"Yes, I was holding my head to avoid being kicked by those people, and at the same time I heard a car driving past the entrance of the alley, and then another car crashed into the opposite wall, and one of the guys who beat people went to the mouth of the alley to take a look, and said that someone was coming, and they left."

"Oh, well, that's a trifle. Now, I have to go. ”

Che Songhe reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and said.

It's just that she doesn't drive often, and the strength of hitting the wall is not grasped well, I wanted to scratch it gently, but I was dizzy and dizzy, and my neck was twisted for several days.

This Zhang Yichao's debt-bonded second-hand car, she will not be kind enough to repair it.

The other party understood and moved to the side.

I don't know if it's because of the cold autumn rain or because of his body, he shivered all over.

Cha Song Ha smiled at him comfortingly, lit the fire and prepared to leave.

At this time, the other party suddenly ran over and knocked on the car glass, "That, I live in Suxiang, No. 191, and I was beaten near my house that day, the first room on the second floor by the stairs." I don't have a phone, if anything I can help please feel free to come to me, or you come and I'll write you an IOU..."

Che Songhe's eyes widened, not knowing what he was thinking, and then nodded slightly.

The Su Lane of Nanyong Road is a piece of private houses.

It is somewhat similar to the urban villages in some cities. The house was divided into many small rooms and rented to outsiders.

The road is not easy to walk, it is full of alleys, and the car can only take the only way to drive in, which is more attention-grabbing.

Within a few days, there will be a market in Suxiang, and the surrounding villagers will sell everything they can sell, and when they are scattered, the ground will be like a huge garbage dump.

When it rains, not to mention standing water, you will never get out of this alley without half a wet trouser leg.

The modern girl in the city who has been cultivated countless artistic atmospheres looks out of place and does not match at all in a simple and informal environment.

Men and women would look at her with sly and eccentric eyes, as if they were exhibits to be watched.

But Che Songhe still came, she probed her head to look for the house number, and finally pushed open the vermilion iron door of No. 191 that had lost its paint, and saw rooms of the same size, which looked like motels abroad.

The yard is full of all kinds of debris, broken bicycles, broken baskets, all kinds of construction waste, near the staircase on the first floor, three middle-aged ladies are chatting while choosing vegetables in a language they don't understand, and a little boy who is very energetic except for his dark skin and has not yet reached the age of kindergarten is kicking the small stones in the yard and kicking them over.

When the middle-aged ladies saw her come in, they were talking about something while looking at her, and she suddenly felt a little chilly, as if she had walked into a strange place where it was easy to get in and difficult to get out.

She was bold and pretended to be calm, and went to the second floor as if she was looking for someone.

Every step up the stairs reminded her of the time when her parents were still separated, when she lived in the family home. The difference was that it was a territory she knew well, and now she set foot in a realm that she knew nothing about. It's so unsettling, like breaking into a strange battlefield, the enemy has weapons and comrades, but she is the only one who is bare-handed and not very bright.

She wondered if someone would never be able to get out if someone closed the door at this time.

Counting, there are eight rooms on the second floor.

She pulled the phone out of her pocket and pretended to be messaging someone as she typed through the hallway on the second floor. She had to pretend to walk to the end of the hallway, and then walk back as if she hadn't found anyone, in order to observe the situation in the first room where He Lijin lived.

She hadn't taken two steps before she felt a chill on her back.

The door to the first room on the second floor was ajar, but when she glanced in from the corner of her eye, it seemed that no one was there, and by the time she had settled down a little, the hallway had already come to an end. She only had one chance left, and she had to look at the first room again when she returned, and then leave the house as if nothing had happened.

She looked down at the ladies downstairs, but thankfully no one was paying attention to her at the moment.

This time she had a good look at the room.

A small round table, an old-fashioned folding chair, a green plastic barstool, a single bed. There were a few empty beer bottles on the table, a liquor bottle with half of the liquid left, a few small green peaches that looked like they had been blown off by the wind, and the bed was covered with cheap chemical fiber sheets, and there were bags stuffed under the bed in the shape of luggage.

The room was not particularly clean or sloppy, the walls were dark, and you could smell musty when you stood at the door. On the north wall, there is a king-sized ruyi knot, and in the middle is a golden word "Fu".

This is the small supermarket at the entrance of the alley, and when she came in, she saw a lot of stalls in front of the small supermarket, exactly the same. The whole room is only a dozen square meters, a total of one room.

At this time, Che Songhe felt that she was finished, and she was facing an unprecedented difficulty.

Downstairs there was a sound of greeting, and one of the ladies was talking to the man carrying a bundle of beer, and the thin man, answering as he walked up the stairs, while she stood motionless at the door of the man's room.

Her mind was blank, and she only knew that if she went downstairs at this time, she would definitely be discovered by the oncoming people.

The man was a criminal, a terrorist who had been in prison for many years.

She had nowhere to hide, she didn't even see a women's toilet on the second floor, except for the locked door, only the open-air corridor.

Reason told her that she should hurry up and find a way out of the looming predicament. But the tragic reality is that she finds that her brain is completely unable to think calmly due to nervousness, and it is grinding some boundless ideas.

For example, should I call Jiang Meina and ask her to call the police, should I call Zhang Yichao and ask him to find a few big men to rescue her, if she hadn't been killed at that time, why did she insist on others to save her.

She seemed to have heard footsteps on the stairs, and the chill down her spine slowly crept in, and perhaps she could only use her acting skills to ask him to help explain her presence.

She had to come up with a plausible reason, or it would only sound more suspicious.

Suddenly, her wrists were grabbed by a pair of large, powerful hands, and she panicked and wanted to scream, but the man covered her mouth with his other hand. She looked at the other man in horror and stared at him motionless for two or three seconds. After confirming that she would not scream, the other party lowered the hand covering her mouth and pulled her down the stairs to walk quickly.

Che Songhe felt that she had lost the ability to think in an instant due to fear, and she had long lost the ability to think, she couldn't describe her inner activities, and her brain couldn't function, she only knew to follow others stupidly.

The man took her to the fourth floor, made her climb the iron staircase that led to the roof platform, and dragged her along the roof to a nearby house, down the rusty ladder of the house, and then through the open door of the house.

As long as it is a private house that is rented out and has a large number of tenants, the door is usually open during the day, and the door is locked only late at night.