Chapter 22: Get rid of stalking
(September 27) countdown day 94
"Nima, are you going to jump or not?"
"Jump, beauty, one jump to relieve a thousand sorrows!"
"Good sister, wait for me, wait for me to jump downstairs."
"The stunning stunner who wanders among 11 men - the true story behind the woman who jumped off the building in Wansheng Building in C City"
"The jump is very stable, the difficulty of turning is high, the air posture is complete, there are not many blood stains, and the water splash pressure is good, this jump, I scored full marks."
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Yao Xiaoyi, who had just experienced a life and death escape, was in shock, and the frightened Yao Xiaoyi ushered in another violent emotional impact, her sister died, and she was reduced to a group of spectators who were the talk of malicious pastime without dignity.
Escaping from the cave, Yao Xiaoyi realized that the threat had not been lifted. She didn't know where the threat came from and for what purpose. The other party took great pains to plan a series of kidnapping scenes of "street encounters - using repayment as bait to deceive trust - using repayment as bait to deceive people into getting into the car - so that they fell into a coma - drove the car into the barren mountains and wilderness - threw themselves into a cave with their hands tied behind their backs", and there must be a huge conspiracy hidden behind it.
She cautiously sneaked back to her rented apartment, changed her clothes, and just lifted the curtains halfway through the cracks, she saw two people pointing downstairs in the direction of her room, one of whom was the man she had met on the street that day.
She flashed back from the window and didn't hesitate to pack up her laptop, papers, bank cards, and other necessary items. She rushed out of the room, quickly came to the elevator entrance on the 24th floor, glanced at the elevator that was going up, walked up the stairs to the elevator entrance on the 23rd floor, and pressed another downward elevator. Passing the time of running about three floors of elevators, she entered the downward elevator. There were a few people in the elevator. She pressed down on the second floor, walked to the first floor after exiting the elevator on the second floor, and walked through a narrow passage to quickly exit the apartment building through the back door.
With her familiarity with the road section, she turned several alleys one after another, observed whether there were any suspicious people behind her through the shop windows on both sides of the street from time to time, and then took out cash from the ATM, and then turned into a mobile phone ** store next to her, cleverly did not leave her identity information, bought a new mobile phone, and then took a taxi to the door of a hotel that looked very cheap.
She repeated her old trick and pretended to be shy and told the hotel waiter that she was here to book a room to go on a date with her boyfriend, and that she had not graduated from college and did not want to leave her ID card information in the hotel.
"I can pay double the price of the room." She said.
The hotel waiter looked like "I know very well" and checked her in.
On the rental, she dialed her sister's new mobile phone number and found that it was still turned off. It was also after turning on the new mobile phone in the taxi that she knew for sure that 70 hours had passed since she had escaped from the cave in the BMW and now sat in the taxi, which was more than three days and three nights without a single meal.
She entered the hotel room and turned on her laptop while waiting for the instant noodles to bubble up, wanting to learn what had happened to her missing for three days and three nights, but she was the first to find out about her sister's disappearance.
My sister died, and her only relative in this world committed suicide by jumping from a 40-story building in City C. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief from the grief of losing her sister, she was swept up in a great rage.
The news about my sister's suicide on the Internet is overwhelming, and the malicious slanderous remarks of those boring spectators are like a knife cutting through the one-piece red dress that my sister wore when she died tragically on the ground, and she also stabbed herself in the heart. They complained that their sister was delaying and delaying their time; They confront their sister's body that is still alive and talk about the sexuality of this corpse; …… They consume a living woman and her corpse after death coldly and greedily as if they were an object.
Yao Xiaoyi was knocked down by grief and anger at the same time, only to feel that her eyes were dark, and her forehead slammed heavily on the keyboard. Just as her body was about to slip off the chair, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed the edge of the computer desk, and one fingernail was cut alive.
She came to her senses, grabbed the bowl of instant noodles that had been soaked a long time ago, and poured the soup and noodles into her mouth in a big gulp.
"Yao Xiaoyi, you have no right to cry!" She pressed back the tears in her eyes and told herself, "You're not the 22-year-old college girl anymore, you have to live a different way!" ”
A bowl of instant noodles poured into her stomach, and she felt that she was completely alive, and her weak body was recovering rapidly. She sat back down in front of her computer, combing through what had happened in the past few days.
She didn't believe that her sister would commit suicide, and when her sister called her for the last time, she said that she would come to Q City to see her when she came back from a business trip. By the way, didn't my sister say that she was going on a business trip for a week? Why is it still in City C? Why did her phone keep turning off after that call? What made my sister jump off the building to her death? Is there a necessary connection between the kidnapping of myself for no reason and the death of my sister?
After thinking about it, I couldn't find a single answer. She wants to return to City C as soon as possible, the sooner the better, but she still needs to make some necessary preparations for now.
She remembered a news item she had seen a few days before the accident, saying that a Q City makeup trainer could make herself look like anyone she had ever met, and the resemblance was enough to be fake, and the Mona Lisa makeup she imitated amazed the world, attracting the attention of Western media such as the Daily Mail.
She searched the news again, went to the trainer's blog, and found the makeup tutorial that the trainer had uploaded to the blog. These tutorials will be an important tool for her to return to City C to implement the plan.
She carefully watched the tutorials, made brief notes on the key points, and then experimented with her own face, trying to transform herself into a Mona Lisa.
She is talented and intelligent, with a high level of understanding, and has been influenced by her sister beautician for a long time, she learned to make up and quickly entered the state. A few hours later, she literally transformed her face into a Mona Lisa, and the resemblance surprised even herself.
She searched for several portrait photos with high definition, carefully observed the facial features of these faces, saved them in her mobile phone, and searched for some materials, which were stored in a notebook.
She booked a high-speed rail ticket to City C early tomorrow morning, set the alarm clock, threw her tired body into bed, and fell asleep.