Zhao Xue took a step back and looked at the man in front of her warily.
"I am your online friend, don't you remember?"
The man deliberately approached Zhao Xue.
With every step he took, Zhao Xue's heart beat faster.
"Did you admit the wrong person? I don't have any netizens like you."
Zhao Xue screamed crazily in her heart, wanting the man to stay away from her.
But she couldn't do it.
Not only did the man not stay away, but he got closer and closer to her.
"Why not? Didn't we just talk today?"
The smile in the man's eyes was a bit teasing.
"Today? How could I be with my netizens today..." Zhao Xue seemed to have thought of something, and her voice stopped abruptly.
She looked at the man in front of her in shock: "Yes, is it you?"
"Why did you show up at school? What on earth do you want to do?"
"you……"
Before Zhao Xue finished speaking, she saw the man holding a small bottle of spray.
He just sprayed it in front of her, and Zhao Xue fainted.
The man caught her lightly.
As soon as Manshu finished this class, she received an unknown phone call.
"Hello?"
The other end of the phone didn't speak. She raised her voice in confusion: "Hello, I'm Yan Manshu. Who are you?"
There was still no sound over there.
Manshu asked again: "Can you hear me? Or is it a typo? If you don't speak again, I will hang up."
There was still no sound from the other end.
Manshu could only hang up the phone.
Soon, someone sent a message to her mobile phone along with a photo.
Manshu clicked it and his expression changed.
"I'll leave for a moment. If the teacher calls on you next class, he will say that I have a stomachache and I went to the school hospital."
Manshu told Lin Nan this.
Lin Nan saw that she was in a hurry and her face was a little ugly. He really thought she had a stomachache.
"Then you go to the campus hospital and have a look. Do you want me to go with you?" Lin Nan chased Manshu a few steps.
Manshu heard it and quickly waved her hand: "No need, you have a good time in class."
Manshu ran out and called Yan Zhan immediately.
But the other party's information came again.
——Miss Manshu, I believe you will go to the appointment alone. I can monitor your phone calls. If you call the police, I will slash her face. Do you understand how precious a girl’s face is?
Manshu's face became even worse and she couldn't call the police, so she could always call Yan Zhan, right?
No, you can't use your own phone to call the police. Maybe she can use someone else's phone!
But the next second, as if the other party had guessed her thoughts, another message came.
——Don’t try to use other people’s mobile phones to make calls, I will always be watching Miss Manshu. [Picture]
Manshu clicked on the last photo, and it turned out to be her running out of the classroom.
This clearly means that she is under the other party's surveillance.
——Oh, by the way, if you borrow someone's phone number, that person will be implicated. Think about it carefully.
Very good, this was all directed at her, and the other party didn't even care about Zhao Xue who was kidnapped.
He didn't care about her life or death, and even judging from the injuries Zhao Xue suffered in the photo, she had been dragged.
Manshu suspected that this person was a bit perverted, and his hobby might be killing!
It is indeed impossible for her to implicate the innocent.
I can only pretend to be calm, look for clues from the other party's words, and walk out.
Manshu replied - who are you?
——It doesn’t matter who I am, it’s enough that I know who Miss Manshu is.