That night, at around one o'clock in the morning, the last batch of overtime workers in the company got off work. The workers left one after another, and a girl in a white dress went home alone.
The lights at the door of the nightclub illuminated her face. It was only for a moment, but it had a rare beauty and gentleness. On her delicate face, there was a faint smile and two dimples on her cheeks. Her name was Long Ling'er, and she came to this company.
Less than a month.
Passing by the street, she entered an alley. There was only faint moonlight, allowing her to see the road in front of her clearly.
Halfway through the walk, I heard sounds coming intermittently. It sounded like the roar of something, or like the rough breathing of an injured animal...
A little frightened. Ling'er was alert and still walked at the same speed. In fact, her pace slowed down obviously.
It was vaguely a telegraph pole. It was dark at the feet, and there were trees next to it. Even if there was moonlight, it was almost completely blocked.
As soon as she reached the telephone pole, the sound of heavy breathing scared her so much that she stopped in her tracks and hesitated whether to continue walking.
I wanted to take out my phone but didn't dare, and pondered for a long time. I boldly took a step forward. Just as I was about to take the second step, a black shadow rushed toward me...
"ah!……"
Ling'er's face turned pale. Before she could finish her exclamation, she was cut off by someone.
A strong force covered her lips, and strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to the side of the road. Panic and fear overwhelmed her thoughts, and she couldn't break free despite her desperate struggles...
In this situation, she thought of gangsters...
Urgent gasps and low moans came from the person behind. The cold breath came and blew in her ears, making the blood in her body freeze...
Thinking that there were people living nearby, I still struggled again regardless.
As if he couldn't bear her struggle, the man growled roughly, "Shut up, if you dare to struggle again, I will rape you"...
Seeing that she didn't struggle, he breathed a sigh of relief and easily carried her to the dark telegraph pole.
"As long as you don't make a sound, I can let go of you." In the cold darkness, Ling'er clearly noticed the pair of eyes so close to her. They were as sharp and cold as the eyes of an eagle.
With an almost inaudible nod, the man released his hand covering her mouth.
The man's arm around her neck was still holding her, and she whispered in panic, "Please... let me go." As she spoke, her body slid down involuntarily.
"Get up, don't make a sound." The overbearing tone was irresistible.
An eagle with iron hands grabbed her like a chicken, warning her.
"you……"
Seeing him like this, Ling'er was a little helpless. She got up obediently. In her mind, she was thinking about finding a way to escape.
"It's best not to play tricks on me. Be honest. Otherwise, don't blame me for killing you on the spot."
The man seemed to know what she was thinking. He warned her loudly and touched her neck with a big hand. He looked as if he would pinch her immediately if she made a sound.
At this time, a burst of messy footsteps came from the street.
Someone came in, and he didn't know why. Ling'er struggled again.
"Don't make a sound. If you want to be hacked to death by them on the spot and then gang-raped, you might as well try it."
The man warned her, but still covered her mouth with his big hand. He leaned close to her, almost pressing her against the telephone pole.
At this moment, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps and voices looking for someone everywhere.
"Where are the people?"
"did not find."
"Trash, keep looking. He's injured and must still be nearby."
The man's tense body suddenly relaxed as the crowd left.
The arms around her waist also let go.
"You can go." Came a light and emotionless tone. As he said that, he staggered forward.
Seeing him let go of her, Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief. She bent down and touched the bag on the ground, then walked away to the small loft where she rented.
As soon as I took a step, I heard a "plop" behind me. I looked back.
The man took two steps and fell to the ground. She didn't want to pay attention to this, but after taking two steps, she saw that the man was still on the ground, maintaining his original posture, motionless. Curiosity drove her back.
I took out my cell phone from my bag and took a closer look. Only then did I see the man's face clearly.
He has a handsome male face with a tyrannical aura. His eyes are slightly closed, matching this evil and beautiful appearance. He really has an indescribable domineering and cold and arrogant temperament that overrides everything.
"Hey, wake up, wake up," she pushed him, but there was no reaction at all.
More importantly, there was a wound on his forehead, with slightly condensed blood on it. When she pushed him, she felt that his body was extremely cold.
Why is this man's body so cold on a hot day?
Is he dead? She stretched out her onion-like fingers and put them next to his nose. Her clear breathing calmed her nerves a lot. Those people just now were obviously looking for him. By the way, they had to take him home quickly.
Thinking about it, she struggled to support him, gritted her teeth and half-carried him, and carried him into her small building...