When Jian Shan woke up again, he was already in a very neat high-end apartment. The environment was luxurious and elegant, but the cold colors gave people a cold feeling.
Jian Shan moved her head, only to feel severe pain in her neck. She just wanted to get up, but found that she was tied to a chair, and her hands and feet were tightly restrained.
At this moment, there was a "click" and the door was opened, and she subconsciously closed her eyes again!
Very light footsteps were getting closer and closer, and she couldn't hear the coming person's breath, which made her very panicked. She couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.
"Stop pretending, I saw you woke up."
A cold voice without any warmth sounded directly in front of her, and she remembered the voice.
Jian Shan opened her eyes and raised her head to face the cold and handsome man standing in front of her. She also remembered this face, it was indeed that of the decoration worker...
"Hi!" Jian Shan raised her head, curved the corners of her mouth, a bright smile hung on her face, and greeted her very familiarly, "This apartment is really nice, the decoration is nice, the chandelier is nice, and the Simmons bed is nice, too.
But the way of hospitality is really——"
"Where is the gangster named Maomao who was arrested by your police station last Wednesday?"
"Maomao?" Jian Shan smiled softly, "Handsome, you asked the wrong person, I don't know anything -" Jian Shan immediately changed the two "know" words after seeing a short gun that the man took out from somewhere.
The words were swallowed hard.
The black barrel of the gun was pointed straight at Jian Shan.
"Where are you? In prison or have you been released?"
Only then did Jian Shan realize that the man in front of him was not playing a game. His voice seemed to come from the extreme cold, without any warmth or even intonation.
"..."
"I'll count to three. If you still can't remember, I'll have to find someone else. One, two -"
"Wait a minute!" Jian Shan closed her eyes suddenly! Only then did she know what it means to be frightened! What it means to be timid! She is not a coward, but her intuition told him that the man in front of him would not care whether she was a coward or not, he only cared about her.
The information coming out of her mouth.
"In prison." Jian Shan said hurriedly. In fact, she didn't know where Maomao was, let alone which onion Maomao was, whether she was fat, thin, tall or short! In short, this onion was going to kill her!
The man put down the barrel of the gun and turned around coldly: "You only have one chance. If he is not in prison, I will send you to hell!"
Watching the man leave the room, Jian Shan swallowed. He was so nervous that his whole clothes were soaked. It took him a long time to dare to breathe loudly.
That man really wants to kill himself...!
Before she could figure out the situation, she almost died at the hands of an inexplicable iceberg brother!
In her memory, she went to the "Shengge" nightclub that was set on fire to investigate, and then she met a scumbag, and then she was going to ask the decoration workers a few questions, and then she was knocked unconscious on the street...
…
She didn't know where this man got the courage, or if he was quite confident in his own skills and dared to kidnap her in front of everyone...
And Maomao... who is Maomao...
Why did that man want to get information even if he killed her?
What does Maomao control? Is it related to Case No. 1?
Jian Shan shook her head. Now is not the time to think about these things. She can't sit here and wait for death!
A pair of round eyes became extremely shrewd at this moment, scanning every corner of the room, and finally fixed their gaze on the Swiss knife on the bedside table.
She pressed her toes against the floor, then used her small body to prop up the chair, and moved forward bit by bit. The sound of the chair scratching on the floor was harsh and unpleasant. Jian Shan's sweat slid down her cheeks.
When she was only one step away from the bedside table, the door opened again.
Jian Shan's pores all over his body suddenly opened, and a chill suddenly ran down his back.
She turned her head and looked at the man who walked in.
The man took out his gun again: "Maomao is not in jail, he was released on bail."
