As the days passed, mother and daughter seemed to gradually come out of that shadow.
More than a month has passed, and Chu Qingming is practicing internal skills and mental methods in the **.
"Ding dong—"
At this time, the mobile phone rang.
She hurriedly picked up the phone, and when she picked it up, she saw it was an unfamiliar number.
"Chu Qingming, let me show you something good."
That's what the message says.
After about a few seconds, a video screen was transmitted instantly.
Chu Qingming didn't even open it, just looked at the phone quietly.
Soon the message from the other side was sent out again.
"Haha, are you scared? Come to the same place as last time at night, otherwise... you will be a big star tomorrow!"
"Don't put it online!"
Chu Qingqing pretended to be very scared and quickly typed out this row of words.
"If you know you're afraid, just come here!"
"Come here with your cello on your back!"
On the other side, these two messages were sent one after another, and then there was no more.
The screen of the mobile phone also turned dark.
Chu Qingming sneered and threw the phone aside again.
She continued to practice again.
From that day on, after traveling through time, he began to practice non-stop.
Dealing with those scum was easy.
At night, at the time the scumbag agreed.
Chu Qingming told Murphy that he was going to bed, so he changed into a black sportswear and tied up his hair.
I opened the window, followed the pipe, and climbed down.
The apartment they live in is monitored, and even the entrance to the community is monitored.
So she wanted to create some evidence of alibi, so naturally she had to act like this.
So, she found a remote place and climbed out over the wall.
She and Murphy had walked here every day before, and she knew the distribution of cameras in the community very well.
After leaving the community, we quickly arrived at that scumbag's place.
The place where that scumbag lives is a very old place.
It was only nine o'clock at this time, and the place was plunged into darkness.
There is naturally no monitoring in a place like this.
Chu Qingming walked to the third floor and knocked on a door.
The door was opened.
A boy saw her coming and immediately laughed.
He pulled her in hard.
Chu Qingyao staggered and was dragged in.
The door was behind him and was immediately closed.
This house is very small and shabby. There are some food on the table and on the floor, some of which are overnight. It is summer now, and it exudes a sour smell.
The lights in the house were also very dim, and there was a ceiling fan above the head, making a creaking sound.
Everything here looks extremely old and has a musty smell.
"Tsk tsk... Wearing black clothes, are you here for a funeral?"
The white-haired boy at the head touched his nose with his hand, with a trace of disgust in his eyes.
"It's really bad luck!"
The person who said this was the boy that the original owner had always liked.
"Take off all her clothes!"