After trying to contact Yuri for the fourth time to no avail, Lu Zichen finally realized the danger was coming.

He was already mad at the door of the magazine, and he didn't realize that the woman who had been following him was gone for some time.

Lu Zichen dropped his phone angrily, where did Yuri go?!

He leaned against the curtain and slammed the iron fence viciously. He felt the skin break in his knuckles, and he withdrew his hand stupidly.

Suddenly, he saw a few sneaky people downstairs.

Lu Zichen frowned suddenly, he had been licking blood with a knife since he was eighteen years old, and while he had developed a keen sense of observation, he also realized that there were many dangers around him.

Sure enough, the person downstairs raised his head and glanced at him, and then looked away as if he was inadvertent, and continued to talk with his companions.

Lu Zichen retracted his gaze violently, and he leaned against the wall panting. Three years ago, on the night of Shen Lulu's arrest, there was also such a group of people who broke into their home.

He could vaguely feel that the people who came this time had the same purpose as the one a few years ago.

He's exposed!

What to do?! A cold sweat broke out on Lu Zichen's forehead instantly, he didn't have time to think about why he was exposed, and he only thought about how to escape.

In the past, Shen Lulu took the blame for him, but this time, he was alone. Lu Zichen suddenly regretted that he had treated Shen Lulu so ruthlessly, in the car accident, Shen Lulu didn't want his life, and even took him out of the police's sight with a helicopter.

Wait a minute! Lu Zichen raised his head violently, helicopter?!

He vaguely remembered that when Shen Lulu returned to Lijiang again, he did not take the helicopter with him, but stayed in the suburbs, near He Jianghai's villa.

Lu Zichen reacted quickly, his henchmen were not all killed by Shen Lulu, he still had someone available.

He hurriedly turned off all the lights in the house, ran into the bedroom in the dark, brought his documents, and hurriedly ran out of the door.

Lu Zichen cautiously walked up the safe passage, for fear of leaving a little trace. When he finally made it to the rooftop, he saw the men downstairs walk through the door.

"It's too late......" Lu Zichen's palms were covered with sweat, and he ran to the rooftop and leaned down to look.

This is the rubbing building, the evening breeze is whistling, Lu Zichen is holding on to the guardrail and crumbling, the clothes on his body are hunting, as if they will be blown away by the wind at any time.

His brain was racing as he thought about how to find a way out for himself.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the sewer pipe on the wall of the building. The building has a balcony every two floors, and if you can slide down through the sewer pipe, you can stop every two floors to buffer yourself, and maybe you won't fall to the point where your bones are gone.

Lu Zichen carefully carried his things in his suit, he swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth, and finally made up his mind to climb over the guardrail.

This is a rooftop that is higher than the eighth floor, and if you really accidentally fall, you will never have a chance to survive. Lu Zichen suddenly thought of Shen Lulu and Shen Zhiyao, the two people who jumped off the cliff one after another.

What were they thinking about before they were dying?

Lu Zichen wiped his palms in a cold sweat on his coat, he squatted down and poked his feet out of the empty bottom. Lu Zichen carefully put down his body and climbed the edge of the roof with his hand.

The life-saving sewer pipe is close at hand, and life and death are only in his thoughts.

Lu Zichen closed his eyes and let go of his hand that was clinging to the masonry. He jumped hard and clung to the sewer pipe. It wasn't until he felt his body slowly sliding that he opened his eyes.

He won the bet.

Then, according to the plan in his mind, Lu Zichen fell to the ground without danger.

He leaned against the wall of the building, almost all of his body collapsed to the ground. He escaped, but it wasn't over.

When the plainclothes policemen found out that he was not there, they would definitely catch up. Lu Zichen didn't care about the embarrassment on his body, and hurriedly got up and rushed out, until he climbed out of the small door in the corner of the community and sat in the taxi, he felt that he was alive.

"Go to the western suburbs of the city, woods, quick!" Lu Zichen said as he turned his head to look at the situation outside the car window.

The driver turned his head to look at him in surprise, "Sir, that place is unlucky, there was an official who died in the villa mysteriously before, what are you doing in that kind of ghost place in the middle of the night?" ”

Lu Zichen turned his head and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"I said, quick!"

"Okay, don't get excited." The driver's heart trembled and he hurriedly started the car.

Seeing that no one was chasing behind him, Lu Zichen let out a long sigh of relief. He pulled out his phone and dialed his driver's number.

"Go to He Jianghai's villa, yes, now."

He held his phone tightly, as if grasping at a life-saving straw. Lu Zichen can deeply understand the feeling of fate being tightly grasped by someone hunting, but at the same time, there is another person whose fate is almost hanging by a thread.

I don't know how long it took, the doctor finally pushed open the door of the emergency room, and hurriedly walked to Mr. Luo, who was almost sitting in a stone statue.

"Sir, your brother is out of danger."

Mr. Luo hurriedly turned his head, "What's the matter with him?" ”

The doctor sighed and shook his head with some regret, "Your brother's liver is damaged, and the best time for treatment has been missed, and his liver has been extensively necrotic. ”

"What did you say?!" Mr. Luo stood up in disbelief.

Didn't Shen Zhiyao say that he was only slightly injured in his internal organs and had already recovered? No wonder he always says he won't live long...... Originally......

He's been lying to himself.

It wasn't until this moment that Mr. Luo understood what Shen Zhiya once said meant. In order to take revenge as soon as possible, he concealed his illness, if one day he found that Lu Zichen had not been arrested when he couldn't hold on, Shen Zhiyao would definitely kill him with his own hands.

Mr. Luo took two steps back in disbelief, he frowned, and lowered his head in pain.

It was a long time before he raised his head again and looked at the doctor pleadingly.

"Is there no cure?"

"Yes." The doctor nodded, "But it's too difficult, he can only change his liver like this, but it's hard to find a suitable match, alas, ......"

Shen Zhiyao's identity is a sinner, he is lurking, and there is no possibility of changing his liver at all.

"That'...... So how long will he live? ”

"It's only three months." The doctor sighed, raised his hand and patted Mr. Luo's shoulder, "Sir, you must hold on." ”

As if he couldn't hear the words of his life, Mr. Luo looked intently at the closed door of the rescue room in front of him, muttering in his mouth.

"Three-month ......"