I don't know what she's going to do when she crawls over, but it's certainly not good. I couldn't move www.biquge.info I had to struggle desperately.

By pure accident, I noticed a bulge in the chair next to my right hand. I felt it and it seemed like a nail. I tried hard, and I was able to stick the rope on my wrist.

I was overjoyed, and then I saw that the fat girl climbed as fast as a turtle. I decided to take a gamble.

I was playing tricks and saying as much as I could about how good this fat girl was, while I quickly rubbed my wrist at the nail. The problem is that I can't see for sure, especially if I look back, my eyes can't get my eyes on that place. Several times I rubbed and rubbed on it, and my wrist hurt.

Not optimistically, my wrist must be bald, and it is very likely that it is bleeding.

The fat girl stopped at what I said, and laughed a few times like a madman, but I don't know what she thought, a trace of hideousness appeared on her face, and she continued to get up.

I had no choice but to hurry up and rub the rope harder. But the chair I'm sitting on doesn't give up. As I rubbed, it creaked, and this time suddenly, I heard a click.

The chair actually broke a leg. I watched as I tilted to one side and fell to the ground with my chair.

If I hadn't closed my mouth in time, I'd probably have had to take a bite of dirt. When the fat girl saw me like this, she snorted and seemed to laugh at me again.

I was so broken by her that I even got angry all of a sudden, and scolded back, "Look at your grandma, stinky!" ”

The fat girl's face tensed, and she sped up her crawling speed. I really didn't expect her to rush and climb so fast.

This time she stopped crawling with a turtle, swished, and in a few clicks came to me. I screamed in fright.

I was closest to her legs, and she reached out with a fat hand and grabbed me by the ankle.

She squeezed my ankle so hard that she wouldn't let go. This hurts me a lot, especially since I have a tracker here, and I haven't been comfortable. I feel like I've been stabbed in my ankle by countless tacks. I couldn't help but snort a few times. The fat girl was very satisfied with what she had done, and continued to increase her strength with a hideous face.

I suspect that she is naked jealousy, first, because I am "favored", and second, because her legs are useless, but I still have a pair of healthy legs. I was so sad in my heart that I couldn't think of any way to escape the clutches of the fat girl.

But the fat girl was not always in such a good state, and suddenly, her eyes widened suddenly, and her upper body was lifted up.

She's so big, and that makes me feel excited, but it's a flashback. Then she collapsed, her eyes wide open, and she fell to the ground.

Her hand didn't let go of my ankle when she was dying.

I was scared, but I didn't have to worry too much about my ankle injury. I took a few breaths and muttered, "Lao Tzu is so lucky!" ”

Soon there were a few more gunshots outside, which made me tighten the strings that had been loose again.

I hurried to work and continued to sharpen the rope on my wrist. I didn't count how long it took me, but the rope at my wrist was stunned anyway, and it was the rhythm that was going to break.

I was tired, but I kept cheering myself up. Who knew that suddenly, someone kicked the door of the house. When I looked up, it was a fugitive.

At this time, he did not carry the insect jar with him, but instead he had a rope hanging around his neck, and two human heads were strung at each end of the rope.

There were four heads in all, and they were all on his chest. And this head is also freshly baked, and blood is dripping from the fracture.

I was so made that my heart almost stopped, and I even looked at the fugitive in a daze.

The fugitives are looking at me, too. He came over with a frown again, and when he crouched down, he saw my wrist.

He asked, "What's the matter?" Want to escape? Damn, I'm most annoyed by people like you. ”

I realized it wasn't good, especially as he touched his waist and pulled out the bloody knife. My heart says this is the rhythm to stomp my head?

I had a brain teaser and came up with an excuse on the fly. I stared at the fat girl's corpse and said that I didn't want to escape, but that this girl had to crawl over, and the posture would be unfavorable to me, so I broke free.

The fat girl's corpse was placed right in front of her, which undoubtedly increased the persuasiveness of the words.

The fugitive turned his anger on the fat girl's corpse and muttered, "This stinky is useless because she has not done enough to fail." ”

He stood up and kicked the fat girl in the belly. I heard a thud, as if someone was beating a drum, and the fat girl was kicked back half a meter.

I can't just lie like this all the time and let the fugitives untie me, even if I change places and then tie me up.

The fugitive's hand is raised. He really has a hand at playing with knives. As soon as the rope loosened from my body, I was free again. I quickly got up and moved my body, and I stared at the four heads hanging from the fugitive's chest.

Originally, there was no name written on this person's head, and I didn't know who they were, but in connection with the gunfire just now, I asked rhetorically, "Won't they all be strips?" ”

The fugitive smirked, nodded and said, "It's just a dead strip." I like to eat human head meat the most, and I cut them all off by the way. ”

I felt like I had a brief tinnitus and I don't know if I was scared.

The four heads were quite heavy, and the fugitive, perhaps feeling tired, took off the heads and hung them around my neck, saying, "I am very good to you, you can only take care of the heads for a while, and you don't have to worry about anything else." ”

I feed a few times to protest, but what's the use of protesting? I watched them being hung up, and my neck was crushed for a moment. In addition, the blood that flowed from the broken four heads also soaked my shirt.

I couldn't help but tremble, this is by no means cowardly, think about it, this fucking is a freshly baked head, and if you are a coward, you will probably be scared to pee.

The fugitive ignored me, but leaned to the door and looked out. I softened for a while, then I suppressed the discomfort in my heart, moved my steps, and walked to the door.

The fugitive waved his hand and told me not to pass. I thought to myself, didn't he want to get out of here? And if he kills the policeman and doesn't leave, what is he crazy about?

I didn't ask that. Not long after, I heard a whining sound.

It was very light, and it seemed that something was flying in the air at high speed, and it was this fast flight that made it rub against the air to make this strange noise.

I'm stupid and don't do anything. The fugitive's face changed, and he turned around and ran towards me. He must have been in a hurry, forgetting that I didn't understand his native language. He grunted.

Then he lunged again, and he threw me to the ground with him. He's okay to say, at least with his hands. I was miserable, I fell so suddenly, especially with four meat balls hanging on my chest.

The moment I landed, I was hit by someone's head, and I grinned in pain. At the same time, there was a loud noise from the roof, and countless pieces of earth and broken tiles fell.

I hurriedly hugged my head, but luckily the dirt and tiles were far away from us, but they didn't hit us. When I looked up again, good fellow, there was a big hole in the roof, and I could see the moon in the night sky through it.

The fugitive quickly got up and sneered, saying that the dead strip had come in a second wave, and that he was also carrying mortars.

I've never seen this kind of weapon in real life, but I know that this kind of shell hits, and it explodes piece by piece. I said to myself that the police would do this again. Shall I not die with the fugitives?

I was not reconciled, and I was thinking about how to evacuate safely. At this point, the fugitive ran to the corner where the debris was piled up. He rummaged for a moment and found a small plastic bucket.

He unscrewed the lid and poured some of the gasoline on the fat girl's corpse, and then began to pour the wall again.

I could see that he wanted to burn it down. I had to admit in my heart that it was a good idea that once the house was on fire, the police would focus all their attention on the house. He sneaked out with me, and it was easy to avoid the roundup.

But I still thought a little bit wrong, and after the fugitive lit the gasoline, he didn't mean to leave at all.

I was so sick from the fire that I couldn't help but ask. The fugitive motioned for me to follow him to the corner where the debris was piled up.

He gestured a few times to the ground. A few floor tiles that didn't seem to be weird suddenly cracked. There is even a secret door here.

The fugitive was so strong that he opened the secret door and urged me to jump first.

I took advantage of the air to stare down and look, black rumbling, how deep does the hell know? I waved my hand at him, which means you come first.

The fugitive didn't have time to say anything more to me, and urged, "Don't mother-in-law, mother-in-law." Then he pushed me hard.

I screamed, and the whole person fell. At this moment, I also made the most pessimistic preparations, I couldn't get it and I would be broken to pieces.

But after falling two or three meters, I stepped on the ground, and then I was affected by the force of the fall, and I poofed, half kneeling and half sitting on the ground.

I didn't care about how embarrassed it was, but I was pleasantly surprised. And just looking down from above, it was very dark, and now that I was in it, the fire from above flickered, making it just a little dim.

I found that this was also the entrance to a cave, and on the wall of the cave not far from me, there was a man leaning against it.

I knew him, I knew him well, he was bearded. At the moment, he was tied and couldn't move, and he still had a seal on his mouth.

He was already awake. When he saw me, on the one hand, he was frightened by the human head hanging around my neck, and on the other hand, he whined hard, signaling me to save him.

I don't know how long he's been in this hole, and I want to release him immediately, but another shadow has fallen.

The fugitive was much stronger than me, and he stood next to me very easily, staring at his beard breathlessly and saying, "I wanted to use him as a ration, but ......"

Before he could finish speaking, I interjected and begged him to let go of his beard, and I used the police to scare him, saying that if he didn't leave, the police mortar came again.

Fugitives are very afraid of mortars. I said that he was moved, and walked over quickly, and with another swing of his knife, he cut the rope on his beard.

The beard then tore the seal on his mouth again, but the seal had been on it for too long, and he had just torn it open, and he let out a wow of pain.

The fugitive's attitude towards me is completely different from that towards the beard. He pointed a knife at his beard and told him not to speak, or he would be killed immediately.

I also hurriedly said good things, which meant that the beard was definitely very cooperative and did not make trouble. Hu Zi also knew the strength of the fugitive, and while he dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, he just narrowed his eyes in anger.

This was caught by the fugitive, who suddenly smiled and said you can do it. Then he pointed at me again and gave an order that left me and the beard stunned.