The person who has been hiding in his own home and once saw him in the toilet?!
Zhang Zedong wasn't sure. He didn't have that many thoughts at this time. The suppression of fear made his mind go blank, and he didn't even think about who the other party was.
I have a knife in my hand...
Regardless of whether the other person is a normal person or not, even if she is a woman, it is absolutely not a joke.
That thing is not a toy. If it is cut on the body, it will not only hurt. If you are not lucky, you may be killed directly.
"Can't see..."
"Won't come over."
Zhang Zedong prayed in his heart.
The dark room was filled with the sound of a woman pacing slowly.
High-heeled shoes that were supposed to have an air of elegance, at this moment, brought only danger to Zhang Zedong...
He didn't want to see it.
He hoped that the person who broke into his home would leave as soon as possible.
He doesn't care whether it's money or other valuable things.
If possible, he really wanted to use money transactions to solve this troublesome matter...
In the bedroom.
The woman circled the bed several times with a knife.
Because things were urgent, Zhang Zedong naturally didn't have time to tidy up the bedding on the bed. There were obvious signs that someone had slept on it.
If you put your hand up, you might be able to touch the warmth left by Zhang Zedong...
"Got you!"
The woman's voice is shrill.
It's a sound that makes you feel very heart-wrenching just by listening to it. It's like scratching a blackboard with long nails crazily until all the nails are turned back, exposing flesh and blood.
While she was saying this, she suddenly leaned down and looked under the bed. Her whole body showed an extremely awkward posture, as if a plastic doll had been randomly twisted and thrown to the ground.
Saw this scene.
Zhang Zedong didn’t even dare to express his anger...
The previous idea that the other party was a person was also thrown out of my mind.
They are all twisted like this, like a twist...
How is it possible to still be a normal person?!
"Is it...a ghost?"
This idea came to him.
An out-of-control imagination quickly emerged from my mind.
If possible, Zhang Zedong really wished that he had never seen anything like a horror movie before.
He thought that this way he would not have such terrifying thoughts...
There is naturally nothing under the bed.
The woman leaning down seemed a little disappointed, and this feeling of disappointment made her feel angry.
Standing up unsteadily, she let out a sharp cry of unknown meaning, and with a kitchen knife, she slashed wildly at the unoccupied bed!
The sound of "bang bang bang" sounded in Zhang Zedong's ears.
At this time, his back was covered with sweat, which wetted the pajamas he wore when he fell asleep, and became very uncomfortable and clingy...
moment.
The woman seemed tired from cutting.
She took back the kitchen knife and started searching in the bedroom again...
First it was behind the curtain, then under the work table, and then in the corner of the bedside table.
She searched almost every place where she could hide people.
Until.
Only Zhang Zedong was left hiding in the wooden wardrobe that he hadn't had time to look through...
The woman held the knife and walked slowly towards the closet step by step.
There is no doubt this will be her next goal.
Zhang Zedong, who had been observing the situation outside through the ventilation holes, felt his heart in his throat.
He was afraid that a woman would find him when she opened the closet.
Then he slashed at him crazily with the kitchen knife in his hand...
"no, do not want......"
"do not come."
Zhang Zedong's body was trembling.
He was on the verge of mental collapse and felt an unnatural tension in his buttocks.
As the woman got closer and closer to him, he could no longer hold back, and a stream of heat flowed from his crotch...
Fortunately, the weather is relatively cold and has not completely turned hot.
The pajamas Zhang Zedong wore were winter style, and the texture was thicker than cotton. It absorbed all the fluid from his incontinence and prevented it from dripping in the closet and making other noises...
One meter, half a meter.
Twenty centimeters...
Through the ventilation holes, Zhang Zedong was gradually able to see the other party's face clearly.
What he didn't expect was that this face turned out to be that of the girl who committed suicide that night after she successfully confessed her love...
Why?
How could it be her?
She is obviously dead...
Zhang Zedong was completely unmoved when the person he once loved appeared in front of him again. He just wanted to escape from this place far away and never come back again!
At this time, the woman's hand touched the closet door handle.
She only needed to use a little force to open the barrier between her and Zhang Zedong...
That night, she did the same.
With four fingers bent, a gap gradually opened in the closet door...
Bang!
However, just when the woman wanted to poke her head and look inside, there was an inexplicable noise from the other bedroom.
Her attention was drawn to it, and she stopped moving her hands, turning her head to look at the bedroom door.
This stalemate lasted for several seconds...
Until Zhang Zedong could no longer bear it and had a nervous breakdown, the woman finally let go of her hand holding the closet doorknob and walked to another bedroom.
Zhang Zedong was undoubtedly relieved about this.
The appearance of that voice truly saved his life from a certain perspective.
But he also knew that now was not the time to relax.
Judging from the movement, the sound was probably caused by something not being stabilized, and as time passed, it could no longer hold up and fell down...
The woman is still in his house now.
After the other party finds nothing in that bedroom, he will most likely go back and open the closet.
By the time......
Zhang Zedong really has no way to hide.
"No, we have to think of a way quickly."
This is a precious time. In a tense situation, his brain is running rapidly, thinking about what he should do next.
Walk out of the closet and run out while the woman is searching?
The chance of success is not very high...
Not to mention whether Zhang Zedong would make any noise when he reopened the closet door, just from the structure of the house, the door of the bedroom where the woman went was exactly opposite the master bedroom.
Make a sound.
The woman only had to turn her head to see Zhang Zedong running outside...
And after arriving at the door.
You also have to open the security door.
The total time spent on so many things is not one or two. Unless Zhang Zedong's speed is too fast and faster than a woman's reaction, otherwise he is basically more likely to be caught...
"No, this is going to kill you!"
obviously.
He doesn't have that much confidence in his speed.
Zhang Zedong didn't dare to bet on a woman's reaction speed. After all, if it fails, it will be a bloody lesson. It is not as simple as losing some money...
Most people actually have a habit that is different from most people.
Take Zhang Zedong for example. He usually does not leave his mobile phone charging when he sleeps. Instead, he puts it next to his pillow so that he can easily receive the call when it comes.
And because of work reasons.
He uses his mobile phone more frequently, so he subconsciously takes his mobile phone with him wherever he goes...
Now.
This habit obviously gave him extra choices. Even if he was hiding in the closet, he could still contact the outside world through his mobile phone.
"There won't be no signal..."
"There shouldn't be any other surprises."
Zhang Zedong picked up the phone in his hand and turned on the screen while paying attention to the woman who was still in the other bedroom.
One click to mute.
Avoid making other noises.
He did this immediately to prevent a phone message from coming, perhaps an advertising message from a certain software, and then risking his own life...
Carefully click on the dial-up software.
Zhang Zedong thought about it very seriously.
Finally, I settled on a phone number that I had memorized not long ago...
"It's probably useless to call the police. They don't believe me at all."
"Even if relatives and friends come here, it will be of no use, and they may even be implicated..."
"So......"
Lin Xiao's figure appeared in Zhang Zedong's mind.
The contrast between the extremely old-fashioned outfit and youthful appearance made him decide to give the other person a chance.
"I'm here to save you..."
These words seemed to echo in Zhang Zedong's ears.
And the other party's words that he wouldn't live long, all rolled back and forth in Zhang Zedong's memory.
After Lin Xiaoxiao left her phone number.
Because he was afraid that he would lose sight of the note due to his own negligence, or that some other accident might cause the note to be destroyed and the phone number no longer visible, Zhang Zedong memorized it in advance.
To prevent memorizing mistakes.
It took him a long time to deeply imprint the phone number in his mind, so as not to suddenly fail to remember it when needed...
The phone rang not long ago.
I'll get through to you over there.
While Zhang Zedong put the mobile phone to his ear, he also distracted some of his attention to observe the movements of the woman at this time...
He knew he had to be extremely quiet.
So he almost pressed his throat down to the extreme, and Zhang Zedong spoke to the other end of the phone very carefully.
"Please help me..."
"That person...she is at my house now!"
...
...
The other end.
Lin Xiaoxiao was confused when he received the call.
She never thought that she would receive such a shocking call from the other party again...
That person is at his house?
Do you need me to save him?
Lin Xiaoxiao, who was a little hesitant, thought of something, and asked Qianye with some doubts.
"That poster, is he...in danger now?"
Naturally, these words were not heard by Zhang Zedong on the other end of the phone. Now Lin Xiaoxiao knew how to communicate with Qianye in his heart.
[It’s all like this, 99% of the time it’s possible. 】
[You tell him to ensure his own safety, don’t run around, keep the phone open, and you’ll be there right away.]
"I am going now?"
Lin Xiaoxiao turned his head and looked at the sky outside.
It’s already this time, if I want to go out, Mother Lin will definitely not let me go...
It was so late at night, and the common excuse of going to a classmate's house to do homework was completely unreliable. Mother Lin was not stupid, there was no way she would believe it.
[You are stupid, you went out quietly! Why do you have to report everything?]
[If you delay a little longer, that guy might really die..."
Qianye noticed Lin Xiaoxiao's concerns and immediately replied.
And because of work reasons.
He uses his mobile phone more frequently, so he subconsciously takes his mobile phone with him wherever he goes...
Now.
This habit obviously gave him extra choices. Even if he was hiding in the closet, he could still contact the outside world through his mobile phone.
"There won't be no signal..."
"There shouldn't be any other surprises."
Zhang Zedong picked up the phone in his hand and turned on the screen while paying attention to the woman who was still in the other bedroom.
One click to mute.
Avoid making other noises.
He did this immediately to prevent a phone message from coming, perhaps an advertising message from a certain software, and then risking his own life...
Carefully click on the dial-up software.
Zhang Zedong thought about it very seriously.
Finally, I settled on a phone number that I had memorized not long ago...
"It's probably useless to call the police. They don't believe me at all."
"Even if relatives and friends come here, it will be of no use, and they may even be implicated..."
"So......"
Lin Xiao's figure appeared in Zhang Zedong's mind.
The contrast between the extremely old-fashioned outfit and youthful appearance made him decide to give the other person a chance.
"I'm here to save you..."
These words seemed to echo in Zhang Zedong's ears.
And the other party's words that he wouldn't live long, all rolled back and forth in Zhang Zedong's memory.
After Lin Xiaoxiao left her phone number.
Because he was afraid that he would lose sight of the note due to his own negligence, or that some other accident might cause the note to be destroyed and the phone number no longer visible, Zhang Zedong memorized it in advance.
To prevent memorizing mistakes.
It took him a long time to deeply imprint the phone number in his mind, so as not to suddenly fail to remember it when needed...
The phone rang not long ago.
I'll get through to you over there.
While Zhang Zedong put the mobile phone to his ear, he also distracted some of his attention to observe the movements of the woman at this time...
He knew he had to be extremely quiet.
So he almost pressed his throat down to the extreme, and Zhang Zedong spoke to the other end of the phone very carefully.
"Please help me..."
"That person...she is at my house now!"
...
...
The other end.
Lin Xiaoxiao was confused when he received the call.
She never thought that she would receive such a shocking call from the other party again...
That person is at his house?
Do you need me to save him?
Lin Xiaoxiao, who was a little hesitant, thought of something, and asked Qianye with some doubts.
"That poster, is he...in danger now?"
Naturally, these words were not heard by Zhang Zedong on the other end of the phone. Now Lin Xiaoxiao knew how to communicate with Qianye in his heart.
[It’s all like this, 99% of the time it’s possible. 】
[You tell him to ensure his own safety, don’t run around, keep the phone open, and you’ll be there right away.]
"I am going now?"
Lin Xiaoxiao turned his head and looked at the sky outside.
It’s already this time, if I want to go out, Mother Lin will definitely not let me go...
It was so late at night, and the common excuse of going to a classmate's house to do homework was completely unreliable. Mother Lin was not stupid, there was no way she would believe it.
[You are stupid, you went out quietly! Why do you have to report everything?]
[If you delay a little longer, that guy might really die..."
Qianye noticed Lin Xiaoxiao's concerns and immediately replied.