The other party's purpose is clear, and it seems that it is only for her.

…… Something is going bad.

Song Yiqiao gradually calmed his breath, his eyes were sharp and condensed, and he continued to ask, "Do you want my life, or do you have other intentions?" ”

The man through the microphone laughed, seemingly very pleasantly.

"I'm not going to kill you."

"Then you ......"

"Your voice hasn't changed at all, Joe."

Song Yiqiao had a faint sense of familiarity, and couldn't help but get nervous: "Who are you?" ”

The other party did not answer.

"I'll understand when you stand in front of me in person. Now, to prove to me that you are qualified to know a qiē. ”

"How do I prove it?" Her inquiry was eager.

"There are three people here."

He tapped the microphone, and the thump pierced Song Yiqiao's eardrums and hit her overwhelmed heart.

"The first person, give you a little more time, an hour - if you don't arrive in time within an hour, the other party will be in danger."

"Wait, who are these three!"

"The gift needs to be opened by yourself." The man ignored her anxious attitude and continued unhurriedly, "Of course, I can tell you clearly, the second announcement will be in an hour, and if you are not sure, you can choose to save the body and rescue the next one." ”

Song Yiqiao tried to calm himself down and keep every word in his head.

"You say, what am I going to do?"

"Turn left on the street you're on, go through three traffic lights, and you'll see a two-story red-brick apartment with the first guest waiting for you."

She didn't even have room to refute now, so in order to prevent a possible accident, she could only grit her teeth and agree.

"Okay."

"So, the timer begins."

As soon as his words fell, Song Yiqiao threw down the microphone and rushed towards the unknown and dangerous target.

The night is dark.

At the same time, on the other side of the microphone, the man put down the phone, and the room burst into applause.

"Well done, do you think she'll succeed?"

He looked into the dark corner, his brown hair combed back his head, smooth like an otter, and his vicissitudes of life revealed a bit of gentleness, like a university professor: "I'm not interested in these." ”

"You're such an interesting person."

"Judgment should not be said too soon."

The man's smile is bottomless, and there are fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but it is difficult to hide the deep contours, which makes him full of great charm.

The people in the corner seemed to be very jealous of him, and didn't dare to joke as lightly as just now: "Someone is already in a hurry, the brother of the great detective is using his connections to search for traces of Sherlock Holmes all over the city." ”

"You won't be able to hide it for long."

"I know...... What a bunch of rubbish! Not even a single official can stop it! ”

The man didn't seem interested in any of this, and didn't say anything more, and the room fell silent again.

……

Song Yiqiao was running wildly in the cold wind, she was in a hurry, her body was almost overwhelmed, and her legs were trembling.

Finally, a two-story villa with red brick walls appeared in front of her.

The door was wide open, and it was pitch black inside, like a monster opening its mouth like an abyss, waiting for the prey to break into the door automatically. Song Yiqiao cautiously inquired and entered through the door.

There was no one in the living room.

She turned on the light, and the light as bright as day drove away the darkness, and the layout of the house was fully reflected. It must have been uninhabited for a long time, the furniture was covered with a layer of dust, and there were dirty cobwebs in the corners, and huge black spiders climbed back and forth on the roof.

Just then, there was a sound of humming from the upstairs bedroom.

Song Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, restrained her reckless behavior, she went up the stairs step by step, the corridor was dark, and the woman's whimper became louder and louder, and it was very clear in the silent space.

"Mmmmmm

Wait, why does it sound so familiar!

Song Yiqiao vigorously pushed the door open, colliding with a pair of panicked eyes with tears in them.

I saw Mrs. Hudson tied to a chair with a cloth towel in her mouth, and the director couldn't even speak. On her lap was a device the size of a pizza box, connected by three threads, and at the other end-

Song Yiqiao's eyes froze.

It's timed frying. Play!

It shows that there are still four minutes left at this moment, and with the rapid flickering of the electronic watch, time quickly slips away, and they are summoned to death.

She hurriedly ran forward and removed the cloth from Mrs. Hudson's mouth, "How are you?" ”

Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson's tears were falling from her eyes, and her expression was terrified, but she did not dare to move.

"Joe, you go! Explode. It's time to play! ”

"Don't be afraid, I'll find a way!"

Said so, the first face bombed. played, Song Yiqiao couldn't stop being at a loss. She examined all the threads cursoryly, but the threads were wrapped around Mrs. Hudson's body and could not be avoided.

What to do?

"Jingle bell!"

The bell rang suddenly, and both of them were startled, and Song Yiqiao immediately stepped forward to pick up the mobile phone on the table and press the phone.

"I can tell you the answer."

The man's voice was familiar, having just heard it dozens of minutes ago.

"Why?" She asked warily.

"Yellow line, if you believe it. But I want to tell you that the countdown to the second person has begun, and there will be a dead end in half an hour. ”

"I have to save her."

"Please."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving Song Yiqiao, who had a very bad face, holding the phone.

It's too cunning.

deliberately left a choice, but it plunged her into a deeper contradiction. Is it or not? This kind of gambler-like game is completely playing with life at the moment!

The electronic watch is still moving fast, and it seems that the watch is moving a lot faster in a hurry, but there is only one minute left in the moment.

Yellow line.

Red line.

Blue line.

The adversaries were so well prepared that they even had tools for cutting short wires on the table. Song Yiqiao picked it up, her hand trembling a little, and she looked at Mrs. Hudson's face with a mixture of despair and sadness, and sweat beaded on her back.

Intuition, intuition, tell her, which is the real line?

At the moment of emergency, the long-lost system prompt sounded like a savior.

[Emergency Capability On! You'll know the right route, and it costs £1,000, do you want to try it out? 】

Song Yiqiao's eyes lit up.

【Yes!】 】