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At this moment in the scorching summer, even if the sun hangs overhead, the tourists and others outside the shooting gallery only feel a trace of bone-chilling, even if they are covered with sweat and embarrassed, no one has the heart to care about their appearance.

Although some people persuaded them to leave the shooting gallery, most of them, where they had the heart to leave, were on the periphery of the shooting gallery, watching everything that happened inside the door of the shooting gallery not far away.

Under the clear skylight, the passage of the shooting gallery not far away was empty.

The only girl who was walking, being pointed at the back by a gun behind her, passed through a spacious and unobstructed field.

The bright light clearly illuminates the appearance of the kidnapped girl.

The frightened and frightened girl, the pink chiffon shirt on her upper body was already crumpled and glued to her body, the beautiful ponytail was already messy, and there were strands of long hair, sweat sticking to her cheeks.

However, even so, the girl with a straight posture does not look so embarrassed, but has a sense of beauty like rain hitting plantains.

From a distance, the girl's skin is white and shiny, and it seems to have a kind of transparent fragility, after being dyed by the blush on her face, the girl reveals a stunning beauty, this kind of beauty, even if it is separated from a distance, it can't be seen really, and therefore, it is more and more with a hazy beauty.

What's more, the girl's pink red lips have been half-dried into dark red bloodstains, which makes the girl's beauty more thrilling.

This made the onlookers even more choked.

Unexpectedly, this girl with outstanding shooting talent still has such an amazing appearance, thinking of such a girl, it is likely that she will wither before she blooms, and everyone can't help but feel more and more heartache.

Could it be that God can't see that such a perfect girl exists in this world?

Thinking of such a talented beautiful girl, who may have fallen in front of everyone's eyes like this, how can people not regret it, and how can they not hate the killer.

Han Yan, who was not far away, was even more heartbroken.

At this time, he realized that the little girl was not only his laughter and joy, but also his light.

He didn't know when Qi Mei became so important to him.

Perhaps, this is from when he was very young, followed his grandparents to Huayun City, away from his father who didn't care about him.

Alone, his heart was cold, and he met the younger Qi Mei at that time.

Little Qi Mei, seeing that he was hit and injured in the arm, tried to twist his face and hold back his tears.

Then, little Qi Mei, silently, took a five-cent lollipop in her hand, looked at it again and again, gritted her teeth, and handed it to him.

Maybe it was in the little Qi Mei, when she was ridiculed that she was a little cub in a single-parent family, but she worked hard to face him who was becoming more and more indifferent because she didn't have her parents by her side, and when she smiled slightly, it was clear that there was still a bag of tears in her eyes at that time.

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Clenched his fists, Han Yan's way of changing the hostages just now was unsuccessful, he could only think of another idea.

Glancing at Liu Weihong, Han Yan pleaded, "Grandpa Liu, please save Xiaomei." At this moment, how he hated that the power he had was not strong enough.

Just being held hostage once is already so terrifying, so once the special medicine on Qi Mei's body is known, Han Yan really doesn't dare to think about it.

Han Yan stared at Qi Mei while trying to think of a way.

Hearing this, Liu Weihong nodded slightly, "Okay!"

It's just that the killer in front of him has no flaws, which makes Liu Weihong feel very stressed.

This killer doesn't know where it came from, but he has offended a lot of people, so he can only investigate it slowly, but the hateful thing is Qi Mei, but he suffered from his pond fish.

Liu Weihong couldn't help but look at Qi Mei again, seeing the little girl, becoming more and more calm, and couldn't help but appreciate it more and more, and regret it more and more.

Such a good seedling, such an ability to resist pressure, if you can enter the army, I don't know how good it will be.

While thinking, his gaze swept slightly across the air, only hoping that the army's helicopter could come over in time, hoping to save Qi Mei.

I just hope that Qi Mei's luck is good enough.

Otherwise, it would be too difficult to save Qi Mei just by relying on the few people he brought.

The killer smiled lightly at Qi Mei and said, "Don't you think it's fun? It's exciting, right? Think about it, the gun is behind you, or," his gaze swept over Qi Mei's fair forehead, "Or the gun is on the top of your head, opening a hole, and the way blood is splattering, isn't it wonderful?"

Qi Mei was covered in a spirit, and her hairs stood up.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would have screamed angrily, what a madman!

However, the killer didn't expect Qi Mei to answer, he was very happy to entertain himself, as if the scene in front of him was not dangerous to him, but as easy as an outing.

Of course, Qi Mei can know through the sense of crisis that is shrouded in her whole body that this killer is distracted by watching and chatting, and actually listens to all directions and sees six ways.

On the other side, Liu Weihong, Han Yan and the others were slowly retreating step by step, so as not to anger the killer.

So far, Liu Weihong has not found the weakness of the other party, but it is difficult to start for a while.

And waiting for the killer to leave the gate of the shooting gallery and enter the mountain is actually the critical point where Qi Mei is facing the most dangerous moment.

At the same time, it is also the tipping point of the killer's relaxation.

The killer who hasn't gone out yet is loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

The killer who goes out of the house may really relax.

It's just that this degree is not easy to grasp, this kind of old and spicy killer must be able to control his emotions well.

Han Yan's eyes quietly glanced at both sides, and there were several Liu Weihong's bodyguards, who quietly touched over and hid behind obstacles, trying to avoid the killer's attention and find the right opportunity to attack.

It's just that there are too few people brought by Liu Weihong, so a few sporadic people want to form an effective encirclement, which is simply a fool's dream.

Liu Weihong gently patted Han Yan's arm again and comforted him, but his brows were tightly clamped.

At present, the killer looks flawless, and even with him, he is not sure that he will be able to save Qi Mei, thinking of this consequence, Liu Weihong's heart is also very uncomfortable.

I only hope that I can seize the last chance, and I also hope that the killer can have a momentary negligence.

It's just that, looking at the black gun that occasionally shows traces behind Qi Mei, Liu Weihong calmly continued to lead everyone back slowly.

All the people who watched the scene held their breath and didn't dare to make a move, for fear that if the killer misfired and killed Qi Mei's life.

And this tense atmosphere reached its peak with Qi Mei and the killer finally stepping out of the door of the shooting hall together.

Everything seems to be on the verge of triggering.