I used to be a special forces, and it didn't take much effort to untie my hands and feet, but I did put a lot of effort into it, and I felt like I was about to collapse.

Finally untied from my hands, I was relieved that hope was just around the corner.

It is said that men have thirty-one flowers, I just turned thirty this year, and my mother has found a fortune teller to calculate it, saying that I am destined to commit peach blossoms this year. If it is mixed well, it is peach blossom luck, and if it is not mixed well, it is peach blossom disaster.

My mother donated incense money to a famous temple in City B, and the host master saw that my mother was very pious and pointed out a clear way for my mother.

Asked my mom to buy some pairs of red pants for me to wear, and said she could help me transport them.

Although I wore those red pants every day, the god of luck did not favor me.

Just as I took a breath and prepared to untie my feet again.

The clown appeared in the doorway, and he stared coldly at it for a full twenty seconds.

I knew I had to make one last ditch, and while the odds weren't good, I wasn't a bad breed.

When he came towards me, I threw a fist at him.

That fist used a lot of strength, but it didn't even touch the corner of the clown's clothes.

Instead, it was me, who punched him hard.

That punch knocked me to the ground, and I couldn't help myself for a long time.

His red mouth was a little ugly.

"Hmph, I underestimated your ability as a special soldier, but you'd better not play tricks with me, I'm afraid that I will kill you on a whim, and this game will not be fun."

That day, I paid some price for my actions and suffered some flesh wounds.

Fortunately, my skin is rough enough and my flesh is thick enough, but it is just some flesh wounds.

He vented enough, blindfolded me again, and dragged the hem of my clothes towards the door step by step.

When I woke up again, I was already in this wet place.

That dripping sound doesn't stop, I don't know where this is?

I tried to struggle, trying to rub the blindfold off.

But it didn't work out, I grew weaker and weaker, and the clown never gave me food and water again.

He said it was punishment for disobedience, and he didn't keep me awake for long.

When the pungent veil covered my mouth and nose again, I didn't make it to the fifth minute.

The last thought in my mind was, Yi Tian, you are my idol, this time, you can't let me down, otherwise, I won't spare you if I go to another world.

I still have a lot of attachment to this world.

Tang Tian, my beloved girl, I still want to enter the palace of marriage with her.

Then give birth to a bunch of dolls to raise, that will be the life I yearn for the most.

And my parents, they only have me as a son, and I don't want them to experience the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

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Day 6.

The night was deep, and under the influence of a tropical storm, City B was more muggy than ever this summer.

The weather forecast says that City B is experiencing a hot day not seen in 20 years.

Some citizens said with a little ridicule that such weather is sweating with the air conditioner on, could it be that the end of the world is coming?

The trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop, the sea breeze is a little fanatical, dancing the enchanting samba dance, blowing the branches of the community to the side.

The West Bay Apartment is not lively, not to mention that on such a sultry night, everyone hides in the air-conditioned room and does not want to come out.

In the wee hours of the morning, a black Toyota sedan slid into the West Bay apartment.

The people who got out of the car were a little strange, I was afraid that they were not allergic to the sea breeze, and they were still fully armed on a hot day, with black trousers and black long-sleeved shirts.

His figure is tall and straight, to be honest, such a good figure is simply bent if he doesn't go to modeling.

It's a pity that his face is blocked by a big black mask, and he is wearing a pair of big sunglasses at night.

He had a clear purpose, and walked straight towards Building B, where the elevator kept going up and stopped on the 8th floor.

Between the two doors, he hesitated for a moment, and the two doors looked at each other, quiet and gentle.

He finally chose 802, pushed open the door, and the room was deserted.

Since she moved here, he was here for the first time because of the officer's presence.

The room has her unique scent, fresh and elegant, the difference is that the air is filled with a man's turbidity.

He was a little upset, why could the officer sleep next to her?

He raised his foot and kicked twice on the closed wooden door of the second bedroom, but he didn't expect the wooden door to be very strong, and the reaction force transmitted a sharp pain to his toes.

He turned and sat on the couch for a long time, and after the pain had passed, the door had been tempting him.

He got up, walked over, and opened the door.

Hehe, unlike in the past, now her futon is spread out smoothly, without even a trace of wrinkles.

It's not her style, it must be the work of that officer.

He lay down, and the wing of his nose was filled with that intoxicating smell.

Spread out her arms and stir the futon on both sides, a mess, this is her style.

In the darkness, he stared at the ceiling and grinned to himself.

Almost the next second, he fell into a deep sleep.

It's been a long time, and I've never wanted to sleep so much at this moment, as if I wanted to never wake up.

However, after all, you can't sleep too long.

A nocturnal walker who walks in the dark of night does not deserve such a comfortable sleep.

He had a dream in which she became his bride, and under the arched bridge made of thousands of flowers, she was dressed in a white wedding dress, and like an angel, a young man took her hand and walked towards him.

Walked in slowly, just as her hand was about to go into his.

Heaven and earth fell one by one, and she became hideous.

The hand turned into a sharp knife and slashed straight at him.

Although he dodged away, the knife still made him see blood.

I don't know when, I also have a sharp knife in my hand.

Could this be the legendary love and killing?

Uncontrollably, he took the knife and swung it at her, slash after slash.

The white wedding dress was splattered with bright red blood, and she fell in front of him.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the sound of the metal colliding with the ground was particularly crisp.

He woke up and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be just a dream, and this dream was too real.

Fortunately, I woke up in time.

It was not yet dawn, and he still had a lot of things to do.

Today is the seventh day, and the time he gave the officer is running out, if he hasn't found Wang Tong before 12 noon.

Wang Tong, the young police officer, will end his life at 12 o'clock.

To be honest, he overestimated Yi Tian, he thought that the man who could make her look down on him must be so perverted.

I see, that's just it.

He had planned that if the officer won the game this time, he could be slower in order to reward him.

Now, it seems, his next goal has been set.