As soon as Xiang Xiaoman turned around, the clerk's upper body subconsciously leaned back, as if her eyes were splashing hot oil, and it was safe to cover her face with a pot lid.
Then, he seemed to muster up the courage of his whole body, and stammered "meow": "You... You have to calm down, and there are children. What's the matter... If there is something that can't be dealt with, you can ask someone for help... I …”
His voice was low and slow, and a little inarticulate, like a mental retardation.
Without waiting for him to finish, Xiang Xiaoman walked over with a blank face, attached the paper bag, grabbed the blade, and left.
The clerk closed his mouth, looked at her back at a loss, and took the initiative to say a few words to the strange woman, as if he had exhausted all his physical strength, until she walked out of the laundry, his hurricane heartbeat didn't mean to drop. , and even his legs trembled.
After a while, he saw his own image in the mirror at the door - he had good features and a tall stature, but his "right" was not beautiful, and he had no features, and he was instantly forgotten. "Tall" is not "Qiyu Xuanang" or "Kong Wuliang", I don't know why, he is obviously not a fat man, but he looks a little stupid. The head curtain covered his eyes, and he had just washed it in the morning, but he was already dizzy with oil again, and the whole person's temperament was tense and shrinking, as if he was always ready to bow to someone.
"Ugly man," he thought.
As if unable to bear his own image, he looked away.
People come and go at the door of the laundromat. Every day he sees other people chatting and laughing, he feels puzzled. He suspects that these people have a script in private, and everything they say is written and memorized in advance. Woolen cloth
Every time he was forced to talk to someone, he had to "go for it" like pinning his head to his belt.
Tone, intonation, where to put his hands, where to look with his eyes, and what to say, he had to rehearse in his mind several times, but the rehearsal didn't work either.
The more he speaks badly, the more he panics, the more he panics, the more he speaks badly, and people often don't have the patience to finish listening to his "squeaky" remarks, they will interrupt him, ignore him, perfunctory him... or simply turn away and walk away .
He is like an out of place monster. Every time he tries to reach out his tentacles to touch the world around him, he will receive an electric shock. Over time, "extending his tentacles" seems to be life-threatening.
There is a reception counter in the outer room of the laundry, and behind the counter is a laundry room, and there is a small utility room next to it, where cleaning tools, hangers and plastic bags are piled up, and these sundries are piled there. In the gap, there was also a narrow camp bed, which was his nest.
There is a very old laptop and a figure of "Ayanori" in the nest - just one, and it is not a limited edition. It is too extravagant for those great gods on the Internet to collect in a display cabinet. The figure is extravagant, the cabinet is extravagant, and the space for the cupboard is even more extravagant.
Although she is not very precious, she has been with him all the time. She is like a close friend. He knows her story through animation, and she is also accompanied day after day, and she understands what he is thinking, and there is no need to repeat it.
"Yan Hao! Yan Hao!" The laundry shop owner came back, calling him loudly, "Where did you go?"
The clerk shivered, carefully put Ayanami Rei away, turned around and walked out.
"Hey, I'm scared to death, you kid, you can't walk without making a sound?" The owner of the laundry patted his chest and threw him a small notebook, "The clothes from No. 115 to No. 121 are ready, call and urge them to come. Pick."
Yan Hao's scalp felt numb when he heard the three words "call". So he bowed his head and took the small book, and he cheated on his own accord - compiled the notice into a text message and sent it to the group according to the phone number book.
When the boss saw it, he sighed and said, "Oh, what's wrong with asking you to make a phone call? There are so many advertisements now, and many people don't read text messages at all. Xiao Yan, you can't be so introverted, you Look at you, if you have nothing to do, just play with the computer, play with the plastic villains, and watch cartoons when you are old! After a long time, you will not be mentally normal! People have to communicate with others, and they have to go out to make friends. , you can't even find a partner, you will be abandoned by society!"
Yan Hao listened silently beside him. He couldn't kick a fart with three feet. When the boss saw his virtue, his hair fell out of worry.
"This time the martial arts conference is held again, you can't hold back, there are a lot of young people there, it's not bad to know a few more, do you hear? Your family handed you over to me, and I have to take responsibility. While scolding, the boss was angry at Yan Hao's shrinking head and head, so he sank into his dantian and shouted, "Stand up your waist! Your ancestors are heroes, not gophers who pierce holes. Who are you going to bow to!"
Yan Hao was terrified, his back suddenly straightened, he stood on a coffin board, and then leaned against the wall, slipping away in an unfortunate posture.
Xiang Xiaoman left Yan Hao's laundry, but did not go home as usual. Carrying a large plastic bag full of clothes, she walked for a while along the tree-lined road full of yellow leaves, and turned into a small alley. There was an Internet celebrity dessert shop at the entrance of the alley. She queued up all the year round, and Xiang Xiaoman hesitated to walk. In the past, he walked over and stood at the end of the line, but his eyes looked around anxiously, as if he was looking for something.
At this time, a middle-aged woman came to her, lined up behind Xiang Xiaoman, patted her elbow lightly, and asked, "This shop sells a bit expensive, is it delicious?"
Xiang Xiaoman shrank instinctively, but did not escape.
The middle-aged woman smiled kindly at her: "But really good things are worth the price, right?"
As she spoke, she swayed the back of her hand if intentionally or unintentionally, and quietly stuffed a paper bag into Xiang Xiaoman's hand.
Xiang Xiaoman seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and the rare blood on his face faded.
"November 11." The middle-aged woman withdrew her smile, the volume was almost whispering, she shook Xiang Xiaoman's hand fiercely, and then turned away.
Xiang Xiaoman was afraid that others would hear it, so he looked around in a panic. In front of her were a few middle school students who had left school early for some unknown reason. All of them had their headphones plugged in, and they were all intently lowering their heads and playing with their mobile phones. No one paid attention to her. She breathed a sigh of relief - also, who would put the scarce attention on her
No, in over thirty years, never.
Xiang Xiaoman hurriedly glanced at the thing the woman had put into her. It was an envelope. Inside the envelope was a paper package containing some medicinal powder. The envelope was printed in cursive script: "Why you? Why not someone else?"
Seeing the words, she pursed her white lips, walked out of the line, and stuffed the envelope into her coat pocket. At this time, she found something in her pocket, took it out and saw that it was a note .
On the note was a private phone number written in a delicate and somewhat childish font...
As well as a sentence "if you have any difficulties, you can find me at any time, and I will be there for you".
This was secretly stuffed by the policewoman who came to her house that day when she was leaving. Xiang Xiaoman paused for a moment, a look of emotion flashed on her face, but that moment of hesitation was fleeting, and her eyes quickly became numb and firm. She rolled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to it.
The paper ball was not thrown correctly, it hit the edge of the trash can and bounced out again, rolling into the middle of the path, Xiang Xiaoman didn't look back.
As soon as she left, Gan Qing leaned against the wall, turned out from behind the dirt wall of a small fork in the road, squinted and watched Xiang Xiaoman for a moment, she walked over and picked up the note, the warm and happy smile on her face disappeared , The thoughtful eyes are a little gloomy. A boy who had just finished shopping walked forward with his head down and accidentally bumped into her. Just as he was about to apologize, he tilted his head just to meet her eyes, shivered inexplicably, and hurried away.
However, when the person left, the smell of the meat floss cake in the boy's hand remained. Gan Qing came back to her senses, wrinkled her nose, and her gloomy eyes disappeared.
She put the note in her pocket and turned to the shop window to look at the price list of the product. The rich creamy scent kept coming out of the window, and she was not allowed to leave. Gan Qing squeezed the change in her pocket while watching. She felt that the thin and haggard RMB was accusing the owner of not cherishing herself with tears, and her conscience was a little troubled, so she turned her feet forward and head back, moving step by step to prepare to go When I went back, I planned to make a few more swindlers next month. After taking the commission, I must come over for a meal.
At this moment, when several middle school students approached, Gan Qing's eyes suddenly lit up: "Little Qiqi!"
The bad guy is coming!
Liu Zhongqi and his school held the autumn sports meeting, so they left school early. He had just finished the 3,000-meter run on behalf of the class. I don't know if he was tired or what. Anyway, his eyelids kept twitching, and he was startled by Gan Qing's throat.
"Come here." Gan Qing smiled unpredictably, and hooked his finger at him, "Young man, invite me to afternoon tea, and I will teach you a universal self-defense technique."
As soon as Liu Zhongqi heard it, he ran over.
Fifteen minutes later, in the sunny dessert shop, the deceived teenager once again ran out of anger: "Is this the universal self-defense technique you're talking about?!"
"This is the most effective self-defense technique in the world." Gan Qing took a bite of Xue Mei Niang, who had a thin skin and a big filling. The soft cream filling was wrapped with chocolate beans. It melted when you sip it, but the cream in the innermost still had a small ice ball, which just relieved the greasy taste of this sweet, and the aftertaste was long. Gan Qing felt that after eating this, it would not matter if the sky fell, so she was very patient. He explained to Liu Zhongqi, "The knowledge of escape is great. Not only do you have to be able to run and run fast, but you also have to be able to see all directions and listen to all directions. You have to use the terrain to get rid of each other, and you must not let others have the opportunity to go around. The road blocks you, you can't run in a straight line, or they can easily hit you when they throw something..."
Liu Zhongqi interrupted her angrily: "You liar!"
Last time, she used the alarm to trick him into buying a McDonald's, and the last time, she used her vile pussy feet to trick him into buying a two-hundred-and-fifty-dollar transit bracelet.
He didn't have a long memory, so he was fooled for the third time!
Faceless!
"I didn't lie to you. There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. No matter how powerful a master is, there will always be a day when they fail. No kung fu is 'all-round'." Mother's legacy, she stretched her small fork to a piece of mango mousse again, "If you want to be invincible, you have to do nothing—have you ever seen your brother fight someone? No! He knows all the complaints in the world. The phone, can be forced but never do it, this is the real master style."
Liu Zhongqi: "Bah!"
Gan Qing didn't think there was anything wrong with cheating with children: "Anyway, you don't have a girlfriend, and you have pocket money and nowhere to spend it. If you burn more money, why go to the back alley of the mud pond and be kidnapped? Do it? I'll help you reduce the risk a little bit, no thanks, it should be."
Liu Zhongqi gritted his teeth and said, "My girlfriend is gone, who is it because of?"
Gan Qing gave him a thumbs up: "It's entirely up to you!"
Liu Zhongqi got up in anger and left, even forgot to take his schoolbag. After running for more than 200 meters in one breath, he felt that something was missing from his shoulders, and ran back with smoke.
He rushed into the dessert shop like a small train, and saw Gan Qing leaning against the windowsill in the corner, a narrow beam of light passed through the glass, just passing her eyebrows.
She looked down at something, and there was a strange serenity and indifference in her body that time stood still. Liu Zhongqi suddenly remembered the Gan Qing who rescued him in the village in the city—whether she beat her, scolded her, or pushed her somersault, she didn't care. She didn't seem to care about the danger, and she didn't know the pain. Take care, one thing is right for everything. They are all staring blankly as if tired.
Liu Zhongqi was stunned for a moment, then followed her gaze...
"Who told you to mess with my homework! What are you looking at!" The fire that had just been extinguished began to burn again, Liu Zhongqi rushed up in a fit of rage, grabbed back the half-finished English paper he had just finished, "Return the schoolbag to me!"
"I was afraid that someone would take it away for you, so I kindly took it over for you to look at the bag. Your paper also fell out by yourself." Gan Qing threw the school bag to Liu Zhongqi, and took a sip of milk tea, "You have to study hard, Children, don’t think about flying over the eaves and walls all day long, there are 20 clozes in total, and you make 14 mistakes at one time, isn’t it terrifying to fail the exam than to be beaten?”
Liu Zhongqi's test paper was just issued, and he was going to hand it over to the teacher for judgment. The students didn't have the answer book. He sneered, grabbed the test paper and left, thinking, "Has this illiterate bastard graduated from junior high school? She understands the same."
The illiterate gangster Gan Qing ate an afternoon tea with satisfaction, and there was not a single cake left. Then she stood up and stretched, marking the "Double Eleven" day on the mobile phone calendar.
November 11th... Is there anything special about this day
"The time is... 'Double Eleven'?" Yu Yan looked bewildered, "Are you sure? Who decided the day for the brainless?"
"Me," Yu Lanchuan folded his arms on his chest and raised his eyebrows, "What's your opinion?"
Yu Yan said: "Singles' Day will hold a martial arts conference. Alliance leader, aren't you afraid of being alone for a lifetime?"
"What's wrong with a lifetime of loneliness? A lifetime of loneliness is good." Leader Yu said half-deadly, "The 11th is a Sunday, and I can spare half a day in the morning in the name of a physical examination. And this way, people from other places can stay on Saturday. Come here, go back to each home on Sunday afternoon, don't delay their work and school... It also saves the participation of the unemployed and retired people."
"Okay, looking at your mother-in-law's face, you should be looking for a part-time job of 8,000 yuan a month. It's hard to find a part-time job of more than 8,000 yuan." Yu Yan advised him, "The venue of your meeting is, uh... old age. activity Center?"
Yu Lanchuan was busy at first, and secondly, he had never done such a thing before, so this time, apart from the time he set for the "Wulin Conference", the location, the meeting agenda, etc., it was also handled by Uncle Yang and the others. , the propaganda poster is also a middle-aged and elderly style of "Cheers to Friendship".
As for the arrangement of the meeting, Yu Lanchuan felt hopeless when he thought about it.
"You better not make too much noise, Lord Lan, let me tell you, you didn't report this matter according to the law. If it gets too noisy, it will be troublesome if someone reports your illegal assembly." After turning over the agenda of the meeting, "the whole conference strictly prohibits martial arts, and takes peaceful exchanges as the highest purpose... oh, this is good... The first item, the entrance of the major sects, the speech of the leader, uh... It is a friendly exchange session. The second The item is... Free communication. For the convenience of communication, each school will be separated and seated separately. The seats are divided into three blocks. Those over 55 years old and the head of each school (only married heads) enter area A, and unmarried people fill in the information The table enters the B area, and the other guests enter the C area... Why are the seats still divided into married and unmarried?"
Yu Lanchuan reached out and covered his eyes.
Yu Yan was reading, and vaguely felt that something was wrong: "... After the free exchange session, the juniors in area B will go to area A one by one according to their seat order, and receive guidance from their elders in the examination and school. The fourth item, talent show and lunch... No, Lan Ye, wait!"
Yu Lanchuan stretched out his hand and grabbed the agenda of the martial arts conference, and interrupted him sternly: "After reading it, okay, then let's talk about this 'the descendant of Yan before the hall'."
"I haven't read it yet," Yu Yan said, "I will analyze the agenda of your meeting..."
Yu Lanchuan: "You don't need to analyze!"
Yu Yan grabbed at the same time as him: "So the process of your martial arts conference is to report to the family first, then the married people dodge, the unmarried men and women are speed-dating, then line up to meet the parents, and finally have a meal?"
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
Only he has a mouth!
Yu Yan: "Okay, Alliance Leader, talent!"
Yu Lanchuan squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "I said it, it wasn't arranged by me."
The lazy leader Yu has no common sense, so he dares to leave this kind of thing to Uncle Yang and the others. He underestimates the toxicity of the middle-aged and elderly groups in our country - they can turn all gatherings of all themes into blind date meetings. "
Officer Yu leaned on the desk and laughed like a dog.
Yu Lanchuan adjusted his glasses and said with a blank face, "I asked, it's been an old rule for many years not to use force, and Mr. Yang and the others are still there, as long as this unidentified descendant of Tang Qianyan still wants to hang around. , it should not appear during the meeting. I think he will come to me when I place an order. In this way, after the meeting, I will send all the guests away, and will find a chance to stay alone to restore the venue of the event center. Gauntlet, there is a high probability that it will appear at this time, when you wait for my signal outside, I will help you keep him."
Yu Yan asked, "Are you sure you can beat him?"
Yu Lanchuan replied inexplicably, "I don't know, I don't know this person."
Yu Yan asked worriedly, "What if you are not his opponent?"
"Then admit defeat," Yu Lanchuan said without hesitation. "If I get injured, let him pay for my medical expenses and lost work."
Yu Yan: "..."
In martial arts novels, the masters are often gambling with their lives, and lifelong dignity and success or failure are all in one fell swoop. According to incomplete statistics, those who lose in the competition will end up committing suicide, going mad, self-menopause, and self-defeating martial arts... The lightest The symptom is to abandon one's own weapons, and from then on, his reputation has been discredited, and he has disappeared from the rivers and lakes.
It is probably the only one in the past to think about lost wages before I hit it!
Officer Yu was shocked by the broad-mindedness of the new generation of martial arts leaders, and did not speak for a long time.
Yu Lanchuan: "Then it's settled, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."
"Hey, Lord Lan," Yu Yan grabbed him slyly and followed him out at a trot, "Don't worry, you haven't told me yet, as a single dog, you will be presiding over the 23rd session after the founding of New China. What do you think about the martial arts blind date meeting..."
Yu Lanchuan: "Go away!"
Yu Yan: "The host can take the death-free, no, marriage-free card? Are there any good-looking girls who can fight? Outsiders—such as me, can participate? Hey... You walk fast with your long legs? Bar!"
Yu Lanchuan was too lazy to talk to him, and raised his hand to stop the taxi.
"Don't be serious, Lord Lan," Yu Yan said behind him, "You won't work overtime, will you?"
Yu Lanchuan: "I don't like you even if I bend it into a spoon, don't worry."
Yu Yan smiled and said with a smile: "I remember that you were very boring when you were young. In junior high school, the girl in the next class handed over love letters, and they threw them away without looking at them. Secretly draw little girls."
Yu Lanchuan: "I drew your mother."
Yu Yan: "I know you don't admit it! I have evidence! The same person, different poses, a sketchbook full of drawings, there are hundreds of them, I took pictures..."
Yu Lanchuan slammed the taxi door into his face, leaving behind a trail of exhaust that disappeared.
As soon as he got downstairs, his phone vibrated frantically. Yu Yan's cheap servant sent a series of photos over, and the photos were watermarked. The name was: Black History Archives of the Wulin Alliance Leader.
Yu Lanchuan was just about to start cursing, but was suddenly stunned.
He did have such a sketchbook, but after so many years of studying abroad and working, moving house has become commonplace, and all the things he had in his childhood have long been lost. At this time, he was caught off guard and saw the old traces from more than ten years ago. , the vague memory suddenly became clear.
The pixels of the picture are not high, it seems that the green brushstrokes have been filtered, there are pencil sketches, as well as ballpoint pen and water pen. The outline of the girl's bones is harsh, and the painting skills are not very good, but the frown and smile are very vivid. , she looked through the paper, the corners of her eyes curved into a special arc.
Yu Lanchuan's footsteps stopped abruptly, and when he raised his head, he happened to arrive at the door of his house. He turned his head to look at the next door with an unbelievable look, and was stunned for a while, and suddenly he was about to knock on the door as if a demon was blocked.
At this moment, the elevator rang, and a slightly sweet perfume tail swept over. The person yawned and asked lazily, "Xiao Chuan, what's the matter?"
It was Zhang Meizhen who had just returned from outside. Yu Lanchuan came back to his senses and coughed dryly, "I... I'm looking for Gan Qing, and I have something to ask her."
"Oh, are you in a hurry?" Zhang Meizhen wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingertips. "If you're not in a hurry, let's talk about it tomorrow. That little nun went to bed early and was chanting in her dreams. Or should I bring you something? "
Yu Lanchuan shook his head randomly, silently gave way to the old lady, and stood in the corridor for a while before returning home with his thoughts.
However, for two or three days in a row, he never saw Gan Qing.
When he woke up every morning, Gan Qing had gone to eat breakfast at no time. It seemed like a meal was never finished, and he never came back. He had to go to work on time, and he couldn't wait too long. In the evening, Yu Lanchuan came back from get off work. She was not at home when she returned early, and the lights next door went out when she returned late.
I don't know if it was Yu Lanchuan's delusion, but he felt that Gan Qing's work and rest was unusually irregular these days, as if she was outside all day long, it was extremely difficult to catch her once.
Time flew by in his busyness and restlessness, and November 11th came in a blink of an eye.
This is Yan Ning's first meeting after the passing of old man Yu Huaide... No, the martial arts conference.
For the ordinary people in Courtyard 110, it was a peaceful weekend. It was rare for everyone to sleep in late. Before nine o'clock in the morning, there were not many people in the courtyard.
No one found out that on this day, the old people who were headed by Uncle Yang and who often walked downstairs with red sleeves were gone, and several residents in the building also left their homes early. The laundromat was not open for business, the leather goods repair shop was closed to thank customers, and the pancake stalls in Lunan Lubei were absent from work, just as they had negotiated. The beggars and homeless people within a two-kilometer radius also did not appear invariably.
This unremarkable old building usually seems to be covered with an invisible protective film, but this day, this protective film briefly disappeared.
The bilingual kindergarten in Ximenkou cooperates with Yanning TV station. This year’s New Year’s Day party has a group program for children. Kindergarten teachers and parents attach great importance to it. Children participating in the performance need to rehearse on weekends. Nie Ke sends the children to kindergarten early in the morning. .
Xiang Xiaoman never cared about picking up the children, even though the kindergarten was right at the west gate of the small courtyard, as close as a neighbor.
The layout of the living room in the old house is unreasonable, and the lighting is always not good. Even in the daytime, there are some dark corners in the house. Xiang Xiaoman sat in the shadow of the sofa, like a wooden sculpture, staring blankly at his hand.
Those people said to her: "Your destiny, all the pain you have suffered, is essentially your own making, otherwise why you? Why not someone else?"
"You must be at fault. If you want to get out of the sea of misery, you have to completely break with this shrinking self."
Look at the way you are now, don't you hate yourself
You are going to kill that cowardly, contemptible self.
Xiang Xiaoman timidly turned his head and glanced at the mirror, the woman in the mirror had drooping cheeks, her face was sallow, bloodless, her messy hair covered half of her face, and her eyes were evading from the crevices of the dry hair.
This... is this me
A suppressed howl came out of her throat, and she hugged her head tremblingly.
Why you, why not someone else
"It's useless to ask for help, and even more useless to call the police. No one can truly understand you, and no one will help you. Have you heard the story of Mrs. Xianglin?"
"Who in this world is not an island?"
"You only have one chance today, don't worry, we will help you deal with technical matters."
"You just… "
At this moment, the sound of a key came from the door, and Nie Ke came back!
Xiang Xiaoman's mind went blank, and when she came to her senses, she had already poured the medicinal powder in the envelope into Nie Ke's thermos cup!
The door lock turned twice, Nie Ke opened the door, Xiang Xiaoman subconsciously squeezed the paper bag in his hand, stood up abruptly, and stared stiffly at Nie Ke who entered the door.
Nie Ke didn't care, as if he had already gotten used to her strange behaviors, he didn't even look at her, he changed his clothes and shoes in one go, and then went into the room and picked up his thermos—
Xiang Xiaoman's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
However, Nie Ke brought the cup to his mouth and suddenly stopped, "Oh, that's right."
He found it! Have you put too much powder
Xiang Xiaoman's face was pale, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms.
Nie Ke asked strangely, "What happened to you?"
Xiang Xiaoman's limbs began to go numb with tension.
Nie Ke couldn't wait for her answer, so he frowned and said to himself: "The doctor in the past was not very good, and I think the effect was average. Recently, I asked a friend to contact a new doctor, and I will take you to see you in the afternoon and make an appointment. It's two o'clock, you change your clothes."
Xiang Xiaoman felt that his lips were rusted, and he couldn't say a word.
Nie Ke sang a one-man show, and finally showed a little impatient indifference on his gentle and elegant face, frowned and blew, and drank a few sips of water from the thermos.
"It seems to be overnight water." He muttered, planning to go to the kitchen to drain the water, "a strange smell."
In the kitchen, there was the sound of water washing the cup, and then the thermos cup fell into the sink with a "choking" sound, followed by the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Nie Ke helped a sink in vain, brought down his broom, and slid down the cupboard unconsciously.
Xiang Xiaoman's heartbeat was about to explode, she tiptoed to the kitchen door, looked at Nie Ke who was lying on the ground, and held on to the door frame with difficulty to stabilize herself.
The first step, if there are latex paint or wallpaper that is inconvenient to clean up, be sure to lay a plastic bag. Kitchens and bathrooms are ideal places where tiles are easier to clean.
The second step, put on your raincoat.
Xiang Xiaoman stumbled and pulled out a raincoat he had prepared earlier, and squeezed the small blade tightly in his hand.
Step 3... Open the door, the person who came to help you is here.
At this moment, the door of his house was knocked gently a few times. Xiang Xiaoman took a few breaths and opened the door. Two people came in from outside, all wearing hats, masks and gloves, wrapped in Strictly, with only a pair of dark eyes on his face.
The person who came in later closed the door silently, glanced into the empty corridor through the cat's eye, and nodded to each other with his companions, while the other person walked into the room and walked around, holding on to Xiang Xiang. Xiaoman's shoulders.
"Shh—" he said in Xiaoman's ear, "don't be afraid. The human body is strong and fragile. If you find the right place, a child can easily die. If you can't find the right place, you will lose hundreds of pounds. Even if a strong man wields an axe, he may not be able to cut off a person's head smoothly. Cooking a ox is a stunt, and I will teach you."
The man walked over, leaned over and looked at the unconscious Nie Ke for a moment, then sneered, tied him up, and stuffed something in his mouth. Then, with a "click" in his hand, Xiang Xiaoman shook violently, only to see that he took out a red ballpoint pen from nowhere, pressed the tip, lifted Nie Ke's chin, and drew a line on his neck. red line.
"Cut along the dotted line, will you?" Another person held Xiang Xiaoman's shaking hand, "Take your time, the knife is quick, don't cut your hand. Go ahead."
Xiang Xiaoman slowly walked towards the unconscious man, and the two people who had wrapped themselves tightly backed away slowly, leaving the space for her. She desperately grabbed her right hand, and instead of looking at Nie Ke's face, she focused on the red line.
It's simple and doesn't require much effort.
The cold blade fell on the man's neck... no, that red line.
"Press it, Xiaoman."
Xiang Xiaoman's fingers trembled more and more, she opened her mouth wide, as if letting out a silent roar, her fingers slammed down, blood came out, and the pain woke Nie Ke, and he opened his eyes in a daze. —
At this moment, the door of 804 was suddenly knocked vigorously from the outside.
"Anyone?" the man said loudly. "Open the door, police!"
Xiang Xiaoman sat down on the ground, Nie Ke seemed to feel something, with a blade in his neck, struggling violently, the two people in the room looked at each other and swept to the balcony window at the same time!
"Police! Open the door!"
Two people with their faces covered jumped out from both sides of the balcony, and even climbed outside the building with their bare hands.
At this time, a window on the tenth floor opened, and something came over with a strong wind—