Anger and hatred are anger, or it is important to run for your life first. I gritted my teeth www.biquge.info pen "Fun" and ran back to the mall, looking for something that could be tied into a knot. Heaven did not fulfill people's wishes, and almost everything that could be burned at this time had been burned. The models stood in the middle of the fire, like fearless corpses that had lost their souls, and looked particularly terrifying.

I turned around to look elsewhere, but at the moment I turned my head, I suddenly felt that something was not right. Looking back, I don't see anything famous. No more time to waste, I turned and ran.

The smoke was so thick that I could barely breathe, so I retreated back into the stairwell and exhaled a few times out the window. I don't know if it's because my brain is getting oxygen, so I'm more flexible, and I quickly think about what was wrong.

Most of the models in the clothing store are resin composites or engineering plastics, which should be vulnerable in a fire of this level, and the models I just saw were either burned directly or shrunk and melted like lit candles, but where I just swept my eyes, I clearly saw two models standing clearly in the fire, like two sections of wood, although they were covered in fire, in terms of integrity, there was almost no damage. What material would a model have such good fire resistance?

For a while, my scalp was a little fried, and I soon thought that the initiators of this fire were a pair of evil spirit mother and son, and the two strange models I just saw happened to be a woman, and there was a child standing next to it?

Well, this is really self-inflicted, and the black cauldron that you have created yourself will carry on your own. I swear that when I wake up, I will never write a damn horror novel again, rewrite romance, cross into a mother, become a big star, be chased by countless handsome men, and no matter how bad it is, I will be a strong woman in the business world, and a billionaire who farms and grows.

Thinking wildly, I looked up and saw the two models standing straight in front of me, both with the typical wooden and funny smiles on their faces.

I took two steps back and went straight to the window.

"What do you want to do?" It's almost asking myself, what did I want to do with these two characters? Cry......

The female model's head rattled and turned, and when she faced me, she froze down, and a black ink-like slit cracked out where her mouth was drawn, and then there was a hoarse voice mixed with electromagnetic sounds: "Traitors, damn it!" ”

Treacherous? Me? Where am I treacherous?

The female model floated in front of me at an incredible speed, and then a pair of stiff, cold hands grabbed my neck and lifted me up.

Oh my God, it's so uncomfortable! Not only was I out of breath, but my neck was about to be broken. I grabbed the plastic hands and tried to break free, but I couldn't fight the other man's strength. Kicking your feet in mid-air can't borrow any strength, but it makes your neck hurt even more.

The female model held me out of the window, three floors, if she let go, I would become a meatloaf, if I didn't let go, I would not be able to go for a minute, I guess I would die of anger.

What to do? What to do? What weaknesses can this fire not burn plastic dummies have? I squinted my eyes and struggled to look at the monster in front of me, when I suddenly felt something flash on her and shook my eyes.

That's right! Although I don't know if it's useful, but a dead horse is a live horse doctor!

The model's shape is relatively old, not in one piece, but the parts are assembled by metal connectors, and the dazzling place on her body is the luster of the metal rod. I grabbed the female model's arm with both hands and borrowed the force, swung my body, raised my leg to clamp the model's head, pulled it out hard, and sure enough, the whole head was taken off by me, rolled along my leg for a while, crooked, fell downstairs, and with a snap, it must have been broken in half.

The female model was so frightened that she took a few steps back, and as soon as she let go of her hands, she threw me away and touched her head.

I didn't care about being glad that this trick worked, so I felt like my body was empty and fell down!

As the saying goes, a dog can go up a tree in a hurry, and at this critical juncture, I actually stretched out my hand and grabbed the windowsill, and my body hung in the air. I tried my best to breastfeed, kicked my legs, and finally climbed up to live up to expectations, fell into the window frame, and lay down on the spot panting for breath despite the pain.

However, before my breath could be smoothed, suddenly a pair of hard hands reached out again and firmly grabbed my neck. It turns out that the old one is gone, and there is the little one!

This is really too deceitful, and you want to put down my room Xiaoye with such a small point? Without thinking of that, I pulled the head off the little imp and threw it far away. The little ghost let go of his hand and stumbled around to find his head.

Taking advantage of the fact that the monsters, one big and one small, were running around them with care, I was finally able to take a few deep breaths and run around them carefully.

The mall on the 3rd floor was almost enveloped by fire, and I could only be roasted alive when I went in, so after thinking about it, I decided to go downstairs again to try my luck. So I went down the stairs in one breath, but the door of fate was closed, and I really wanted to hold on to the door and suffer a lot.

If you can't get down, maybe ...... There is an ice rink on the fourth floor, the kind of skating blades, where there is ice, there is water, maybe there is a place to avoid temporarily, and when Ah Zhe comes back, he should be saved. A-Zhe won't let me die in his game. What if it dies? It occurred to me that if I died, I should be able to be resurrected in that room, right?

Now that my memory has returned, I already know that the house is the house rented by Ah Zhe and me in the "previous life", I was writing novels in the room, and he was playing computer programming outside.

Thinking about it this way, I don't panic so much, but death is a painful process after all, and it is better to escape a section than to endure the torture of karmic fire.

So I ran to the fourth floor with all my strength.

The fourth floor was originally a children's city, with various bouncy castles, cartoon dolls' electric cars, an ice skating rink, and various amusement facilities, but now they are also immersed in a sea of fire.

I raised my hand to cover my face and ran in the direction of the rink. A piece of Noda's site had now become a pond, steaming white. God, I'm glad I braked fast, otherwise it wouldn't be too miserable to jump into the boiling water in an agitated state.

I felt like I was wrong, this was not a place of refuge, that the fire should still be around, and that the heat of the water vaporization was no less than that of the flames.

I was regretting that I didn't think things through, but I heard a different noise behind me, and when I looked back, I was so frightened that my hair stood on end. It was the two plastic people, one big and one small, who chased after them.

The child's head was thrown out by me just now, and most of it was missing, revealing a metal bracket, and the mother was even more miserable, I don't know where to pick up a head that had melted more than half of it and stuck it on her neck, and her facial features were burned into a ball, and there were several holes in the middle.

These two unsightly objects stood in front of me, walking straight and straight towards me.