The days passed fairly peacefully for more than a week, and Zhan Jinchen did not come to the store again, nor did he appear again.

It rained that night, and Chen Wanxing, as usual, took the bus home after work.

The tenant at the end of the corridor called someone to come to the house to drink and play cards, and the sound was a little noisy.

In a room with poor sound insulation, Chen Wanxing had to put on headphones and turn up the music to the maximum.

Amid the loud music in the headphones, I fell asleep with the tiredness of the day.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

I don't know what time it was at night, and the loud sound of the iron door being smashed woke Chen Wanxing from his sleep.

She hurriedly sat up from the bed, and when she took off her headphones, she heard a heavy slamming of the door.

It was her door that was smashed.

"Open the door, little bitch, let my uncle love you so much!"

With the drunken sound of the man, the sound of kicking the door sounded again.

The already dilapidated and rusty iron door shook with the drunkard's hard kicking.

Chen Wanxing shrank at the head of the bed in panic, reached out and took out the scissors from the drawer and held them tightly in his hand.

When I called the police, my hands couldn't help but tremble.

At the same time as the phone was connected, the iron door was kicked open, and a middle-aged man with a beer belly staggered in with a beer bottle and rushed straight towards Chen Wanxing, who was at the head of the bed.

In panic and struggle, the mobile phone fell to the ground, and there was still the voice of the police officer asking questions, but no one answered.

Amid the girl's frightened screams, a man's muffled voice was suddenly heard.

Seeing the blood flowing out of the man's abdomen, Chen Wanxing let go of the scissors with trembling hands.

Looking at the blood stains on his hands, Chen Wanxing was so frightened that she lost her square inch, pushed away the man with a painful face, and ran out of the house in a panic.

Other tenants probed out to check on the situation, and soon police cars and ambulances whizzed in front of them.

"It was that little girl who killed someone, and I saw her running out of the room." An aunt pointed to the frightened Chen Wanxing in the corner and said to the police.

Chen Wanxing watched the beer-bellied man being carried into the ambulance, and she was taken to the police station with a blank expression.

Chen Wanxing explained incoherently to the police in the police car, talking about the situation at the time of the incident.

"Don't be nervous, little girl. You were the one who called the police at 3:17, right? ”

“…… I guess I didn't pay attention to the time. ”

"What's your name?"

“…… Chen Wanxing. ”

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

The inquiring police officer was stunned and asked, "Do you live alone?" What about your parents? ”

Chen Wanxing bowed her head and was silent.

Another police officer next to him looked at Chen Wanxing and whispered, "Isn't this the girl in the car accident some time ago?" was thrown into the hospital by her family and no one cared about it, and it was Xiaoqi who went to investigate. ”

After arriving at the police station, Chen Wanxing was taken to the office for questioning.

Officer Xiaoqi saw that there were a lot of blood stains on Chen Wanxing's skirt, and immediately called Zhan Jinchen: "Mr. Zhan, that Miss Chen seems to have an accident, do you want to come over?" ”

Chen Wanxing was immersed in her murderous emotions, and the whole person looked a little sluggish and trance-like, and her hands and feet were cold and trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"My husband is still lying in the hospital, he is the victim! Why do you say that he molested underage girls?! It must have been the little vixen who seduced him! From the day she moved in, I didn't like her! A woman's shrill scolding came from the police station hall.