Song Yiqiao can no longer feel the joy of snow.

She called in a panic, but the sound of the dialing user had turned off the phone, and the heart that had been hanging suddenly fell heavily and fell into a bottomless place.

At this moment, the screen instantly lit up, and it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.

"Give you an hour to get to the Nîmes bar on Baker Street, there is a phone booth at the door, waiting there for the next instruction. Their lives are in your hands, so choose carefully. LOL」

Song Yiqiao sighed in his heart and hurriedly called, but the other party hung up the phone.

"Joe?"

There was a soft knock on the door and the gentle call of the nurse.

In desperation, she could only immediately delete the call logs and text messages, hide her uneasiness, and hand over the phone to Nurse Nancy.

"Do you have anything else?"

"No, thank you. Have a nice evening. ”

Song Yiqiao sat on the edge of the bed, watching Nancy leave, and there was a click at the door, which should have been locked. Hearing the footsteps go away, she instantly stood up and walked quickly back and forth in the room with an anxious face.

The initiative is completely in the hands of the other party, there is no chance to refute it at all, and besides, who are the "them" in question?

Song Yiqiao stopped.

There was only one thought in her mind—

Get out!

Thinking of this, Song Yiqiao ran to the window and looked down at the situation outside, it should be the reason for Christmas, plus it is snowing now, and the people patrolling below are not there. But the high-pressure net that can scorch people in an instant encloses the entire nursing home, and no matter how agile she is, she can't fly directly over the four or five meters high wall.

What to do?

The sounds of the battle between heaven and man in my head became more and more noisy.

- Do you still want to do it? What if you get caught?

- But he is clearly in trouble, if, if not saved......

- Hmph, who is Sherlock Holmes, and does he need your help? Don't bother!

――What if, if something happens, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!

- Do it!

- No, I'm going!

Song Yiqiao's confused eyes gradually became firm.

Whether reckless or not, it would be nice to have a clear conscience, which is what her mother often said to her back then......

She looked up and saw the white snowflakes falling outside the window, as if she vaguely saw a gentle face smiling at herself, and her eyes were warmer than a winter fire.

"Qiaoqiao, it's good to have a clear conscience."

"What does it mean to have a clear conscience?"

"Just try not to regret ......"

The woman's gentle teachings were scattered with the snowflakes, blown by the wind, and drifted far and far away in the silent night.

This time, she had to go!

Song Yiqiao quickly changed into casual clothes and tied her hair with a black leather band, revealing her smooth and full forehead. She walked to the door, listened to the movement outside for a while, and knocked softly.

Nancy's footsteps quickly approached.

"Joe, what's the matter?"

Nancy ...... I seem to be feeling a little uncomfortable...... Is it a fever? ”

Through the door, Song Yiqiao leaned against the wall and deliberately pretended to be tired: "You can help me take a look." ”

"Okay, you wait a minute."

Nancy, unsuspecting him, took out the key and opened the door. The doorknob was pulled open, and she entered the house, only to see the dark room: "Where are you ......?"

In the next second, a hand slashed at her neck, and Nancy's eyes went black, and she fell softly. Song Yiqiao hurriedly caught her, hugged Nancy on the bed, and then quickly changed the clothes of the two.

"I'm so sorry," she said guiltily, "but I had to." When the first qiē is over, I will personally make amends to you, and please sleep peacefully tonight. ”

In the end, Song Yiqiao tucked the quilt corner for her, took the key and closed the door.

The hallway was silent, and the patients should have rested, except for the flickering lights that illuminated the long corridor. A figure quickly crossed the hallway and descended the stairs.

"Nancy! Nancy! ”

An unfamiliar voice came from behind, which made Song Yiqiao's heart tighten. She stopped, turned her back to the other and asked, "I want to go to the bathroom, I'll talk about it later." ”

Fortunately, the nurse didn't care: "Remind you, I'll go to the first floor to deliver medicine to No. 23 later." ”

"I see."

She nodded and went into the bathroom.

Unfortunately, in order to prevent the patient from escaping, the bathroom window is double-protected, and once she breaks the protection and rushes out, such a big movement will definitely attract more people.

Song Yiqiao walked back and forth twice in a hurry, and had to admit that this method was not feasible.

She went out, and the nurse who kept vigil was still there, so she could only push Nancy's cart to the first floor. Suddenly, I saw the dean walking in this direction.

Damn, the Dean knows her and Nancy!

Song Yiqiao hurriedly walked to the door of No. 23, opened it with the key, and entered without hesitation.

"Joe?" From behind came Nietzsche's jubilant call, "You look so beautiful in a nurse's outfit!" ”

"Shh

It was also unexpected by Song Yiqiao that he would run to this madman's room. She gestured quietly, and was relieved to hear the dean's footsteps walking past.

"Are you leaving?" He was dressed in his pajamas, scratched his short hair, and asked with a grin.

Song Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"You can't get out from the outside."

Nietzsche squatted down and slammed the corner of the wall hard, and the white wall instantly sank into a piece. He pulled out two bottles of strange things from inside, one bottle contained a liquid as black as Coke, and the other bottle should have been left on the outside, frozen to the core.

"It's—"

"Have you ever heard that the same amount of gasoline mixed with frozen orange juice can be made into a fry. Play? His expression was casual, "This wall goes straight to the outside, you can go straight out." ”

Song Yiqiao was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "Who are you?" ”

"It's an honor to introduce myself to you, my name is Neil, and I used to be a blasting engineer."

“！”

After mixing it according to a certain proportion, he compared the direction and motioned for Song Yiqiao to retreat. The next second, Neil's hand of homemade fried. The bullet was thrown over, cutting through the air in a graceful arc.

They heard a loud bang, and the walls of the room collapsed, and the scorching flames rushed towards them with a wave of heat.

Neil clapped his hands and looked relaxed: "By the way, forget one thing about you, I used to be a member of the Fight Club." Miss Song Yiqiao, it's a pleasure to meet you here. ”

The alarm had been sounded, and the cold wind outside the house carried the snowflakes inside, and the black smoke billowed and quickly dissipated in the night wind.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"I love life here."

He shook his head and continued, "Joe, I still want to send you a word. ”

"What?"

"Either man never dreams, or dreams are interesting; One must also learn to be sober: either never sober or sober to be fun. ”

Neil chanted Nietzsche's words aloud as usual, his hands spread out to meet the cold wind, and the moment turned out to be like Andy escaping from prison in "The Shawshank Redemption", facing the storm, laughing and hugging Yiqiē into his arms.

Song Yiqiao looked at him, stunned, and his expression became firm.

"Thank you."

"Let's go! Never come back! ”

In his loud shout, Song Yiqiao quickly passed through the broken wall, like a ghost, through the road hidden in the deep jungle, and ran for a long time before gradually slowing down.

At this time, a private car happened to pass by.

She hurriedly stepped forward to stop: "Please help!" I was robbed and I didn't have a penny on me! ”

Just when the man was stunned, Song Yiqiao knocked him unconscious, dragged him to the back seat, turned around and got into the car.

It's inhumane, but it's too late!

I haven't driven for a long time, and my hands are a little rusty. Song Yiqiao increased the throttle, and the car swooped across the road, speeding farther away. Her eyes were focused, staring at the dark night ahead, and she quickly arrived at the place.

There were police patrols ahead, and Song Yiqiao, in order to prevent them from stopping himself to check his passport, stopped at the parking lot, and quickly avoided it and ran towards Baker Street. She had no money, no papers, and was in danger of being caught by the people in the nursing home, so she had to run over on her own.

At this moment, eleven twenty-four, there are still seven minutes left before the time the other party said.

Song Yiqiao mustered up his strength and galloped in the snowy night, only to see a slender figure flash, and soon disappeared.

Quick, faster!

Her legs were so heavy that she could barely lift them, her throat ached to the death, and the cold air she inhaled swirled in her lungs, as if the blood was going to clot together.

It's coming!

Song Yiqiao ran desperately to the door of the Nîmes bar, and when he saw the phone booth, he finally stopped, panting wolfly.

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! ”

The phone rang suddenly.

She rushed up to pick up the phone, endured the pain in her throat, and asked coldly, "What are you going to do!" ”

"Good speed."

A slow voice came from the other end of the microphone, probably about fifty years old, in a gentle and charming tone: "You seem to be a little tired, I can wait a while." ”

"Where are you!"

Song Yiqiao looked back and forth vigilantly, but found no one out of the ordinary.

"You can't find me." The man laughed, "Let's make a bet." ”

She held the phone with a solemn expression: "If there is anything, you can come to me, don't hurt them!" ”

"Then it depends on your watch."

The voice through the microphone is as easy as chatting with an acquaintance, but with a cruel meaning.