81_81352 Dark, cold, hungry and thirsty.

There was a dead silence in my ears except for the sound of the wind.

Fang Junxing woke up with a splitting headache.

In the depths of the brain nucleus, it seems that a pot of hot porridge is boiling, chaotic, and booming.

When you open your eyes, you can see the inky blue sky outside, as well as the twinkling stars.

Trying to move his body, he found himself strapped to the chair behind his back, very strong, as if each root was deep into the flesh, and he felt like he was suffocating at any moment.

What terrified him even more was that he found himself in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, which was unglazed, and in the dim starlight, he could see the surrounding walls and floor in a pristine cement color.

It is clear that this is an unfinished building, judging by the lights of the buildings in the distance, it is estimated to be at least ten floors above.

His mouth is not blocked, and in a hellish place like this, no one will hear him even if he shouts through his throat.

What's going on here?

How did I end up here?

Who did it?

What exactly is he going to do?

He struggled to keep himself calm, and his memories of the time before he fell unconscious began to regain momentum.

He killed Han Fan, his uncle Meng Du stalked him like a fart, Boss Du designed to lure Meng Du away, saying that he would send him to reunite with Han Fan tonight, he played cards in the billiard hall easily, he had good luck and won a lot, he was hungry and ready to go to a good meal to celebrate, went out cautiously, and got into a taxi......

Taxicab!

The pale driver, the mist sprayed in his face!

"Who the hell are you? What the hell do you want to get Lao Tzu here?! ”

Thinking of this, Fang Junxing shouted at the top of his voice, and his mournful cry echoed in the night wind.

There was no response.

“m！ Come out to Lao Tzu! There's a kind of get out!! He continued to yell.

Syllable!

A stone the size of a winter date struck him and smashed on the back of his head.

Fang Junxing screamed, and a big bag suddenly swollen in the back of his head.

He was tied up in front of the window, the stones were obviously flying from behind, someone was behind him, he struggled desperately to see the situation behind him, but unfortunately the rope was too strong to move at all.

"Who the are you ......?!"

Syllable!

Before he could finish his scolding, the second stone flew in.

So there was a second scream, and a second big bag was swollen on the back of the head.

"I hate people with unclean mouths the most. So...... Scold, slap. The last thing I need here is stones. ”

Fang Junxing grinned in pain, only listening to a woman's bland business coming from behind.

The hero didn't suffer the loss in front of him, Fang Junxing immediately resisted the urge to continue scolding, and his tone softened: "Okay, what do you want to do when you get me here?" ”

"Just wanted to ask you a question." The woman was very cheerful, and said straight to the point: "Who is behind the killing of Han Fan and Wang Xiangshun?" ”

It must be Meng Du who came to them, it seems that Meng Du is not as brainless as he thought, in addition to tracking himself, this guy also arranged other people. Fang Junxing thought quickly. So he sneered disdainfully:

"Meng Du came to you? What a joke, isn't it clear enough that the police say? It was Han Fan who committed suicide after killing Wang Xiangshun, what are you arresting me for, I was knocked unconscious by Han Fan's car, and I am also a victim......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a gurgling sound behind him.

It was the sound of high heels stepping on the concrete floor.

The woman came to him from behind.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Fang Junxing suddenly felt like a mang on his back, as if an iron plate full of ice picks was piercing his spine.

"You...... What do you want? He involuntarily asked, fear making him incoherent and slurred.

"This is the thirteenth floor, have a nice trip." The woman whispered softly behind his ear.

After saying that, he suddenly kicked the back of the chair.

"Don't!!"

In the terrible screams, Fang Junxing fell from the window with the chair and people.

Fall, fall quickly!

With the cold wind whistling in his ears, Fang Junxing's brain was in chaos, and only the last remaining thought remained-

I'm going to die, and I'm going to die a miserable death!

……

I soaked in the bathtub for half an hour to wash away the smell of alcohol and tedious worries.

I blew my hair dry and changed into a snow-white dry bathrobe.

The clock hands on the wall point to twelve o'clock in the morning.

Qian Weiyi walked back to the hall on the first floor and knelt solemnly in front of the Buddha.

Put your hands together and close your eyes reverently.

At this moment, Qian Sweatshirt felt as if he had overcome gravity, his whole body was completely relaxed, and he could travel to any corner of the universe.

"Buddha, thank you for your gifts and protection, today I have solved all my troubles. From tomorrow onwards, I will be able to live with peace of mind again......"

Only when facing the Buddha will Qian Weiyi give up the principle that if you say too much, you will lose, really open your heart, and talk about everything from your heart.

She believed that as long as she was devout enough to the Buddha, the Buddha would be able to forgive her for what she had done and provide her with gifts and shelter.

"Minyu, that stupid girl finally figured it out, I was helping her at the beginning, not harming her, I know, this must be the Buddha behind your back, right? But I feel it, the one named Shan Ruo is still a little unconvinced, she is too suspicious......"

Rumble! Rumble!

Qian Weiyi truthfully reported to the Buddha what he had done today, outside the window, near the Sunshine Secret Society, the exploration team was busy, and the dull cannon sound sounded one after another.

Wow......

Buzzing......

The houses of all the villas of the Sunshine Secret are of excellent quality, but they can still be felt under the strong vibration of the cannons, and the window glass makes a strange noise.

Qian Weiyi had long known that there would be cannon shots tonight, so the loud noises and vibrations did not interfere with the communication between her and the Buddha in the slightest.

Rustling......

But in the interlude between the cannons, there seemed to be a strange sound overhead.

The voice was very small, and Qian Sweater didn't care at first.

Rustle rustle......

But the voice came again, and it was much louder.

Finally she looked up and looked at the large chandelier overhead, and she was almost certain that the rustling sound was coming from the chandelier.

The crystal chandelier was so bright that she couldn't see anything unusual, and she pricked up her ears to listen carefully, but she couldn't hear any business anymore.

Is it a delusion?

Or...... Bugs or something on the chandelier?

She was suspicious, the rustling sound didn't sound anymore, she didn't want to let this kind of trivial matter disturb her communication with the Buddha anymore, and it was very impolite and impiety to be distracted while confessing to the Buddha.

So she continued to fold her hands and close her eyes and chant the words.

Rumble! Rumble!

The sound of artillery outside the window is still there, and it is becoming more and more frequent.

Rustle.

The two Xiaoqiang were imprisoned in the glass cover of the chandelier, and they were protected by the bright light at the moment, all kinds of anxiety and restlessness, desperately struggling and colliding, trying to break through this damn transparent cage.

Qian Weiyi heard a very small rustling sound overhead, and she didn't look up again.

Maybe it's a cockroach?

Looks like we'll have to get someone from the pesticide company to come back tomorrow. She thought. But he didn't open his eyes.

Rumble!

There was another loud cannon shot, this time it seemed to be closer, and the tremor was more intense, and Qian Sweatshirt seemed to feel that the floor under his knees was trembling.

Squeak-

An eerie sound came from overhead again.

It couldn't be bugs or cockroaches this time!

Qian Weiyi immediately raised his head and looked at the chandelier suspiciously.

Is it a delusion?

The pendant of the chandelier is shaking!

Rumble!!!

At this moment, another more violent cannon fire rang out.

Crash!

The entire huge chandelier suddenly fell in its entirety, expanding dramatically in Qian Sweater's frightened eyes.

She was kneeling and looking up at the chandelier, and the moment the chandelier fell, her instinctive body threw herself forward.

Rumble!!

The huge chandelier missed her head and smashed all over her back, and the beautifully decorated glass pendant shattered and flew like bullets.

Qian sweatshirt was hit in the spine by a weight of more than 30 kilograms falling from a height of more than five meters, and did not pass out immediately.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and she watched as a triangular piece of broken glass bounced off the floor, swirling gracefully in the air, sharp edges skimming over her left cheek and cutting precisely at the major artery in her neck.

It was as if she heard the sound of her own blood bursting from her veins.

She's dead.

She died with her eyes open.

Her gaze happened to be fixed on the majestic and majestic Buddha statue not far away, surrounded by flowers and tributes.

Her face was full of unwillingness and confusion, as if questioning the Buddha:

I am so devout to you, why do you watch your followers die unexpectedly and tragically?

……

Fall.

Fall!!

Falling rapidly from the thirteenth floor in the shape of an upside-down onion!

Fang Junxing seemed to see the tragic situation of his bloody death.

That's it, farewell, this joke-like world!

He closed his eyes in despair.

And then......

The fall suddenly stopped.

No loud crashes to the ground, no pain.

He opened his eyes suspiciously, and found himself hanging headfirst in the air, which should be around the fifth or sixth floor.

It turned out that they had fixed a string long enough and strong enough to the chair.

I'm alive.

I'm still alive!!

Fang Junxing suddenly had the urge to cry loudly.

Then he found himself slowly ascending, and the woman on the thirteenth floor was pulling herself up.

Soon, he was pulled to the thirteenth floor again, this time with his back to the window.

There was a chill between his legs, and he knew that he had been incontinent.

Awakening from the devastation of the rest of his life, he raised his head with difficulty.

Under the starlight, he finally saw the perverted woman who kicked him down and pulled him up.

This is a very beautiful woman.

Long hair, purple clothes, a slender figure, and a delicate and indifferent face.

"Who is behind the killing of Han Fan and Wang Xiangshun?" The woman stood across from him like that, faintly repeating the question she had just asked.

Fang Junxing gasped heavily, covered in cold sweat as if he had just been fished out of the pool, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

"I don't know when I'll get tired of playing this game, and I don't know how many times the rope will last without breaking." The woman added faintly