The person in front of her also began to become blurry, and she wanted to touch the pendant hanging around her neck, which was also an alarm and a tracker, but her hand was grabbed halfway, and someone asked her: "What do you look like?" Why don't you go to sleep first? ”

Fan Jia bit her lip vigorously and smiled reluctantly: "No, Mr. Zhou, aren't you going to take me to dinner?" Let me think about it again, let's go to dinner first......" The person had already fallen into an embrace, and someone was touching her face and scolded softly: "Little girl, want to go?" No way, it's you, let's take our time, there's more to it than that. ”

Fan Jia used all her strength, pushed him away, and ran to the door. But after running two steps, he caught up, he slapped her in the face, and then grabbed her waist and dragged her to the sofa. Fan Jia's anger came up all of a sudden, although the person stumbled, hit him in the chest with an elbow, and raised another punch, right in the door. Where did Mr. Zhou think of this half-faint weak female student, and this hand, with a long nosebleed for a while, angry and anxious, holding and taking a step back.

Fan Jia's blood has risen, although she is dizzy, it is still not a problem to solve the middle-aged scum, she picked up the large glass ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it towards Mr. Zhou's head. The first time he dodged in embarrassment, he didn't hit, and was just about to call someone: "Come on......" Fan Jia backhanded again, hitting him in the head, and saw him shake a little, and the person was planted on the ground.

Fan Jia ran out of the door, but as soon as she looked up, she saw several figures walking in the distance. Fortunately, there were stairs on both sides, and she closed the door, turned her head, and ran down. As soon as she ran to the second floor, she almost fell to her knees, she knew that she was about to die, and when she reached out and touched her neck, the whole person was cold. No, the alarm and tracking pendant are not there, it must have been ripped off when I was fighting with Mr. Zhou just now.

The second floor has not been disturbed, and there is no one in the quiet corridor. But the footsteps upstairs were near, and although she closed the door, how long could she hide it? In case they find Mr. Zhou in a pool of blood, they will chase after him. Fan Jia's head was dizzy, and her limbs were also losing strength, she struggled, relying on the only remaining consciousness, opened the nearest door beside her, and dodged in.

The room was dark and quiet, it seemed to be a storage room. Fan Jia touched the shelf and moved to the window step by step. Looking at the blurred light and shadow coming through the window, she thought, this is the second floor, according to her skills, jumping down will break a bone at most, You Mingxu they will definitely be able to see it, and the evidence can be brought out. That's great. The grievances and deaths of those two girls can finally be revealed.

When she finally "crawled" to the window, her eyes were so black that she almost fainted, and she could only hear her own rapid breathing in her ears. She bit her lip hard, the smell of blood filled, and then she reached out and grabbed the windowsill. Just as he was about to turn out, there was a sound behind him. A cold hand reached out from behind and hugged her waist, and the other hand covered her mouth.

Fan Jia's eyes widened, and tears welled up at once. However, she had no strength to resist, and the man slowly carried her back into the darkness. Fan Jiamo vaguely listened to the footsteps outside the door and ran by, unwilling to look back, but she was held down by the man. While the two were entangled, they also knocked down the shelf next to them, and things fell to the ground with a bang. But the man's hand kept on her mouth and bound her to death. Fan Jia's eyes finally darkened and softened in his arms.