After Ivan left, he quickly finished the bread. Although I didn't have any hot food to eat, I only drank some hot water, but I felt much more comfortable than before. I stood up and looked back at the larger room with the door closed.

"I'm going to wake up the oil bottle and let him keep an eye on it, and you take me around and what to do if I escape." I said to Pyatov.

"Don't you need to rest first?" Pyatov asked.

I shook my head, "No need. Let's find a chance to sleep well later. I don't want to fall asleep forever because of my negligence. ”

"Okay." Pyatov nodded.

I went to the door of my room and gently pushed it open. At the moment, except for the oil bottle and Aliyev, who were still sleeping with their eyes closed, everyone else had already woken up. Everyone was silent, and their expressions were much worse than the first day I saw them. Their eyes were full of fear and uneasiness, and even Sergei, who had previously disobeyed Ivan's discipline, became silent.

Natasha leaned on her mother's shoulder, looking depressed. But when he saw me come in, he sat up straight and stood up.

I smiled reluctantly at Natasha and her mother, then walked over to the bottle and kicked him. He quickly opened his eyes and saw that it was me who stood up and laughed, "I knew you could get out." Natasha asked me what would happen to you? ”

"Don't talk nonsense. I've been back for a long time, and you may not know if you see you sleeping like you slept and carried you away and sold you. I said and glanced at Natasha beside me, "Don't worry... ”

Before I could finish the flower, Natasha hugged me, "I thought you would be like old Ivan, you won't be able to come back... ”

Forehead.... This situation has left me a little at a loss... I grew up so old that I only seemed to have been hugged by my mother, and other female relatives when I was a child. I don't know where to put my hands now...

"Don't... Don't worry.. I'm fine ... Nothing at all ... I comforted.

Natasha slowly let go of her arms, took a step back, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "I regretted it after the car started, I shouldn't have left you alone。。。。。 ”

"Needless to say, I arranged it. So... Don't blame yourself. I said and quickly looked at the oil bottle, "I'm going to go with Pyatov to see the surroundings, you're guarding the door." ”

The oil bottle nodded and said, "Understood." But do you want to give me a gun? ”

I noticed that while the oil bottle was talking about the gun, the other people around me were visibly getting nervous. I looked at Natasha, "Let's go to the living room and say a few words." ”

As I walked back, Sergei stood up and looked at me, "Need my help?" ”

Sergei's appearance at this moment is very different from the feeling I had before, when I first saw him, he looked like he didn't know the height of the sky, and at this moment he wanted to pluck up the courage to speak.

I shook my head and glanced at his injured arm, "No. You have a good rest. I'll tell you if there's a need. Sergey didn't say anything more to me, he nodded and sat down again.

Natasha and I came to the living room with the oil bottle, and after I gently brought them up, I looked at Natasha and said, "Idea to calm everyone." Chat and talk about something. I know last night was hard, a much scarier experience than a nightmare. But I will say that this is not the end of it. Maybe we'll have to go through something like this after that. So we must let everyone try to adjust their emotions as much as possible, and don't be immersed in fear for a long time and can't get out. ”

Natasha nodded, "You want everyone not to lose faith?" ”

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p; "Yes. That's it. Confidence and morale, that's important to us. I said.

"I see. I'll figure it out. Natasha agreed.

I looked at Pyatov and said, "Give the oil bottle a gun." Then the two of us went out for a walk. ”

Pyatov quickly pulled out a pistol and handed it to the oil bottle. The oil bottle took the gun and said, "Am I just staring at the door?" ”

"Yes. Here it is. After saying that, I glanced at Natasha and went out with Pyatov.

When I got to the hallway, I looked left and right, it was quite long, and I pointed to the other side of the staircase we came up, "Is there a staircase over there?" Same as the one we came up with? ”

"Yes. There is a staircase there. All floors are also connected here. Pyatov replied.

I nodded, and looked out of the guardrail of the walkway, where I could see the street. The appearance of this apartment building reminds me of what a primary and secondary school building looks like.

"What if someone has it? How do you get out? Don't tell me to jump off the building or go down the stairs they didn't take. I asked, looking downstairs.

"We need to go to the second floor." Pyatov pointed down.

"Second floor? Why? I asked.

"Come with me and see." Pyatov said as he walked towards the staircase.

I followed him to the second floor and stopped at a vertical door below what was supposed to be the third floor. Pyatov reached into his pocket and pulled out the key, quickly opening the door.

I looked inside, and the floor plan was exactly the same as the one on the third floor. But when I entered the living room, I saw a man sleeping on a couch in the living room.

Pyatov made a silent gesture to me, then walked to the small proofreading room, took out the key and opened the door. After entering the room, Pyatov closed the door.

In addition to a bed, there was a ladder in the room, folded and placed on the floor. Pyatov pointed to the ladder, "This is the tool to be used then." ”

I glanced at the ladder, "You want everyone to climb down from the third floor one by one?" Many of those people are old, don't you think it's a little more difficult? ”

Pyatov came to the window of the room, opened the curtains and beckoned to me, motioning for me to come and have a look. I came to the window, and he pointed down. Looking down behind me, there was a truck parked there, covered with a tarpaulin, as if it was dragging something.

"The truck is ours?" I asked.

Pyatov nodded, "That's what makes people jump up." You know what it is, right? ”

"Upholstered?"

"It's more useful than that, it's an air cushion, just got it." Pyatov said.

I pointed to the ladder, "So you prepared this for me or to haul the oil bottle?" ”

"Of course. Somebody has to drive it, doesn't it? ”

I nodded, "So you're going to arrange for someone to be here?" In this room? ”

Pyatov smiled, "Exactly. Ivan arranged it this way. He said that if the other party came, he must have received the news from the third floor, and he would go straight there, and if someone was hiding here, then there would be an answer. Not for everyone

All stuck upstairs and unable to do anything. ”

"And who's here?" I pointed to the living room, "And who is that guy?" ”

"Two more will be sent to you here, one Russol and the other Pinto." Pyatov said.

"When will they arrive? How to arrange them? I asked.

"They should be there tonight. As for how to arrange them, you are responsible. Pyatov said and gestured to the living room, "That guy is a sharean. Ignore him, this man is a bachelor who often gets drunk with some friends. ”

I nodded in understanding, and I looked down again, "It's best not to use this." It's like a way to escape when the house is on fire here. ”

"Let's go. Let's go downstairs and have a look. The means of transportation that you have prepared for you must know which one it is and where it is parked. Pyatov said as he opened the door.