As the air in the black bag became less and less, Song Qingchun breathed more and more hard.

The lack of oxygen made her already flustered heart become desperate little by little, and her body trapped in the black bag began to tremble uncontrollably.

The car turned a corner and was relatively quiet, but the road began to be uneven and the car was very bumpy.

When Song Qingchun was shaken and almost vomited, the car stopped, she heard the sound of the car door being pushed open, and then the door in front of her head was opened, accompanied by the cold air blowing into the car, Song Qingchun, who was in the bag, was dragged out of the car, and then the person carried her on her shoulders and began to walk.

His pace was very fast, one foot deep and one foot shallow, Song Qingchun's head was facing down, and the blood was flowing backwards, causing her to be more uncomfortable than when she was bumped in the car.

Song Qingchun didn't know where she was taken by this person, she faintly heard the sound of steel colliding, and then she was carried by that person and took two steps to a high place, and she didn't know where she entered, she was thrown to the ground by that person.

Her back hit something similar to an iron bar, and Song Qingchun, who was in pain, gasped, and then heard a squeaky sound, like taking an elevator, and she began to rise at a constant speed.

It is said to be an elevator, but it is not like an elevator, but more like an elevator, because as the height increases, the wind becomes louder and louder, blowing cold on people's limbs.

In the end, Song Qingchun felt that the things that carried him became a little shaky under the blowing of the wind, as if they would break at any time.

With a loud "clang" sound, the ascent stopped, and Song Qingchun heard the sound of the iron door being kicked open.

The man carried her, took a big stride, and then kicked open the iron door, and was thrown back with force, followed by the stairs.

After walking less than five steps, Song Qingchun heard the whistling wind again.

The man walked around with her, as if he was tired, and sat next to her, gasping for air.

I don't know how long it took, but the person sitting next to her pulled her around in a circle, and then pounded for a while at the mouth of the bag at the bottom of her feet, and there was a strong cold air that poured into the bag from the soles of her feet.

Then the man went around her head and grabbed the bag with a kick, and poured her out of the bag like garbage.

Because she stayed in the dark for a long time, suddenly the bright sunlight came into her eyes, and Song Qingchun couldn't open her eyes, she lay on the cold ground, and eased up for a while, before she lifted her eyelids and saw that there was thick snow under her.

Song Qingchun raised his head and looked around the surrounding environment, only to realize that he was actually on the roof of a high-rise building.

Because she is now in the middle of the rooftop, she can only see some high-rise buildings in the distance.

Before Song Qingchun could figure out what this was, her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and then she turned her head and saw a man about thirty years old, looking embarrassed, with a scruffy beard, and long hair, covering half of his face, as if he hadn't taken a bath for a long time, with black mud on his neck, and the clothes on his body were also a little tattered.

The man didn't seem to have any intention of talking nonsense to her, and with a quick stance, he grabbed her arm and walked to the rooftop.