"Morica, do you want me to send you back?" Tang Shanshan looked at her as if she had come by taxi, Morica said that she was an orphan, and the money she earned was used to give to the children of the deaf and dumb academy, and now Morica is thrifty.

"No, I'll just take a taxi back. Morika rejected her suggestion to send her home, her house was still rented, and she didn't want Tang Shanshan to know.

"Okay, then you be careful, bye!!" Tang Shanshan didn't insist, sent her into a taxi, and went back.

"Master, trouble to the Lishan community. ”

"Okay. "The taxi drove away from Banquet Hill.

Morica leaned back against her back cushion and rubbed her aching forehead. Today, I wanted to suppress Xue Lingling and let her know what the gap is. As a result, because of the appearance of that man, she was absent-minded all night, and she didn't have the heart to mock Xue Lingling at all.

Xue Lingling had Gu Yan and those three excellent men by her side, even if she wanted to, it was impossible. Even the two women beside her are not small characters, and Morica can't figure it out.

Why is Xue Lingling such an ordinary woman protected and liked by so many people, and she can easily get what she wants. And she. Everything today is based on her own lies and disguises, and the price she paid is known only to herself.

So she hated Xue Lingling, and she was even more jealous of everything she had gotten. and Gu Yan's gentleness, which is a life she has never had and has always dreamed of.

It was even more because of the sudden appearance of that man that she made up her mind that she must take everything Xue Lingling has now, she must not be able to live her previous life again, she must not!

"Thank you for taking this bus, and I wish you a happy life!" the taxi driver collected the money and went back in the direction he was travelling to.

Morica shook her aching ankle, which was taller and thinner than the others. I was also relatively tired from dressing, so I relieved myself and went up to the floor where I was.

This is an old-fashioned community, the decoration has been a little decorated, and the location is a little remote. Most of the people who live here are old residents who have lived here for decades, and there are many young people who choose to live here because of the cheap rent, and Morica is one of them, and most of her salary is used to dress up and socialize, and the remaining money is enough to pay the rent here.

It was because she lived in such a place that she never told anyone where she lived, let alone come to her house to play. She lives on the sixth floor, where there is no elevator, and she can only climb the stairs one by one.

The rent here is cheap, and the people who live here are a mix of people of all kinds. Drunkards, who fall asleep in the hallway holding a bottle, can often be seen as Morica crosses a drunkard who is sleeping soundly.

"Drink again, drink again!" the drunkard suddenly woke up and grabbed her by the neck. Morica shook off the dirty hand in disgust, not once or twice.

"Get out of here, don't touch me!"

Morica kicked him again and went upstairs in frustration. However, what she didn't see was that just after she left, a black hand quietly twisted the neck of the drunk man who had just been kicked by Morica, and the big man didn't even shout.

Unaware of what was happening downstairs, Morica had just walked to the floor where she was sitting in her room, and just as she took out the key and was about to open the door, she felt a biting chill welling up her back, as if someone was staring at her. Morica jerked her head back and saw nothing.

This feeling repeated several times, and Morica did not notice that anyone was following her. Maybe I drank too much and my nerves were a little nervous. Morica opened the door, threw her bag down the small couch, and turned to close the door.

At the moment when the door was about to close, she was stopped by a hand, and Morika's heart suddenly tightened, and she desperately wanted to close the door. The strength is not as great as the other party, but the other party pushed the door open, and the owner of the hand gradually showed plastic surgery under the light.

"Little fox. ”

The door that Morica wanted to close was finally closed, and people entered. Like in the toilet of the cottage, Morica once again sat down in horror, moving back little by little until she was forced to the small couch.

After glancing around, the house was small, everything was in full view, and there was mockery between the eyebrows, "You left me and just wanted to live like this?"

No, no, Morica didn't dare to speak.

Under Morica's terrified gaze, she crouched down, "Have you had enough of walking for so long, it's time to come back to me." ”

No, don't!!! She finally escaped from that demon cave, escaped from the hands of this demon, she didn't want to go back, she didn't want to go back!!

She couldn't help resisting, tore her expensive dress with her big hands, carried the whole person into the small room, and closed the door with the light.

Little fox, you will never be able to run out of my palm, and even if I don't want you, you can only destroy it in my hands.

A major incident happened in Building 3 of Lishan Community, and the drunkard who was addicted to alcohol died in the corridor last night. The eyes were wide open, and he was strangled alive. The palm of his right hand was cut off, and the blood flowed all over the ground.

Since this is an old-fashioned community, nothing major has happened for decades, there is no monitoring in the corridor, it is late at night, and there is no property to guard the door. This incident has made it more difficult for the police to handle the case, there is neither monitoring nor eyewitnesses, and now there is nothing at all except a few wine bottles.

I can only ask room by room in this building to see what the results are. After a morning of inquiry, it was now the sixth floor, and there was a knock on the door.

The door opened, and the woman in her long nightgown opened it, and it was only a third of the way. "What's the matter with you. "The voice is a little hoarse.

"There was a murder in the corridor last night, I don't know if you heard anything, miss. The police felt that the woman's voice was a little low, hoarse, and her face was haggard, and he was a little suspicious.

"I don't know. ”

"Miss, what were you there last night, what did you do, who were you with?" the policeman watched the woman's expression to see if there was anything wrong.

"What I did, who I was with, does it have anything to do with you!"

"Wife, what's wrong, who is it? "Is the man ** wearing his upper body, leaning his head on the woman's body, looking dissatisfied.

The two policemen were married, and at a glance they could see the young man's desires, and knew that this woman's emaciation had come from this. The two of them are still young men and women, and they are still newly married, as the so-called dry firewood is blazing, understand and understand, and the police don't ask much, so they knock on the door of the next house.

The door to 605 was closed again.