Hai Tingwa screamed, Mo Chen was also anxious, and immediately smashed Zhanpeng with the candlestick, and the glimmer of light reflecting Zhanpeng was immediately extinguished, accompanied by the sound of the candlestick falling to the ground. Then Mo Chen slammed into front of him, but he fell into the air, and Zhan Peng didn't stand in front of him. Mo Chen didn't dare to delay, and according to the memory when he came, he pulled Meng Xinyao and the others and ran down the stairs desperately.

Mo Chen silently counted the steps of the stairs in his heart, but he still missed the last step, Mo Chen stumbled and didn't stand firmly, and the two behind him couldn't stop, and they hit Mo Chen's body with a bang, and the three of them fell together with a bang, and the sound of pain was repeated.

"Give me your hand!" Mo Chen shouted.

In the dark, separation is the most terrible thing, Mo Chen's hand tentatively touched the people around him.

The slender and soft fingertips slammed with Mo Chen, and by the touch Mo Chen knew that it was Meng Xinyao's hand, so he held it tightly in his hand.

Then, Mo Chen and Meng Xinyao stood up with each other's arms, and Mo Chen asked, "Haiting!" Where are you? Give it to me. ”

"I'm here, I'm pulling Yaoyao! Where are you? Haiting replied.

Listening to Haiting's voice, it was not far from Mo Chen's side, but Mo Chen was shocked. Haiting said that he was pulling Meng Xinyao? But Mo Chen himself is now holding Meng Xinyao's hands, and the two of them are helping each other up, so who is Haiting pulling?

A line of cold sweat flowed down Mo Chen's forehead, and at this moment, Meng Xinyao suddenly said, "Mo Chen! Come to us. ”

Mo Chen clearly heard that the direction of the source of Meng Xinyao's voice was the direction of Haiting.

Mo Chen's heart tightened, and his fingertips tentatively touched the hand he was holding, his skin was delicate and his fingers were slender.

"My hands are beautiful!" Suddenly, Zhan Peng's voice sounded opposite Mo Chen.

Although Mo Chen couldn't see the silhouette of the other party clearly, in his heart, he relied on the memory of Zhanpeng's figure to outline the general shape of Zhanpeng standing opposite.

Mo Chen pulled out his hands violently, picked up his arms, and punched the other party fiercely.

What Mo Chen imagined in his mind was that his fist hit Zhanpeng's side face, and the punch he made did hit the opponent's body, but it was unknown whether it was accurate on the face.

In the darkness, there was a burst of clicking metal grinding sounds, restless and uneasy, accompanied by Haiting's anxious shouting, "Why can't you open it!" ”

Mo Chen remembered that when he came, it was Meng Xinyao who locked the door, but she just plugged in the deadbolt, how could she not open it.

It was too late to give Mo Chen time to think nonsense, and suddenly Mo Chen's throat tightened, and a strong pain immediately came from his neck.

Mo Chen grabbed his neck with both hands, and was strangled by Zhan Peng's "rope" twisted into a few thin wires.

"Uh...... Uh......" Mo Chen groaned in pain, and the strength on his neck dragged him to the ground on his back.

Meng Xinyao and the others heard that Mo Chen's voice was wrong, and Meng Xinyao asked sharply, "Mo Chen!!, what's wrong with you?" Immediately after, Mo Chen heard Meng Xinyao's eager running, but he didn't know what her leg tripped over, and it made two thumping sounds.

The strong feeling of suffocation made Mo Chen breathless, and the wire around his neck seemed to be embedded in his flesh, and he refused to let him go.

Just as Mo Chen struggled, Mo Chen's foot seemed to kick something, making a crisp clicking sound.

Is it a candlestick? Mo Chen thought so in his heart, just now he smashed the candlestick at Zhanpeng, and the candlestick seemed to be missing, and rolled down the stairs all the way to the first floor.

Mo Chen clutched the wire with both hands, his fingertips were a little sticky, thinking that he was too hard, and his fingertips were punctured and bleeding.

On the other hand, Mo Chen struggled to reach the candlestick with his foot, and it took a lot of effort, and when Mo Chen almost thought that he was going to be strangled, the candlestick finally kicked Mo Chen's waist.

Mo Chen held his breath, freed up one hand, grabbed the candlestick violently, and stabbed it fiercely in the direction of the top of his head.

A muffled sound fell to the ground, and then Mo Chen felt his neck loosen, and finally gasped smoothly.

"Ahem!! ......" Mo Chen gasped for breath, his neck was about strangled by wire, and his epidermis was still very painful.

At this moment, Haiting shouted, "It's open!" ”

At the same time, the room suddenly returned to light, and Meng Xinyao couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah~~~!" ”

Immediately afterwards, Haiting slammed the door that had just been pushed open and slammed it shut.

Mo Chen stared at everything in front of him in shock, and cold sweat involuntarily slid down his cheeks......

"You...... You...... You kill ...... Killed......" Haiting stammered, his fingers trembling and pointing to Zhan Peng lying on the ground.

Mo Chen couldn't get back to his senses for a while, he stared at Zhan Peng on the ground on his back in a daze, and couldn't help but tremble.

There was a sharp weapon stuck in the top of Zhan Peng's head, it was a short sword with a black handle, and the sharp blade of the sword was straight into Jin Peng's head. Gurgling red blood flowed on the floor, dazzling and stunning, and the breath quickly filled the entire hall.

Mo Chen couldn't figure it out, what he obviously caught was a candlestick, how did it turn into a short sword, his eyes glanced around in a panic, the candlestick that had been blocked by the self-defense weapon, was lying on the first and a half floor of the tarzander at the moment. The elegant old silver, which seemed to be mocking him, was still unknown at this point.

"This ...... It's not ...... Unscientific. Mo Chen said in a panic, "The human skull is so hard, and I don't use much force, how can I ...... it all at once?" Plug it in. Mo Chen's words were almost silent at the end of his words.

The incident happened suddenly, and this thing is really strange, just like Mo Chen said, his casual counterattack actually cost Zhanpeng's life and made himself a murderer.

What's even more inexplicable is, where did this short knife come from? Mo Chen didn't remember seeing this short knife before.

The gorgeous pattern on the handle of the short knife matches the wall decoration in the house, but Mo Chen still feels that it is unreasonable, if this short knife is used for decoration, then the short knife will not be so sharp. Besides, no shopkeeper would put such a dangerous thing in the store, and once the customer was cut, it would be terrible.

Zhan Peng, who was lying on the ground, stared at him incredibly, and his chest without heaving symbolized that he would never get up again.

He ...... He may still be alive! Mo Chen crawled up to Zhanpeng, and his trembling hand reached under Zhanpeng's nose.

"Ahh Mo Chen stepped back violently and sat on the ground with a grunt.

Haiting leaned against the door, using his body to top the door, he hesitated and asked, "Let's call the police!" ”

"Can't call the police!" Meng Xinyao shouted, "The police are here, they will definitely ......" She looked at Mo Chen reluctantly, and Mo Chen looked back gratefully.

Mo Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, he remembered that Haiting had called Zhanpeng just now in order to verify Zhanpeng's identity.

So, Mo Chen took out his mobile phone from his body, dialed Zhanpeng's number, and the busy sound of waiting sounded loudly, tugging at the heartstrings of everyone present......