At 11 o'clock in the evening, Lin Pei Lian sat on the bed with a dazed expression. After a while, Lin Pei heard a "click" and the door of the confinement room opened automatically.
Poor Lin's heart beat abruptly, and she quickly got out of bed and gently pushed open the heavy door of the confinement room.
There was no one outside, and Lin Poor rushed out without hesitation.
During the run, she panicked. She didn't know who the one who had been delivering her food was, but since the other party gave her a chance, she didn't hesitate to grab the life-saving straw and rush to freedom.
Uncle Chen has been in the Presidential Palace for many years, and he has more than a dozen subordinates who have been close to him. Tonight's duty in the prison room is all people who have been close to him.
Uncle Chen broke the switch to the prison cell, trying to create the illusion that Lin Pei Lian had fled without authorization.
He sympathized with Lin Pei Lian, and when he saw Lin Pei Lian's disfigured appearance, he thought of his daughter. Uncle Chen wanted to give Lin Pei Lian a chance to reform.
Lin Kelian ran out of the building where the confinement room was located. She took a breath, but her gaze stayed on the villa in the inner courtyard of the Presidential Palace.
Lin Pei Lian followed Qiao Xi to the Presidential Palace once before. Qiao Xi and her briefly introduced the uses and directions of the buildings in the Presidential Palace.
The white villa in the inner courtyard is the place where the owners of the presidential palace live. In the middle of the night, Xia Miyen must have fallen asleep in the presidential palace.
Lin Kepian was stupefied, no one could tell what she was thinking at the moment. When she was about to turn around, she squeaked and she didn't know what she had stepped on.
Lin Kepian lowered his head and saw a lighter left on the ground.
She stared at the lighter on the ground, with a trace of madness in her eyes.
Lin Kelian picked up the lighter and walked towards the villa in the inner courtyard.
Because Uncle Chen deliberately let Lin Pei Lian leave, Uncle Chen specially mobilized the guard position of the presidential palace tonight. Lin Pei Lian walked all the way, she did not see any guards.
She walked around to the back of the villa and finally found a window open for ventilation. Lin Kepian crawled in through the window and found that she was resting in the back kitchen of the Presidential Palace.
Lin Kepian grabbed the paper and lit the fire. The oil fume in the back kitchen was originally heavy. A few pieces of paper burned on the stove, and the fire spread soon. The flames rushed to the ceiling and burned into the exhaust fumes. In the pipeline, flammable oil fume accumulated inside the pipeline, and the fire soon increased, and the melted pipeline became black oil dripping from the flame.
Lin Pei Lian only wanted to burn a small fire and teach the people in the presidential palace a lesson, so that Xia Wei Mian could not sleep peacefully. Who knew that the flames caused by a few sheets of paper burned rapidly in the back kitchen, and the fire alarm did not sound. It fell directly from the ceiling by the flames.
There is also an automatic sprinkler in the back kitchen, and the water that can be sprayed from the ceiling can't dominate the fire at all.
Lin Kepian hurriedly turned around and crawled out of the ventilated window.
The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and when Lin Kepian climbed out of the window, he felt that his legs were scalded by the heat.
She touched her legs, turned around and ran out in a hurry.
"It's so late, has anyone come out for a walk?" After Lin Poor walked through the flowerbed, a lazy male voice fell into her ears.
Lin Pei Lian was taken aback, and immediately covered her mouth before she screamed. She was barefoot, her feet slipped on the lawn, and she sat down on the grass.