The sound of the wind blowing through the protective nets on the scaffolding, the wind blowing through the treetops, and the sound of cars coming out of the road next to the construction site, these sounds flowed into Ling Xiao's ears like water, very chaotic and very complicated, and he could distinguish the slightest whisper from the inside of the building.

It was the sound of boots rubbing against the ground, and the sound of girls sobbing.

Although he didn't see the inside of the sixth floor, a picture had already appeared in Ling Xiao's mind - a fierce-looking Indian killer was restlessly walking back and forth in the empty sixth floor, and next to him were three girls squatting, who were looking at him with panicked eyes.

Two minutes later, Ling Xiao ended his state of defense. In this minute, he not only determined that Huang Shuya, the three of them and the Indian killer were in the space on the sixth floor of the unfinished building, but also determined the approximate location.

At this point, eight minutes had passed since the twenty-minute time stipulated by the Indian killer

Ling Xiao cautiously climbed to the top of the sixth floor, and then climbed from the scaffolding to the top of the floor.

Entering the sixth floor directly would become the target of an Indian killer, the other party was a sharpshooter, and Ling Xiao didn't dare to take that kind of risk at all. He didn't have a gun in his hand, which put him at a disadvantage, not to mention that the other party also had Huang Shuya and the three hostages. Therefore, from the very beginning, he denied the idea of directly breaking into the sixth floor to save people.

The wind on the rooftop was very strong, whirring and blowing. The sound of the wind can cover the subtle sound of Ling Xiao's walking, and the wind also sweeps away the sand particles and light construction debris scattered on the rooftop, which makes his walking safer and more silent.

Approaching the area just now, Ling Xiao walked very carefully and slowly.

Every second of time is precious to him, but there are some times that must be wasted. At this time, as long as you make a little noise and be noticed by the other party, it will be in vain!

Three minutes later, Ling Xiao finally sneaked into the area he had previously determined.

At this time, eleven minutes had passed since the twenty-minute time limit set by the killer of Indian origin.

Ling Xiao slowly raised his feet, lowered his feet, and used this spacewalk-like movement to get closer to the edge of the rooftop little by little. A distance of a few meters, it took him two minutes. During the whole process, he didn't dare to take a breath, let alone make a sound.

There are no guardrails on the edges of the roof, and the concrete-poured roof looks rudimentary, with rusty steel bars sticking out of the edges.

Ling Xiao slowly lay on the edge of the rooftop and entered the state of arguing again.

Underneath the rooftop, there are people walking around in an area of a few square meters, and the steps are a little messy. This is a reflection of the killer's mood, and he is actually very anxious.

The sound of sobbing continued, and the characteristics of the sound also matched Huang Shuya's voice.

Other than that, Ling Xiao didn't hear the third person's voice, if Bobona and Jin Yuji were also here, so close to each other, and under the extraordinary medicinal power of the Afterlife Pill, he could hear their breathing. But no.

"Kim Yu-hee and Bobona aren't here? Where will they be? Scattering and hiding hostages, this can only be explained in this way, this guy is really not ordinary cunning! Ling Xiao's thinking was super fast, and he quickly made a judgment in his heart, which also made him secretly hate.

At this time, thirteen minutes had passed since the twenty-minute time limit set by the killer of Indian origin.

There are still seven minutes left, and after seven minutes, the accomplices at the House of the Holy Servant will call the Indian killer to tell him that he didn't see anyone, that the deal was a scam, and that the Indian killer would definitely not hesitate to shoot Huang Shuya and Jin Yuji and Bobona, who don't know where they were hidden.

In seven minutes, Ling Xiao wants to kill the Indian-born killer with a gun with both hands and save Huang Shuya, as well as Bobona and Jin Yuji, which is a tense and depressing thing to think about.

In other words, in an ordinary time, in an ordinary state, even if you have an internal force, you can't do this, but it's different at the moment. In the transcendent state of the afterlife pill, Ling Xiao's brain's ability to calculate and simulate has long been beyond the scope of human beings, although it is not as good as a computer, but it does tend to be close to which state.

At this moment, his brain is in a state of high-speed operation, and his mind is like a stream of light that crosses the depths of the sky, fast to the extreme. In the blink of an eye, he had already made a rescue plan based on his location and the items on his body.

He took the watch off his hand and slowly extended it to the edge of the rooftop.

The watch is made of sapphire with a black back. It can be used as a simple mirror.

Little by little, the watch protrudes out of the lower edge of the roof, and the situation below the roof is projected onto the surface.

Huang Shuya huddled under the wall on her right, her hands and feet bound by plastic bags, unable to move. She sobbed, tears kept rolling out of her eyes, and her body was dirty, very wolfy.

The Indian killer was located opposite Huang Shuya, about three meters from the window. He walked back and forth between him and Huang Shuya, glancing at the watch on his wrist from time to time. In his left hand, he held a fully automatic pistol with a long magazine. His right hand was wrapped in a bandage and hung around his neck. At the same time, he also holds a very simple looking mobile phone in his right hand.

", what are you crying about?" The Indian killer said fiercely: "Cry again, I'll shoot you!" ”

Huang Shuya immediately stopped the sound of sobbing, but she didn't give up saving herself, after a pause, she said in a trembling voice: "You make a price, I can give you money, I will give you as much as you want, as long as you make a price." ”

The Indian killer looked at her with a sneer, the corners of his mouth full of disdain.

"Ten million? Million? One hundred million! Huang Shuya tempted: "As long as you let me go, I guarantee that you can get a ransom of 100 million." Think about it, what can you do with 100 million yuan? You can buy a qiē! If you kill me, what do you get? ”

"Shut up!" The Indian killer said with some excitement: "Money has no value in my eyes!" Even if the water of the Ganges was all melted with gold, I would not look at it! ”

The water of the Ganges River has nourished the Indian civilization for 5,000 years and is the mother river in the eyes of Indians. When an Indian killer says this, he really treats money as dung. Huang Shuya, who is worth tens of billions, can't buy her life with money, which is really a very ironic thing.

"You want the book? My fiancé has gone to the House of the Holy Servant, and he will trade that book for my freedom. Will you let me go when you get the book? Huang Shuya tentatively said.

"Hahaha...... Released you? The Indian killer sneered: "Your fiancé is going to die, and you will die too, but I won't waste your body, I'll enjoy it and then kill you." ”

"You bastard! Who are you? Why are you doing this? ”

"Shut up!" The Indian killer looked at his watch, "Or I'll kill you in advance!" ”

Huang Shuya shuddered and closed her mouth, but the tears flowed more urgently.

"Blame it, blame your curiosity, you got into things that shouldn't be mixed up." The Indian killer sneered, "Also, the Swiss Army knife that your fiancé stabbed me actually had your name on it." It is God's will for me to find you and accomplish a great task. And you, you should accept your fate. ”

It turned out that this was the reason why the Indian-origin killer found Huang Shuya.

Engrave your name on your beloved items, something that people loved to do many years ago. Huang Shuya did the same, but she didn't expect it to become a nightmare for her.

At first, Ling Xiao didn't notice that the Swiss Army knife had Huang Shuya's name on it, and he didn't think about it after stabbing the Indian killer with a flying knife.

However, it doesn't matter whether this is a childish mistake or not.

Ling Xiao slowly lifted the watch up, placed it on the edge, the surface downwards and supported it with a strap, forming an angle of about 45 degrees. In this way, lying on the rooftop, he can see the situation on the windowsill below even if he does not move for a moment.

The windowsill below has not yet been built, there are no brick walls, and it is an empty store.

At this time, seventeen minutes had passed since the twenty-minute time limit set by the killer of Indian origin.

Ling Xiao pulled a stone from the rooftop that was exposed to the concrete surface, and then threw it down.

The stone smashed against the steel pipe on the scaffolding, making a clink, and then fell all the way down, clanging and clanging.

Below, the Indian-origin killer glanced warily at the empty window. He then walked over, his gaze squinting upwards, and the automatic pistol in his left hand was always aimed in the direction of the ceiling.

He didn't know that his every move fell into Ling Xiao's eyes.

Ling Xiao also stared nervously at the surface of the watch, and in the sloping surface, the Indian killer was already approaching the edge of the window, one step, two steps, three steps, getting closer and closer.

The Indian killer suddenly leaned out from under the empty window, and the automatic pistol in his left hand was pointed sharply in the direction of the ceiling.

There was nothing on the ceiling.

The Indian killer suddenly looked down again, and the automatic pistol in his hand was pointed downward.

At the moment when he shifted his gaze and adjusted the muzzle of the gun, Ling Xiao's body suddenly rolled and fell directly from the edge of the rooftop.

Hearing the sound of the wind overhead, the Indian killer suddenly realized and raised the pistol up again, but as soon as he lifted the barrel of the gun, one of Ling Xiao's palms fell on his left wrist. Before he could see who it was, he was grabbed by the collar, and then a strange force came, and his body was pulled out of the sixth floor by that force, through the gap between the scaffolding, and fell to the ground below the sixth floor like a kite with a broken string.

At this time, nineteen minutes had passed since the twenty-minute time stipulated by the killer of Indian origin. The whole rescue took nineteen minutes!

Ling Xiao's hands clasped the edge of the sixth-floor slab, and his body hovered between the scaffolding and the floor. The whirring cold wind blew through his body, but he still felt hot and sweaty.

It was all over, but he knew that if it weren't for the transcendent state brought about by an afterlife pill, he wouldn't have been able to do it at all.

Huang Shuya looked at the empty window dumbfounded, what had just happened happened without warning, and it was over in an instant, and she didn't come back to her senses until now. She stared dumbfounded at the palms on the edge of the floor, unsure whose palms they were.

Ling Xiao propped up his hands, and the whole person jumped onto the floor lightly.

Seeing the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, Huang Shuya exclaimed, "Ah...... Husband! ”

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