As soon as the door opened, a pistol with a muffler was pressed against her temple.

Gu Ziyun froze in place for an instant, and then slowly turned her head to look over, and the man next to her who was pointing a gun at her raised an index finger to his mouth and made a "shhh" gesture to her.

Gu Ziyun also looked like an ordinary high school student, with tears in the corners of his eyes and trembling in the corners of his eyes, he turned his head not to look at the "scary" man.

But the moment she turned her head, she found that in the corridor, her best friend Du Mingxi was held to her neck with a knife, and she was looking at this side in a panic.

"Mingxi!"

Gu Ziyun exclaimed, and then looked downstairs, and there were also people on the first floor who were staring at her expressionlessly with submachine guns.

Just as she pretended to be alarmed and observed, a man with a smile on his face walked up from the first floor, and the hideous scar on his face looked a little terrifying in his smile.

She recognized the person in front of her, who was Sung Joo-won who wanted to take her away at the door after the previous game.

"Hello, boy Yun! Meet again. ”

Greeting affectionately, Cheng Joo-won came to the second floor and stood at the other end of the corridor looking at Gu Ziyun, "Ah! Should it be called Little Witch, so that it is easier to remember? ”

Looking at this person he had seen, Gu Ziyun was so frightened that he was about to cry, and said with a little choked up, "Why did you do this to me?" I said I wasn't! ”

Cheng Zhuyuan looked at the poor Gu Ziyun and said with a sneer, "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

As he spoke, he turned his head sideways and tapped his scar with his hand and said to Gu Ziyun, "I almost died in your hands, how could I not recognize you?" ”

Gu Ziyun's helpless eyes and trembling lips made her look so panicked and frightened, and she begged, "Please! ”

"It's really not me Agassi, I'm really not Agassi the child you're looking for!"

Cheng Zhuyuan heard that Gu Ziyun was still denying it, his lips moved, and then he said disdainfully, "Then you prove one!" ”

"What?"

"Prove that you're not the person we're looking for."

"How is that possible?"

Gu Ziyun wanted to cry a little without tears.

In order to force Gu Ziyun, the subordinate who held Do Myung-hee grabbed her hair, making her head tilt back and her neck more conspicuous.

Then the dagger in his hand was sent forward, and the sharp blade suddenly cut through Du Mingxi's skin, and bright red blood flowed down the wound on the snow-white neck, which was extremely dazzling.

"Mingxi!"

Gu Ziyun called her best friend's name worriedly, and her face was full of helplessness.

Cheng Zhuyuan saw that Gu Ziyun still didn't admit his identity in this situation, and stimulated her on the side, "If you go on like this, your friend will really die!" ”

Gu Ziyun also knew that the performance was almost at this level, she didn't want to really watch her best friend get her throat cut in front of her eyes, and now she was already very sorry for Mingxi.

So her expression gradually froze, the tears in her eyes disappeared, and her mouth kept muttering.

"I don't say it's anymore"

"It's really not me"

"I'm not me"

"It's really not me"

As she kept denying it, her expression began to struggle, and when the words fell, Gu Ziyun's eyes suddenly became cold.

At the moment when Cheng Juyuan raised his chin and motioned for his subordinates to make a move.

Gu Ziyun took a step back to avoid the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, grabbed the pistol with one hand, and raised the other hand to directly break the arm of the man next to him with the gun with his elbow.

"Kacha!"

The sound of bones breaking was extremely eye-catching, and with a scream, Gu Ziyun grabbed the pistol on the broken arm and pulled the trigger on the people present.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp!"

"Chirp!"

Even though she hadn't touched a firearm for a full ten years, the pistol in her hand was like a finger, and the bullet hit everyone's head with precision.

With the splash of blood, Cheng Zhuyuan's subordinates all fell to the ground without even making a sound, leaving him alone looking at his dead subordinates on the first floor, and did not react to what was happening.

And just when he looked away, Gu Ziyun had already quietly crossed a distance of five meters and came to him, and just when he reacted and turned his head in panic, the next moment it was like being struck by lightning.

Gu Ziyun slapped him in the face, the bridge of his nose was broken, all his front teeth were broken, and blood sprayed out as if he didn't want money.

Cheng Zhuyuan was directly lost the ability to resist by this blow, and staggered backwards, until he hit the wall before stopping, and then he was about to fall forward weakly.

But before he fell, Gu Ziyun suddenly appeared in front of him, reached out and grabbed his neck and pressed him against the wall, "I said it wasn't me!" ”

"Bang!"

Saying that, Gu Ziyun slapped him in the face again, and I don't know if he deliberately retaliated against Cheng Zhuyuan, and Gu Ziyun's palm landed in the same place every time.

"It's not me!"

With a sound of denial, Gu Ziyun also kept slapping Cheng Zhuyuan's face door with his palm, his consciousness became a little loose with Gu Ziyun's repeated attacks, and his head drooped weakly.

One of the guards outside the door heard the sound in the room and hurried in to help.

Gu Ziyun didn't even look at the person who rushed in on the first floor, the pistol that had not been put down in his right hand stretched out from under his armpit, and he pulled the trigger at will, and the person who was still running was killed by her in an instant, and the corpse slid forward with inertia until it hit the cabinet and stopped.

At this time, the irritability factor that had been silent in Gu Ziyun's body for ten years gradually became active, and the smell of blood made her vaguely excited.

Ignoring his best friend who was looking at the corpse downstairs behind him, Gu Ziyun pointed a gun at Cheng Zhuyuan, who was already a little delirious, but because of his height, he could only hold his chin and lift his drooping head so that he could look directly at himself.

"Why are you forcing me?"

Gu Ziyun began to question the half-dead Sung Joo-won, but although she tried her best to hide it, she could still hear her pleasure in her voice, but she soon re-disguised her emotions.

"Why are you forcing me? I said you were mistaken! Said it wasn't me! ”

"Isn't it?"

"And what is it now?"

Cheng Zhuyuan, who had not yet taken in and out of breath, barely opened his eyes, looked at Gu Ziyun, and said with a tattered mouth.

Knowing that he couldn't leave alive tonight, he forced his last breath and mocked at the executioner-like Gu Ziyun in front of him.

"You monster should have killed you in the first place!"