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Chapter 1092 is just a stone's throw away

"Madame! Madam! "A little maid came running in, looking panicked.

Adler dusted his nails, put away a bead in his palm and held it in his palm, and then was a little impatient, "What's wrong?" Didn't I say don't bother me? ”

"Madame, a guest has arrived...... It's Baroness Borion. The little maid quietly looked at Mrs. Dolores, I don't know when this lady who has always been a good talker has become a moody person, and when you are very cute to Lord Barnett, like a child, but when she is alone, she always does not let people disturb her, and she looks weird, and it is not at all the same as the original Mrs. Dolores, in fact, it is not the same as the resurrected Dolores, and these maids have also said in private, However, some of the maids who chewed their tongues were sent out without knowing what was wrong, so no one dared to say anything more.

So the little maid was a little timid, and kept looking at the expression on the face of "Dolores", and "Dolores" really looked impatient, "Who is this?" Baroness? ”

Adler was disdainful in his heart, but a baroness still had to bother him, but he still frowned and stared at his well-maintained hands, "Is there anything wrong with her?" ”

"Madame Borian didn't say anything, only that she had picked up your things and wanted to hand them over to you personally." The little maid replied respectfully.

…………………………………… I'm the short dividing line..........................................

Dolores was indeed desperate, but she still did not give up, because if she did not try, she would only be dead.

The carriage is indeed not large, the baroness's carriage is small, the decoration is very good, it looks like it has been carefully arranged, the carpet is also very soft, I think it is a single carriage used by Madame Borion when she travels herself, she doesn't even bring a maid, and this carriage can't stuff so many people, but it's a good thing for Dolores. Fortunately in the midst of misfortune, Dolores quietly looked at the coachman who was standing outside the carriage smoking, leaning against the carriage with his back to the carriage and his eyes were not on him, probably because Dolores had stopped tossing and let him relax his vigilance, and he probably didn't expect a human to escape from here.

Dolores lifted a corner of the carpet and saw the wooden floor under the car, which had a complete cut and then recessed into the floor. Dolores was feeling strange, and pressed the floor to turn out to be alive, and she lifted it up casually, and under the floor was a fence made of live iron bars, through which she could see the ground.

She had never been so surprised, it turned out that there was another door besides that one door to escape!

Dolores had never paid attention to the structure under the carriage, and she tried to see if the door was alive, but there was a keyhole with a small lock on it.

Madame Borian didn't know that there was a door at the bottom of the carriage for escape, so she was so confident and bold to leave her in the carriage.

Dolores moved the lock, and it was estimated that the carriage had never been used, and it had rusted off the rust and rusted off the slag.

Dolores broke it hard, the small lock had begun to shed some completely rusted rust slag, Dolores leaned on it and took a closer look at the keyhole was also completely rusted, even if she found the key, she couldn't use it, Dolores secretly thought that this Lady Borian was really a little shabby, but it just fulfilled her.

Dolores quickly tore off the curtains of the carriages three times, tightened them into a sturdy strip of cloth, grabbed the wine in the jug and a few blood bags in the carriage, poured out the blood in the strips, wet the strips of cloth, and then tightened them, passed through the cracks in the locks and pulled them in the most rusty place, Dolores wrapped the strips of cloth around her hands and pulled them hard, she was fighting with the rusty iron locks, The outside is rusty and crushes down the slag, but it's a pity that the lock cylinder inside is not completely rusted, maybe it can be broken with a little more effort.

Dolores heard a noise outside, she became nervous, it must be Mrs. Borian who was going to testify against her, it was Adler outside, she couldn't fall into the clutches again, Adler would never let her go, maybe she had escaped and she had already received the news.

She pulled the iron lock even harder, twisted the rope in a vain attempt to break the iron lock, but unfortunately it was still almost, just a little, her hand was about to cramp, regardless of the scars and pain on her hand, the cloth tightened her palms and was about to strangle and she still couldn't let go, and even used a mouthful of teeth to exert force, trying to break the lock cylinder, her brain was blank and she couldn't think of anything, all she could know was that she wanted to escape.

There was still food on the boat, and she got off the boat and walked for another day and a night, and now she was hungry and weak, her slender arms were full of green tendons, and her little face was red, and she squeezed out a voice from between her teeth, "Please...... Let me out...... Whether you exist or not, the world ...... You have to give people a way to live...... You can't be so unfair...... Let me live...... I'm going to live...... Revenge alive......" Dolores gasped, his facial features huddled together, Dolores even pressed his foot against the carriage, his whole body straining, but the voices of Lady Borean and Adler were getting closer and closer.

Madame Borion's aggressive voice approached little by little, and there was silence around her, the sound of the ladies stepping on the heavy snow and the sound of their own clenching back molars with force, as if after a hundred years Dolores finally heard the click she wanted to hear. She thought she had lost her strength and fell into the carriage, and she ignored the pain, and went to peel open the floor, and saw the snow-cleared road under the iron railings, and she had never longed for the feeling of stepping on the snow with her feet so much.

Madame Borian took the innocent-looking "Dolores" to the carriage at the door, and when she opened the lock, she found that it was empty, it had become empty, and everything was still the same inside.

"How is this possible? I locked her in the car! Coachman! What's going on! Where is she? What about the dirty woman? Madame Borian couldn't believe her eyes, there was no one inside.