I could clearly feel Qingliu chasing after me. But I can't turn back, I can't stop, I'm going to play cat and mouse with him in this huge villa.

I suddenly had a game I used to play on my computer, called "Escape", in which the protagonist was just like me at this time, unarmed, injured, and constantly facing the pursuit of the wicked man with the murder weapon.

I ran up to the second floor as fast as I could, and found that the door from the second floor to the third floor had been opened at some point.

It may have been opened by Li Hao, maybe he was in it at this time.

But I don't have a choice right now. The second floor was full of guest rooms, and apart from the windows that led to the outside of the villa, there was no place for me to escape. What's more, those windows are almost 5 meters above the ground, and if I fall down and break my foot, I will be completely dead.

Before I had time to think about it, I could already hear the sound of footsteps behind me stomping on the wooden staircase.

"Shao Feng, you still want to play a game of hide and seek with me, don't struggle, give up, really, tonight, it is impossible for you to survive in this villa."

Qing Liu's voice came from behind, and his words were like invisible ghosts in the darkness, shuttling around this room.

If I hadn't seen him stab the sharp knife in his hand into my arm, I really couldn't believe that Qing Liu would be the one who would be in the same league with Li Hao.

Sure enough, I couldn't see through the hearts of the people around me. Just like I didn't see through Fang Jing, I didn't see through these so-called friends.

I chose to flee to the third floor anyway. I hope that my luck is good enough to seize a glimmer of life.

I ran through the door that connected the third and second floors, and then reflexively closed the door, and luckily for me, the door was keyless and could be relocked from the inside.

So I locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a sudden violent banging sound at the door, it was Qing Liu, who was banging on the door fiercely outside.

"Shao Feng, don't hide! Do you want to starve to death in there? There was nothing on the third floor of this villa, which was where Li Hao and the others used to stack their sundries. You can rest assured, you can't do anything in it, you can only wait for death slowly. It's better to come out obediently, I promise, and let you die a happy death. ”

Qing Liu shouted loudly outside the door.

I ignored him, firstly to leave myself a little bit of energy, and secondly, I didn't want him to know how I was in the inside.

I endured bouts of pain in my left arm and the discomfort of being soaked after running in the rainy night. I ripped some strips of cloth off my clothes and did a simple bandage on the wound on my left arm. The blood was still running down my arm, but it was partially coagulated.

I looked up and tried my best to survey the small space in the darkness.

It wasn't what I imagined, it wasn't a third floor, it was just a small attic for storing miscellaneous items.

I could clearly smell the strong smell of dust coming from the room, and the smell of rotting wood from some of the tattered wooden furniture. There was no more sound of crashing or talking outside the door behind him, and it seemed that Qing Liu had given up on persuading me to come out, and instead chose to wait quietly for the rabbit.

I stood up and walked around the small, shabby and dark attic, hoping to find something of value.

But alas, in addition to some useless miscellaneous items and furniture, there are some old newspapers and magazines, and there is a bookshelf in the innermost part of the attic.

I took out my phone, and by the light of it, I saw that these magazines and newspapers were from the last century. It seems that Li Hao is right, the age of this villa is indeed a long time ago.

Judging from the age of these things alone, this house is actually an old house that is more than 40 years old.

I sat down on the ground in despair, helplessness and despair suddenly filling my body. Qingliu is right, I have nothing in this place, I can only wait for death.

I can't get out alive anymore, I can't see the sun outside anymore.

Tomorrow must be a good day. Ouyang Qian, who is still working in the S City Police Station, will definitely go to work happily as usual; My mom and dad will definitely continue to live their retirement lives as usual, and continue to do their own thing.

I don't know if Weilan escaped, whether she was caught by Li Hao, or whether she was hurt by them.

I suddenly felt a little tired and stopped thinking. The blood in his left arm was still flowing, gradually staining the cloth wrapped around the wound red. I could feel my life ticking away, like a faucet that was about to run out, still dripping the last few drops of water from the pipe.

That's it...... Dead.

No, I don't want to die in this shabby place, I just open the door and fight Qingliu, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope for life.

Thinking of this, I struggled to my feet, trying to get up and open the door and meet my own death sooner.

The moment I stood up, my eyes suddenly stopped on the bookshelf. It stood quietly in the innermost part of the attic, but it didn't look like the most dilapidated thing in the room.

I looked at the space around the attic again, and an idea occurred to me.

That's right, this loft isn't necessarily too small. Before we entered this villa, I could clearly see that this villa was a square shape, and the size of this attic, compared to the size of this villa, seemed too strange, and it was obvious that it was not all the space on the third floor.

I walked briskly towards the bookshelf, hit it with the light of my phone, and found that the middle two parts of the bookshelf were not visibly dusty.

My heart raced. It seems that those episodes that happened in the movie are about to happen to me.

I reached out my hands and gently grabbed the non-dusty part of the shelf, finding that my hand was just within reach of the outline.

As soon as I exerted my strength, the entire bookshelf was pulled open from the inside out.

A ray of light flooded into my vision, and although it wasn't strong, I could make out it in the darkness.

It was the light of the candle.

I came to another room, and in the middle of this room was a large round table. The round table was covered with dust, but there was nothing.