十岁,衣衫褴褛,神情焦躁,额角有一块褐色的胎记。怀里的女人眼角有泪,用求救的目光看着谈判专员。“求你了,不管你是谁,放过我吧,我是无辜的……”“闭嘴!”劫持者凶狠地吼了一声,女人的脖子被刀顶得更紧了,“跟你说多少遍了。臭娘们,喊什么喊,你老公你都他妈不认得了吗?” Outside the snow drift, windows like Huaping TV screen. He helped his glasses and turned his gaze to the scene before him: the prisoner, thirty, ragged, anxious, with a brown birthmark on his forehead. The arms of the woman in the corner of her eyes tears, crying for help looking negotiator. “Please, no matter who you are, let me go, I am innocent ... ” “Shut up! ” The hijackers fiercely roared loudly, the woman’s neck was more tightly knife top, “Tell you how many times, smelly ladies, shout shout, your husband you fuck do not recognize it? ”