Monet listened, and an indescribable bitterness flowed through her heart, and she barely squeezed out a fairly natural smile, "Sister, such a nasty person, I won't take the initiative to get up." ”

When she came out of the hotel, it was already dark, Bai Zhiwen sent her home and promised to go upstairs and sit down.

The garage was always shady, and the sisters walked side by side, the sound of high heels echoing around the empty surroundings.

The more murders I have seen, the more daring Monet becomes, otherwise I would have felt mad every time I walked through such a garage before.

Bai Zhiwen took her hand and asked, "What do you always look back at?" Is there anyone in the back? ”

Monet smiled, "No, I've been more nervous lately, and I always feel like someone is following." Oops, nervous. ”

The atmosphere was a little tense for a while, Bai Zhiwen rubbed her sister's head, laughed, and the two walked to the elevator room on the first floor.

The voice-activated light flickered, and only then did it become clear that there was still a man standing there.

He was dressed in a black tracksuit, buttoned up a peaked cap, and his head was buried low, as if he was looking at his phone.

With a ding, the elevator door opened, Bai Zhiwen was hesitating to go in, and Monet had already taken a step.

The man stood by the door, still looking at his phone, and Monet was behind him, staring at the shadow reflected in the door, thoughtful. Bai Zhiwen was in the corner, clutching her bag, her palms already sweating.

If nothing else, the man didn't press the floor at all.

If it is a ladder with multiple households, there is nothing to be nervous about, and it may be a guest of which household.

The key crape myrtle manor bungalows are all one ladder and two households, and the sixth floor is a member of the Bai family except for Xing Zhaoyang.

Most likely, he was Xing Zhaoyang's guest. Bai Zhiwen comforted herself like this, but she clearly saw the faint scar on the face he was buried.

The vertical translation of the six floors is obviously very short, but Bai Zhiwen feels that it is very slow.

Monet has not moved, and the picture seems to freeze. At first, she just thought this man was familiar, but after a closer look, she recognized that he was the first prisoner she was sent to prison.

In a different place, there is still room for reaction, and in the elevator, things are difficult to do.

The mystery of several days of tracking was finally solved, and when the elevator door opened, Monet subconsciously stood in front of Bai Zhiwen.

At the moment of her movements, the man suddenly turned around, pulled out the sharp knife in his pocket, and stabbed at her without hesitation.

Between the lightning and flint, Monet crossed his hands in front of his chest, blocked the hilt of the knife with his elbows, raised his foot and kicked it straight, which was deftly dodged by the man. When he stepped back, the elevator door was closed, and the door bounced open again when the man carried him like this.

Bai Zhiwen was already stunned on the spot, and it wasn't until Monet grabbed her hand and dragged her to the door that she understood what her sister meant.

Monet stared at the man's eyes, like a cheetah staring at dinner, and his usual cuteness swept away, "The person you are looking for is me, let go of my eldest sister." ”

"Buy one, get one free, it's a good deal." The man grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. Reflecting the hideous scar on his face, it looks even more terrifying.

"What's going on?" Bai Zhiwen was in a daze, and had been dragged to the elevator door, "Xiao Nai? ”

"Big sister, let's go!" Pushing her out, Monet dragged the man with his body.

stumbling out of the elevator, Bai Zhiwen watched the elevator door close, and the whole person stayed on the spot.

At this time, the voice in her head was clear: Save my sister!

Standing up with his hands and feet, he staggered towards the door of the Bai family. Even at this time, she still sensibly chose to ask Bai Juchen for help, not Xing Zhaoyang.

It's a pity that Bai Juchen hasn't returned home yet.

Fortunately, there was a lot of knocking on the door, Xing Zhaoyang and Luo Yang happened to be in the living room, and they heard the door knock and pushed the door to take a look.

Although she was a little hesitant, after seeing Xing Zhaoyang, Bai Zhiwen finally found the pillar, and her two feet did not obey the call and softened.

Luo Yang walked out after Xing Zhaoyang, and when he saw a beautiful woman falling, he subconsciously rushed up and helped him.

Her white coat was covered with dust, and she still had half a teardrop on her face.

Xing Zhaoyang frowned, "What's the matter?" ”

"Zhaoyang, save her, there is a man, Scarface, he locked her in the elevator."

Xing Zhaoyang didn't move, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Xiao Nai, Monet, she is in danger!"

"Call the police!" The moment he heard the name, he didn't have time to react to the relationship between Bai Zhiwen and Monet, so he rushed out uncontrollably, pressed the door button, and there were already blood stains everywhere in the square space.

Bai Zhiwen was stunned, and then she reacted, if no one pressed the elevator, it would not move at all and would stop on the sixth floor.

On the other side, Monet had been forced into a corner, his face was extremely pale, his eyes were squinting at the moment, and he had no strength to raise his eyelids, and in front of her, where his back was facing Xing, the man was raising a sharp knife to the abdomen, about to stab down.

Obviously in an instant, but the time seemed to be stretched, Xing Zhaoyang's hands and feet were cold, and he suddenly had the feeling of going back to three years ago, when he went to pay the ransom in person, but he didn't have time to see his sister for the last time.

He knew all too much how painful it was to lose a loved one, and he didn't want to taste it a second time.

In the blink of an eye, there was a thought in her mind, she couldn't have an accident! White Monet, you are not allowed to have an accident!

"Stinky girl, make me homeless, you should die!" The man roared wildly, and was about to exert his strength, when suddenly his arm was pulled by a force, and then the sky swirled, and when there was a crisp sound, the back of his head ached, and he was unconscious.

Although Luo Yang did not step forward, he carefully calculated the time for Xing Zhaoyang to do it: it was done in three seconds, which was two seconds faster than the fastest record in the army.

It seems that it is really annoying!

Monet held on to the last bit of consciousness, and saw a vague figure dangling in front of her eyes, and then her cold body seemed to be surrounded by a warmth, and after that, she didn't know anything.

When the police arrived at the police station, Zeng Jin also followed, and Monet was lying on the sofa in his house, except for the knife wound on the palm of his left hand, there were two wounds on his leg and arm, but they were not deep, and they had been bandaged by Xing Zhaoyang.

Bai Zhiwen sat next to Monet, and Luo Yang stood obediently behind Xing Zhaoyang.

As for the culprit, he was already tied up by Xing Zhaoyang and thrown to the balcony to bask in the moonlight.

Zeng Jin almost rushed in, obviously frightened by the blood stains in the elevator, and his heart was half relieved to see Monet lying on the sofa intact.

"Why are you here?" In fact, what Xing Zhaoyang really wanted to ask was, "Why did you come so fast." ”

"When I received the report, I happened to be in the office."

The fox looked at Zeng Jin's anxious expression suspiciously, and a guess flew through Xing Zhaoyang's brain. At this moment, Zeng Jin's words interrupted him, "What about people? ”

"Balcony."

Zeng Jin looked at it and was surprised, "Is it him?" ”

"Acquaintance?" Xing Zhaoyang's face was calm and waveless.

Zeng Jin: "After Monet followed me, he was the suspect in the first case. Originally, he was ready to be detained, but after a psychiatric evaluation, he was released. ”

Luo Yang said to himself on the side, "It is estimated that it has not been good in the past two years, and I have pushed all my resentment on Monet." ”