Liu Weike stared at the pool of blood in the corner and suddenly felt someone passing by her, like a gust of wind. Two seconds later, some heavy footsteps sounded diagonally behind her.
She quickly reminded Gu Siyi beside her: "He ran away!"
Gu Siyi suddenly turned around and stared at the seemingly empty area in front of him. Suddenly, the solid green floor tiles under his feet broke away from the ground one by one, and automatically stacked together, instantly forming a half-man-high line in front of him.
barrier.
After a muffled sound, the connected floor tiles trembled slightly, with bright red blood stains left on them. It was obvious that Lin Chuan, who had just tried to escape, crashed into them. Because of Gu Siyi's superpower, those floor tiles were abnormal at the moment.
Heavy and unbreakable, there was no way he could break through them.
Gu Siyi heard a low curse, and he saw that the upper part of the green floor tile shook slightly, with blood and shoe prints left on it. He knew that Lin Chuan wanted to turn over, and he could never let him go easily.
.In fact, Gu Siyi could have dealt with him the same way he dealt with Phytolacca before, that is, let the "barrier" weighing a thousand pounds collapse suddenly, tightly pressing Lin Chuan underneath, leaving him with nowhere to escape.
But he still doesn't know where Yang Ming and the middle-aged woman who was held hostage are going, for fear of accidentally injuring them who are also invisible. He asked in a deep voice: "Auntie, Director Yang, where are you now?"
However, no one answered him. Gu Siyi watched helplessly as more and more blood stained the stone bricks, and the soil from the soles of Lin Chuan's shoes had also rubbed against the top of the stone bricks. He knew that if he did not stop him, Lin Chuan would probably
He would run away. He glanced at the door of a house on the right, suddenly lifted the flower pot placed outside, and threw it in the direction he guessed Lin Chuan was.
Along with the sudden shattering of the flowerpot, Lin Chuan's screams also sounded. On the other side of the high-rise floor tiles, bright red blood gushes out one after another and spreads on the ground.
Gu Siyi used her powers to return the stacked floor tiles to their places one by one. Lin Chuan was revealed little by little, lying on the ground groaning in pain.
Lin Chuan had lost too much blood and was weak at the moment, so he could no longer maintain his powers. However, Liu Weike looked around and found that Yang Ming and the middle-aged woman did not appear together. "Where did they go?"
Lin Chuan raised his head weakly and said with a sneer: "Don't waste your efforts, they both left long ago." His face had lost all color and his body was curled up in pain. After just a while, he passed out.
past.
At this time, Yang Ming and the middle-aged woman had already got into the car and left. The middle-aged woman clutched the steering wheel tightly and drove the car silently. The wound on her neck was not deep, but it was still bleeding. Just now Lin Chuan
In order to intimidate the people from the Security Bureau, he deliberately pinched her. So now she only felt a burning pain in her neck.
After a while, the middle-aged woman returned to her original appearance, her sagging, sallow skin returned to its youthful state, and the wrinkles all over it disappeared in an instant.
"You really know how to act." Yang Ming couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Zuo Jing who had returned to her original appearance.
"There is no other way. If I don't perform this scene in front of them, how can I rescue you?" Zuo Jing said in a hoarse voice.
"Rescue? What I have to face next is the real hell on earth." A bitter smile appeared on Yang Ming's face. "If it weren't for Yang Qi, I would never leave with you. How is she now?
Already?"
Zuo Jing whispered: "You will know soon."
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Guimu looked in the mirror and adjusted the mask on his face. He gently wiped the dust on it with a handkerchief and said to himself: "Yang Ming, we are finally going to meet."
There was a gentle knock on the door. Guimu put down his handkerchief, sat leisurely on the sofa, and said, "Come in."
Yang Ming was brought in by two people. His head was covered with a thick black bag. The wrists of his two hands were together and tied tightly with ropes. As soon as he stood firm, a man behind him suddenly
The ground kicked his calf, causing him to kneel on the ground off guard.
Guimu signaled his two men to exit the room, then slowly walked up to Yang Ming and pulled off the cloth bag covering his head. "My little brother, we haven't seen each other for how many years."
His pretense of intimacy made Yang Ming feel disgusted. Yang Ming shouted emotionally: "Where is my daughter? Where is she now?"
"Don't worry, she is in a very safe place. No one will disturb her, and no one will hurt her again." Guimu said slowly with his hands behind his back.
Yang Ming moved his sore legs and stood up with some difficulty. He looked at Guimu's silver mask and wondered what the other person's expression would be at this moment. He was uneasy in his heart, but he still tried his best to appear calm.
"How should I call you, Guimu, Song Hui, or Song Fansheng?"
Guimu suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, and said viciously: "Don't mention the name Song Fansheng again! This name has disappeared into this world along with the weak and useless me in the past." He stared at Yang.
Ming, his eyes were so fierce that he seemed to want to crush him immediately. However, after a few seconds, he raised his head again, sneered strangely, and his shoulders trembled slightly.
Yang Ming struggled desperately, but was unable to push his hand away. Guimu looked at his skinny and withered arms, sneered contemptuously, and then pushed him to the ground. He looked down at Yang Ming's embarrassed appearance, coldly
Said: "Little brother, do you still remember what happened when you were ten years old?"
Yang Ming was startled when he heard this, his back couldn't help but straighten, and cold sweat flowed down his neck.
When Luo Shan was persecuted by Zou Hong, Yang Ming was only ten years old. His parents died when he was young, and his family was poor. He had to drop out of school early and make a living by collecting scraps with his elderly grandmother. Song Fangsheng, who was also in poverty at that time, was
His neighbor, Song Fansheng, had the same problem as him, and was even more miserable than him. Because Yang Ming at least had a grandmother who loved and cared for him, while Song Fansheng was alone, without even a single relative.
Song Fansheng relied on the money he saved from working all year round to study in college. His life was extremely difficult, and he could only eat a steamed bun and a spoonful of pickles for each meal. The clothes he wore were still old school uniforms from middle school.
His clothes were almost faded, and his sleeves and trouser legs were a lot shorter. But as a poor man, he was always very particular about it. No matter how old his clothes were, he had to wash them cleanly. The old tables and chairs at home were found from the garbage dump.
He always wipes it clean and spotless.
Song Fansheng had a withdrawn personality and lived alone all year round. There was always no smile on his thin face. But his life changed significantly after he met Luo Shan. That girl was like a beam of light. Entering his originally bleak life, a smile could finally be seen on his always tense face.
