Without thinking too much, I hurried upstairs.

When I first came in, I could see that the roofs of these floors were common.

In other words, I still have the opportunity to go upstairs and then go down another staircase.

With this in mind, I dialed the police station and ran upstairs.

In order not to attract the attention of those two people, I had to lighten my steps and tiptoe up.

This time I managed to get around the two men and hurriedly ducked into another level.

I dialed the police station, but I couldn't tell my specific address, and the other party could only say that they could come to me as much as possible, and according to what she said, I had to rely on myself during the time they came.

Swallowing, I gripped the fruit knife in my hand tightly, it was the only thing I could defend myself from at the moment.

If something happens and I am caught up by those people, I will have to kill myself with this knife.

With the thought that I must live, I hurried upstairs and curled up on the penultimate floor.

From this position, I can just see if anyone will come on the roof, and I can also sense whether someone will come up downstairs.

No matter where the other person came from, I could have some distance to escape.

The time spent hiding in one place passed quickly, and I don't know how long I stayed.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near, and at first I only heard this footstep coming from downstairs.

Almost subconsciously, I ran upstairs, but before I reached the roof, there was a sound of footsteps from upstairs.

Could it be that the two people who captured me realized something, so the soldiers came to arrest me in two ways?

This question involuntarily floated through my mind, and I clenched the knife in my hand and gritted my teeth and went upstairs.

When I first went upstairs, I didn't see anything, but soon the man appeared in front of me.

"You're here!" He had a grim look, and the wound on his arm had already scabbed.

But I know he won't let me go easily.

Taking a deep breath, I swung the fruit knife in my hand and rushed towards him.

This guy was probably afraid of the weapon in my hand, and instead of going head-to-head with the two of us, he retreated a few steps.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I went straight down another staircase through the gap he had let out.

I ran out of breath along the way, afraid that I would be caught by these two men in the next second.

If they get caught, the consequences are unimaginable.

"You can't run away!" The man shouted from the top of the building, and I was scared to the core.

At this time, I was almost at the bottom of the building, and as long as I went out and went upstairs from another floor, I still had a chance to escape.

With this thought, I didn't dare to stop, I only dared to run out step by step.

But I didn't expect that when I was on the first floor, I met the person who was driving.

"I didn't expect you to really hide in this level." He looked at me with a sinister smile.

At this time, the man who was chasing me from behind also walked down, and the two of them blocked my front and back roads.

I knew I couldn't escape, but I clenched the knife in my hand and tried to do it again.

But the man behind me had already stepped forward and strangled me.

Weakness, a feeling of suffocation instantly enveloped me.

In a trance, I really wanted to see a figure of a person hurrying towards me.