He closed his eyes a little helplessly, Song Jinhe had no defense against him since he bound him to the space.

In her heart, she seems to automatically divide him into younger brothers and teammates, but she has never considered the affairs of men and women.

Or rather, he wasn't at all attractive to her.

Cheng Qianhuai was a little frustrated, he had been following her for nearly half of his life, from secretly following her at the beginning, to now being able to communicate and talk to her normally.

But he seems to be becoming more and more greedy and wants more and more.

He felt like he was going crazy.

Song Jinhe didn't know the entanglement and pain in his heart at all, and he quickly fell asleep in the sleeping bag, and waited until dawn before she sat up in a daze.

Crawling out of the tent, the bound group of people were still asleep, and they didn't look like they were about to wake up.

Song Jinhe yawned, and then dragged Cheng Qianhuai out of his sleeping bag.

"Am I taking too many sleeping pills, they haven't woken up until now, I'm really taking it."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she threw two firewood into the charcoal basin that was about to be extinguished, and then filled a basin of lake water from the space at random, and poured it directly on the group of people after taking it out.

The moment the water just came out of the space, it was faintly frozen, and when it hit them, it had turned into a small ice edge, crackling and falling into the neck, freezing people to wake up a lot.

Deng Qilin only felt that his eyelids were heavy, but when he finally opened his eyes, he felt that his hands and feet were bound, and then he saw Song Jinhe's delicate and white face.

He was stunned at first, then his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his brother who was tied up into rice dumplings beside him.

"Damn, Song Jinhe, you actually dare to do something to Lao Tzu!"

He shouted angrily, but he still couldn't change the situation.

"What's it called, if you lose, you lose, can you change anything by calling here twice?"

Song Jinhe yawned and spoke, looking like he didn't take him seriously at all.

"Tell me, where are all the weapons you have hidden?"

She took Deng Qilin out of the crowd and threw it in the open space in the living room, without giving him any of the face that the building manager deserved.

"Damn, what are you? How dare you talk to me like that? ”

As soon as his words came out, the person was kicked by Cheng Qianhuai and slammed into the wall, unable to speak at all.

Song Jinhe looked at the embarrassed Deng Qilin with a smile: "You have ended up like this, how dare you shout in front of me like this?"

You really don't know how to write the word death. ”

After speaking, she took out a sharp dagger from the schoolbag on the side and gestured at Deng Qilin's hand.

"If I ask you a question, you will answer one, and if you don't say it, then I will cut off one of your fingers, how about it?"

Deng Qilin's face showed horror: "Don't touch me, don't touch me!" ”

As he spoke, he kicked his legs and moved backwards with difficulty, trying in vain to stay away from the dagger in Song Jinhe's hand.

"Tell me about you, how can you do this? As a big brother, you should set a good example for your brothers. ”

Song Jinhe looked at him with a smile, but his eyes moved to the group of trembling people in the corner.

"I ask you boss a question, and you can choose to answer it.

If I am satisfied, I may be able to release you, but if you are as hard-mouthed as him, don't blame me for throwing you out and freezing you into an ornamental ice sculpture. ”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but to the group she looked like demons coming out of hell.

"OKOK, now the question begins, how many guns do you have in your hands and where are they hidden."

Deng Qilin stared at her stiffly, without the slightest intention of answering, and his neck was obviously to be tough with Song Jinhe to the end.

The room was silent, and no one spoke to answer her questions.

"Yes, you're quite united."

Song Jinhe sighed helplessly, and directly wiped Deng Qilin's neck with a knife, blood splattered on the wall, and then slid down the wall drop by drop.

After doing all this, she turned to look at the group of people without any reaction: "Next, let's change the way of questioning, come alone, if someone answers a different question than others, then it will be the end." ”

She turned her head to look at Deng Qilin, who was staring at him, and the meaning was very clear.

Cheng Qianhuai stood in place and looked at the group of people, and Song Jinhe took them into the bedroom one by one to ask, and in the end, only one of them lied was stabbed into the heart in front of everyone.

"I thought everyone would be very cooperative with me, but he tried to lie to me, and he would definitely be punished."

Song Jinhe shook off the blood on the tip of the knife, and according to their answer, he went to look for something on an air conditioner outside the window.

Sure enough, a small box wrapped in a plastic bag and a small quilt was found, and it was filled with firearms, but there were no grenades.

She wasn't disappointed.

3 pistols, 28 bullets, these are all their family resources.

Carrying the things and walking out, Song Jinhe packed the sleeping bags and warm tents on the ground, and then took them to the window.

Cheng Qianhuai ripped off all the heavy clothes on their bodies, and then threw them directly from the 15th floor and slammed them on the ice.

Someone struggled, powerless against the verdict they were about to face.

"Why? I've already said it, I've told everything I know, why kill me! ”

Song Jinhe kicked the person in front of him down: "Why? Because you don't have good intentions for the 18th floor, because your hands are stained with innocent people's blood. ”

Her smile became brighter: "I have never liked to leave trouble for myself, and in order to prevent you from coming back, naturally no one can be left behind." ”

After solving everyone, Song Jinhe clapped his hands and went back to the 18th floor with Cheng Qianhuai, deliberately not closing the door of 1502.

This is her warning to everyone in Building 3, don't try to borrow someone else's hand to suppress the 18th floor, otherwise you will end up in this end.

returned to the 18th floor with his things, Song Jinhe did not go home, but went directly to 1801.

She planned to give Cheng Qianhuai a part of the confiscated materials, but she never wanted to be rejected by him.

"It's good for you to take it, anyway, don't I usually rely on you for food and clothing? It's better to store it in a space. ”

He took Song Jinhe to the house where supplies were specially stored: "You can also take all these things, you can rest assured that you pretend to be me." ”

Song Jinhe blinked and looked at him with some surprise: "You don't leave a way back for yourself?" What if I leave with the supplies one day? You won't be able to catch anything. ”

Cheng Qianhuai helped her take off her hat and scarf: "What's the matter, if you leave me, it proves that I didn't do well enough, then I definitely deserve to be punished." ”

Song Jinhe sighed twice: "You are so weird." ”

(End of chapter)