What are you doing?"

Sister Ling's vigilant voice sounded again.

It's just that this time it was a girl who spoke, and her voice was very crisp: "Hello, we're looking for Yang Qiulu, is she at home now?"

"Not here!"

Sister Ling's answer was a few days of habitual words, because they couldn't be allowed to come in and find Yang Qiulu, there were still people here who were reporters who fished in troubled waters, and those things that reporters didn't verify with facts were published in the newspaper, which was the biggest blow to Yang Qiulu.

"We know that Yang Qiulu is here. ”

The crisp female voice was not discouraged: "Don't worry, we are not here to trouble Yang Qiulu, we know the truth, and we are here to help her." ”

Sister Ling: "We don't have a name Yang Qiulu here." ”

It is possible that the reporters who said these things were reporters fishing in troubled waters or some people who were doing live broadcasts, and deliberately used some confusing words to let them in, and it was very miserable.

Sister Ling was wearing an old dress, her face was a little bland, mainly because she was very thin and thin, she looked like she was malnourished, and she was full of momentum.

At this moment, he was smoking a cigarette and looking at the two girls in front of him with white eyes.

One has a light temperament as if she wants to become an immortal, but she just looks around lightly and doesn't speak, and the other looks okay, looking at the sunny temperament, and she is the one who speaks.

Meng Chengyu glanced at Qiao Jin, obviously Sister Ling didn't say anything, which made her a little embarrassed.

They were too embarrassed to go in.

Qiao Jin glanced at it, and his eyes penetrated through Sister Ling's body to the back of the door, "She's inside." ”

The house where Yang Qiulu lives is Sister Ling's, her house layout is an outer corridor, and the room is open next to it, she lives in the innermost room, and she must go through Sister Ling to enter.

So Sister Ling is here to help her stop people.

Qiao Jin glanced at it, and his eyes suddenly froze: "If you don't let us in again, she will commit suicide." ”

This made Sister Ling's wrist shake, "What did you say?"

Some of the soot was shaken off, and she subconsciously turned to look at the closed door.

Somehow, a sense of foreboding also rose.

Just looked at Qiao Jin and Meng Chengyu, still a little vigilant: "You are not allowed to come in!"

There are still things to sell in this house, so the door can't be closed, Sister Ling walked in first and knocked on Yang Qiulu's door.

Yang Qiulu didn't open it, Sister Ling felt that something was wrong, so she hurriedly found the key and hurriedly opened the door.

As a result, I almost screamed in my soul: "What are you doing with you dead girl?!"

She flew over, not caring about Qiao Jin and Meng Chengyu being outside for a while.

When they heard the voice, they naturally broke in directly.

When I went in, I saw Sister Ling holding Yang Qiulu, Yang Qiulu actually tied the rope to the lamp above her head in the room, not to mention that the lamp didn't fall, but Yang Qiulu actually wanted to hang herself.

But she hadn't actually put her neck in it yet, and she didn't have that much courage.

Now that Sister Ling was pushed down from the stool, she immediately cried: "Sister Ling, I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I really...... I'm sorry!"

Her cheeks were yellow, and her years of hard work made her look less like a twenty-five-year-old girl, but like a thirty-year-old, and her whole body was full of haggardness, her eyes were seriously sunken, and the dark circles under her eyes were even more obvious.

It was Meng Chengyu who looked at it, and his heart shrank.

However, it began to beat violently again.