The footprints stopped at the corner of the second floor, and the driver looked at the stairs on the third floor and turned his head to look at the factories on both sides, frowning tightly and shouting in an ugly and thick voice: "Don't hide, I already know where you are." ”

After he finished speaking, he paused, as if he felt that it was particularly brainless to say this, so he added: "Even if I don't know now, I will know later, I don't believe you can hide here for long." ”

The driver took a deep breath and listened carefully to the quiet factory trying to find the slightest sound.

But after listening to it for two minutes, I didn't feel the location of Sang Ji, and after thinking about it, I still went to the factory on the right to look for it, and threatened while looking for it, "It's been so long, I'll always find you." I advise you to come out obediently now, and I will do it lightly. If I've been looking for a long time and get impatient, then it's not negotiable. ”

Sang Ji, who was hiding on the roof of the building in the rain, clenched his fists nervously, and his heart trembled as he listened to the loud sound of equipment being overturned downstairs.

Suddenly, there were a few vibrations on the mobile phone, which was held tightly to his chest.

Sang Ji slowly lowered his head and clicked the chat page with difficulty.

[I was rushing to the abandoned factory where you are, and I also sent the news to Xu Jiamu. 】

[Be careful and protect yourself.] 】

Sang Ji clenched his fists tightly, and when he clicked on the keyboard and was about to type, the phone suddenly ran out of power and automatically turned off.

The thing that originally gave her strength disappeared in an instant, and Sangi's heart suddenly became a mess, and she kept trembling with fear.

It was getting dark, and the driver was finally on the top floor.

"I know you're here, and if you come out now, I'll be merciful." He repeated what he had just said.

Sang Ji endured the panic in his heart and covered his mouth stiffly, for fear that he would not be able to control his voice.

This time, the driver did not take a detour, but came in the direction of her side, and the tools and things that were several meters away from her were overturned one by one.

Two minutes later, the driver stopped a meter away from her and shouted, "To come out or not to come out?" ”

Sang Ji listened to his voice, the hand holding the phone tightened, and his lips trembled as if he was muttering Xu Jiamu's name.

The driver stopped for a minute, didn't wait for anyone to show his head, angrily pulled down the thing in front of him, and then kicked it hard.

In fact, he didn't have a score in his heart, and the more he searched, the more he didn't find it, the more he wondered in his heart whether the woman ran away while he wasn't paying attention.

There is a corner close to the dilapidated fence.

The driver stared closely at the place where Kuangi was hidden, and walked over to the iron railing.

The abandoned wooden frame where Sang Ji was hiding was very high, and if it was overturned, it would take a lot of effort, and the driver, who was almost unable to stand it, wanted to lean on the railing to see if there were any Tibetans in the wooden frame, but before his hand could help him, the iron railing made a "boom" sound and fell outward.

This sound not only scared Sang Ji so much that he couldn't stand it, but also scared the driver so much that he patted his chest and retreated again and again.

He didn't dare to take a step further, he was afraid that he would step on the air and fall, and it was not worth thinking about killing the man first without killing the man according to his employer.

In the end, the driver gave up the top floor and went back to the building to look for it.

Sangi felt the sound of his footsteps gradually moving away, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned her head to look at the bottom of the building beside her, only to feel that her mind was blurry.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit, and a black forehead hung down in front of him and wiped the protruding nails on the shelf, fainting on the shelf, his hand still holding his mobile phone tightly.