The security guard was frightened by him, watched the luxury car speeding away, and took out the walkie-talkie in a panic, "Request assistance, a suspicious person was found in B02 of Huanyu Building, suspected of bipolar disorder......"

Qi Su held the steering wheel tightly, ran several red lights all the way, and the automatic phone call was not working, his hands and feet oozed cold sweat, and he didn't dare to imagine the scene on the other side.

Shouldn't Song Zhiwei be at home at this time...... Where did she run to...... Who are those people...... What's wrong with her!

He gave her an position to prevent what happened to Yang Mingyuan last time, but he didn't receive a call just now, and now half an hour has passed!

He didn't know if Cheng Qing called the police, he didn't stop, and called the police regardless of the safety accident.

He had never been to this urban village before, and the navigation was lost in the small alleys that turned around, and he hurried to compress the twenty-minute journey into seven minutes, and he looked at the black hole windows of the whole building, and wanted to divide his hands into hundreds.

The process of finding someone is painful and tormenting, like Ling Chi, stabbing again and again, refusing to let people lose their breath.

On the other side, Song Zhiwei is fighting to the death for her life.

She was covered in blood, there was no complete part of her clothes, she stared at the ill-intentioned Wang Qiang viciously, and the glass she picked up in her hand flashed cold in the light and shadow.

"Wang Qiang, you'd better think about it carefully, if you move me today, you and your baby son will have to live in prison in the next life, for tens of thousands of gambling debts, is it worth it."

Wang Qiang's eyes were scarlet, he saw a familiar shadow from the woman in front of him, he took a sip, and said viciously: "You think Lao Tzu is afraid, your slut mother is not obedient to Lao Tzu's tune, Lao Tzu hates you hate this nasty eye the most!" ”

Song Zhiwei gasped and moved to the door inch by inch, "My mother was killed by you, after so many years, don't you have a painful conscience, did you dream that she pinched your neck and asked you why you treated her like this when you dreamed back at midnight?" ”

It was probably because her eyes were too fierce, Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, and his expression was a little trance-like.

Song Zhiwei, who had relaxed his vigilance, had already sharpened the rope and took this opportunity to rush towards the half-open door.

The moment she grabbed the door, her ankle was hooked violently, and the world spun around, and she fell on her back, seeing the pillar's horrified eyes.

"How dare you hit me!"

Song Zhiwei didn't expect him to wake up so quickly, and the glass he was holding before had not been thrown away, because of this action, his wrist was cut for a long time.

She watched the man's bared teeth press down, and raised her hand in pain, ready to kill him with one blow while he wasn't paying attention.

The moment the man touched her neck, the door slammed open.

"Song Zhiwei!"

It's the voice of Qi Su.

Song Zhiwei suspected that she was hallucinating, and she looked up to see that the man stood tall in the backlight, like a mythical god's mansion.

Qi Su looked at the mess in front of him, regardless of the foot that was bounced by the reaction force, he rushed up to the gangsters and saw what he saw one by one, usually he was the only one who bullied Song Zhiwei was pressed to the ground by two vulgar and obscene men, unclothed, covered in blood, and there was a hideous wound on his wrist.

Brute, he silently recited these two words in his heart, and then his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he rolled up his sleeves.

Song Zhiwei watched the usually deep and introverted man clean up the two gangsters, and the expressionless one behind picked up Wang Qiang's head and hit the floor again and again.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Seeing that people were getting more in and less breathing, Song Zhiwei called him weakly before he died: "Stop fighting, I'm about to die of blood loss." ”

Qi Su heard her voice, his movements froze, he slowly calmed down from that state, and then turned his head, and returned to his usual elite appearance.

It's just that when I picked her up, I didn't dare to do it for fear of any internal injuries.

Song Zhiwei didn't expect that one of her victims would have to go back to comfort him, she took the initiative to climb on his neck and said softly: "It's okay, they didn't cause any substantial damage." ”

Qi Su stared at her bruised and scarred lips, which were described as light and breezy lips, and couldn't bear to press them.

"Song Zhiwei, are you testing me?"