I rub the rub ?!? Su Lan's mind instantly sounded in her mind, the little ghost production process that Sun Junming said, draining the pregnant woman alive or something...... Su Lan stood up suddenly, and almost lifted the plate along with the knife and fork: "I, I, I, I'll tell you that this is the capital, don't mess around......"

"Eat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Eat. The fortune teller lazily waved his hand, and a cold force pressed Su Lan's shoulder and pressed him back into his seat directly, "Well, this pizza tastes good." ”

Su Lan wanted to open her mouth to call for help, but suddenly found that she couldn't even make a sound, and cold sweat suddenly flowed all over. Forced to calmly take a knife and cut off the pizza piece by piece and stuff it into his mouth, his heart was already beating like a drum. This fortune telling is really evil, what kind of trick is this? How do I let the people around me know that I've been hijacked? The question is, even if the people around you know about it, what can you do? Does anyone have what it takes to save me?

Cell phone! Oh, and mobile phones! Su Lan was still idly fiddling with the food on the plate on the table with one hand, and sneaked into her trouser pocket with the other hand, took out her mobile phone and flipped to Zhang Xuan's address book. Just send her a distress message......

The same cold feeling brushed from her wrist, and Su Lan somehow suddenly lost her wrist, and the phone snapped and fell to the ground. The fortune teller bent down to pick it up, took it in his hand, looked at it over and over, and raised an eyebrow: "Love crazy 6?" I just want to have one.,If you're not willing to pay for the meal, this phone will give me the money for the meal.。 ”

It's over, it's over, this is over, Su Lan's hand holding the fork has already begun to tremble, and she forced herself to hold it with her other hand so that the food on the fork doesn't fall. The fortune teller thought for a while, and beckoned to the waiter: "Another cappuccino." ”

Forty minutes later, Su Lan, with an empty wallet, walked out of the restaurant behind the fortune teller. The fortune teller went around for a long time and came to the door of a courtyard with a closed door, and after a few clicks on the door knocker, a Beijing film voice came from inside: "Who is outside?" ”

"Got it." The answer to the fortune teller is not what is asked. There was no sound inside, and after two minutes of silence, a middle-aged man dressed as a rickshaw driver in a sweatshirt opened the door and looked Su Lan up and down: "Is this kid?" ”

"He has photos and Zhang Xuan's communication method on his phone, and he can't be wrong." The answer to the fortune teller.

"That's okay, let's go, don't make the boss wait too long."

"Wait, where are you going to kidnap me-" Su Lan was just about to speak when the fortune teller covered her mouth, the smell of mud and sweat on the hand of the fortune teller made Su Lan nauseous, and when she let go of her hand, Su Lan found that she couldn't speak again. The coachman smiled: "You underworld master, there are really a lot of ways to make this kid lose consciousness and follow us directly?" ”

"I'm going to have to bow my head, and I'm too lazy to put so much effort into him."

"Hey. It's amazing. The coachman said that he pushed his hand on Su Lan's shoulder, and Su Lan staggered a few steps to stop, "Boy, don't want to make any noise, I promise you that you won't suffer much from this Daoist master." ”

I won't suffer much from you, and the animals obediently follow the butcher and go faster into the slaughterhouse. Su Lan took a deep breath, the suffocating feeling of spell imprisonment in her throat gradually disappeared, and she asked in a dumb voice, "Can I ask, who are the two masters going to escort me to?" ”

"What's in a hurry, you'll know when you see it." The driver took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and replied lazily while spitting out the smoke ring.