When Qingwen woke up, she was tied up by the five flowers.

Before Qingwen could clearly know where this was and what was going on, she heard an authentic London swear word.

It turned out to be a prostitute muttering angrily.

"Why are you so stupid? You didn't earn a penny, and a bad guy didn't notice it, but you sent yourself straight into the tiger's mouth!"

It turned out that it was the woman who sold her body and felt that she was not angry. Qingwen couldn't help but feel remorse when she saw that her socks were gagged in her mouth and her feet and hands were tied behind the back of the stool.

Why is he so unproductive and falls asleep all of a sudden?!

What is this place? It's a dilapidated factory that should be some distance from the center of London. Moreover, this factory is rusty and cobwebs are hanging all over the sky, indicating that this is an abandoned factory.

Looking at the empty factory, Qingwen was very desperate. She didn't expect to miss out and become a laughing stock.

"What kind of laughing stock? You just take care of your face, you still take care of your own little life. ”

Qingwen said: "Anyway, you can't look down on me, and I don't need you to be sad when I die." ”

The prostitute said, "Do you understand? If you die, won't my sub-personality have a body to bear? ”

Qingwen thought about it and felt that what the prostiquent woman said made sense.

The woman continued: "If you are gone, I will no longer look for a carrier, and I will disappear with you." ”

Qingwen comforted her and said, "Don't be angry, I may still have a living head." ”

The prostitute once again uttered her standard modal words: "Snort-" to show her disdain.

The factory was empty, and it seemed that the coachman who kidnapped her was just delivering the goods, and it didn't matter if he left her here.

Qingwen felt that the right and wrong of the betrayal woman in her heart, the short and long of the value did not have much meaning, and the top priority was how to save herself.

"Self-help? I can't help you. The prostitute muttered.

Qingwen said: "I don't need your help, I want to save myself, I want to save you." ”

Xu is a prostitute who has lived a life of oppression and deprivation at the bottom all her life, and no one has ever sought justice for her, and no one has come forward to claim to save her. And Qingwen is the first person in her life who is willing to save her. This moved the prostitute who always muttered and complained to the point of speechlessness.

Qingwen is not exactly a big word when she says this, she is not very confident in her own ability, she believes in fate.

She tried to sit still and untie the rope on her own, but it was all in vain, leaving her sweaty and almost collapsed.

Who the hell had kidnapped him? That man must have felt that he had hurt him in some way.

"No, you're wrong," the girl heard Qingwen's heartbeat and joined the discussion:

"It's not that you're threatening this person at all, it's that this person is an opportunist. ”

Qingwen tilted her head and asked, "What is an opportunist?"

Seeing that Qingwen was so humble, the selling woman continued to analyze:

"The opportunist, that is, there is no motive, no such purpose and plan, there is no knot between the opportunist and the victim, but once the opportunist seizes an opportunity, this opportunity is likely to be a scene, maybe a tempting, Something that can attract his possessiveness, once such an opportunity exists in a certain moment and place, and at that moment and that place the opportunist will suddenly feel that this is the best moment, and he is likely to achieve a new purpose, and at the moment when the purpose is set, the opportunist seizes this moment when the opportunity will not come again, and will strike at once, either to kill you or to capture you. ”

The explanation of the selling woman made Qingwen tremble when she heard it. Indeed, there are such people, who are called opportunists because they did not have such evil motives in advance, until the conditions of the outside world are ripe and the prey appears at the right time, and the opportunists find this perfect moment and win it with one blow.

Qingwen agrees with the explanation of the selling woman, indeed, what she met at the moment is an opportunist, this person is an honest person on weekdays, and he will not be discovered by neighbors, colleagues and colleagues at all, but at the moment when the opportunity comes, the opportunist suddenly becomes ruthless, and suddenly achieves the satisfaction of his desire at this moment. If this is the case, this opportunist is just grasping himself.

Qingwen nodded. At this moment, what made her most desperate was that she found an umbrella in the corner of this empty factory.

Isn't it the magic umbrella that hooks yourself into the arms of the English gentleman?

Could it really be him?!

"That's right! It's him! You listen to the footsteps!" was the voice of the prostitution.

As the footsteps came, Qingwen once again wanted to break free from the shackles on her body.

"Chinese porcelain dolls, today has kept you waiting for a long time. ”

The English gentleman appeared as expected, hiding in the dark shadows of the factory, which made it impossible for Qingwen to see his eyebrows. However, the umbrella is there, there is no doubt about it.

The English gentleman stepped down from a medical table and said:

"You're my favorite genre. Look at it, your crystal clear skin, this moon-shaped eyes full of oriental mystery, are exactly what I like. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. ”

"He's lying to you!" said the prostitute, and then she muttered again:

"Why didn't anyone say such things to me, even if they were lying to me!"

Qingwen smiled and said to the English gentleman, "This gentleman, how do you want to settle me? ”

The woman applauded, as if Qingwen had broken through one of her limitations and was particularly worthy of celebration.

Qingwen no longer pays attention to the prostitution girl and concentrates on dealing with this English gentleman.

"I'm going to skin you alive to make a leather lantern, so that the beauty of the exotic Orient will remain forever in my lonely night. ”

Qingwen sighed for the first time that this guy was still a poet, and then she realized how terrible this was, and she couldn't help but get on the thief ship, and she was going to become a thief's delicacy immediately.

"Your meat is not tasty. The prostitute's mouth muttered.

Qingwen forced a smile and said, "Actually, I'm quite bright, so it's better to let my living body light up your night." ”

"Okay, let me dig out the fat on your heart, and drive away the loneliness of the night for me. While this Byron-like poet showed his talents, he also easily showed his cruelty.