Fang Weimin turned his head and looked at his watch again, his expression quite satisfied: "It's just right, come in.
Click.
Pan Meilin looked back blankly, and then was shocked. The security guard just walked in, holding the struggling Li Jingjing with her mouth covered in her hand.
"I'm sorry, this kid is so troublesome..." The security guard looked at his expression and turned into a dry laugh mid-sentence. He just dragged Li Jingjing to the sofa inside and tied her to the armrest of the sofa with an iron chain.
However, as soon as he let go, Li Jingjing bit his hand, causing him to cry out in pain and reflexively raised his fist. But just when he was about to swing it, he suddenly remembered something and his hand hung up.
In mid-air. He looked at Fang Weimin, swallowed, pushed her away, and gave her a weird sneer.
Keng.
Li Jingjing hid in the corner of the sofa and pulled on the chain. She looked at Pan Meilin and looked at her appearance. The panic in her eyes turned into despair and stronger resistance. She screamed hysterically, "Ah--" and pulled on the chain.
The skin on my hands was so worn that I wanted to tear them off.
"It looks like, it really looks like..."
Fang Weimin walked to the table, took off his watch and Buddhist beads and put them aside. He turned on the video on his mobile phone and set it up in front of her. There was a look of pity on his face, "It's exactly the same as when you were a child, so similar..." After setting up his mobile phone, he
He picked up a tissue and wiped his hands, then looked at her and unbuttoned his collar.
"Dean..."
"Um?"
Fang Weimin was startled when he heard the sound, but saw that the security guard hadn't left yet, so he couldn't help but frowned again: "Is there anything else?"
The security guard looked at Pan Meilin, who was huddled in the corner and shivering, breathing heavily, and the bloodshot eyes were showing: "It's not that she..."
"Oh, I almost forgot..."
Fang Weimin nodded, and while walking towards Li Jingjing, who was staring at him, he waved his hand, "Tonight, she is yours."
"Ho--"
The security guard's eyes were like light bulbs, and his face was slightly distorted.
"Ahh——"
"Ahhhh——"
The girl's hoarse scream was like an awl, piercing straight into Pan Meilin's brain. She covered her ears with her hands and shrank into a ball.
The security guard pulled her over and gasped and pulled her clothes, but she was hugged into a ball and it was difficult to do anything. He angrily cursed insulting words, then slapped her on the head one after another, and then went to grab her.
Her hands said, "Don't shout, don't scream, I told you not to scream...", but it was of no use at all. He had no choice but to throw her to the ground, sit on her, and touch her with both hands.
Break her off...
"Woo, woo--"
Finally, Luo Zhibing's mentality completely collapsed. I'm just a student, I'm just a high school student, I'm just a fucking high school student! At most, I'm just a bad student, a bad student! I don't know where a force came from.
, he got up, howled and ran away through the door.
"Get him back!"
Fang Weimin covered Li Jingjing's mouth, half-kneeling and pressing her down on the sofa with his knees. Looking at her expression and eyes, his face turned blood red with excitement. However, the security guard ignored him. He couldn't bear it anymore.
He turned his head, veins twitching on his forehead, and shouted: "Did you hear that?"
"Hold……"
The security guard took off his pants and realized what he was doing. When he saw Fang Weimin's expression, his mind went cold and the animal blood in his body became slightly colder. Although he was unwilling to do so, he still did not dare to disobey and was reluctant to leave.
He glanced at Pan Meilin, who was curled up and shivering on the ground. Thinking that she was still growing overnight, she resisted the urge to lift up her trousers and chased her out with half of her crotch exposed.
"hehe……"
Fang Weimin lowered his head again and grinned at Li Jingjing, who had round eyes: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't move..." He reached out to touch her face, but as soon as he let go, one of her hands grabbed it,
He also kicked him a few times, so he raised his arm high and slapped her on the face, "Don't move-", with a "slap", Li Jingjing's face tilted to the side.
, blood splattered from the corner of her mouth. Fang Weimin smiled and slapped her with his backhand again, but she still struggled and refused to give in, so he raised his palm again and gasped, "Don't move, huh, huh, be good, don't move,
Lift up, obedient,...obedient! Obedient! Obedient! Obedient—" Every word 'obedient' was accompanied by a powerful and heavy slap, until her face was covered with blood, until she barely knew how to hit her.
It didn't stop until it moved.
The girl would resist at first, but later on, her head would just move left and right in response to his slap. She looked straight at Pan Meilin and her mouth squirmed.
"Chirp——"
Pan Meilin was shocked. She was still shaking, but there was a moment of pause.
Fang Weimin plucked her clothes, his mouth was wide open, the corners of her mouth were pulled to both sides in exaggerated arcs, and his eyes were wide open due to excitement.
Peng.
The door was pushed.
Fang Weimin continued to pull the girl, completely ignoring the person who walked in. The latter looked at the door for two or three seconds, and then walked in. Fang Weimin paused. Beaten to death? Suddenly, Li Jingjing was quiet, leaving him for a moment
He thought it was too harsh. Then, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The person who came in was not a security guard! When he turned around, he saw a man standing under the light, looking at him with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a hoodie and a pocket.
The other party also wore a one-horned ghost mask on his face, with only a pair of eyes, mouth and chin exposed. He shuddered and jumped off Li Jingjing reflexively, "Security! Security! Security -
—”
The visitor tilted his head and showed no intention of stopping him.
It was dead silent outside, with no movement at all.
Fang Weimin was sweating all over his face. When it was originally designed, the location of the office was like a temple in a palace, located in the center of the orphanage. In order to show its uniqueness and high status, it was also separated from the nearest dormitory by a corridor. If there was no one in the corridor,
Even if he shouted at the top of his lungs, he might not be able to hear it outside. He hurriedly retreated behind his desk, opened the drawer, and regained his composure: "Who are you?" The incident was too sudden and the situation was unclear.
The first reaction is to delay as much time as possible, waiting for the security guard to discover the abnormality and arrive.
However, the visitor ignored him and only looked down at Pan Meilin, who was trembling and huddled up with her head in her arms. Then she looked at Li Jingjing over there. She was badly beaten. In addition to blood, the corners of her mouth and eyes were swollen.
The clothes on her body were torn to pieces. There were obvious signs of her struggle. Her whole body was red and blue, and some places were torn and scratched to bleed. There were almost no intact parts. He stood for a few seconds,
Then he walked to the window, lifted up Pan Meilin's coat with his toes, and just covered her body.
"Who are you!"
"..."
The visitor looked at him and then walked towards him.
"stop!"
Fang Weimin shouted loudly, but the other party ignored him and came straight towards him. So he panicked and became angry. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed a pistol from the drawer.
"stand--"
Click.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Before he finished speaking, the thumb of Fang Weimin's hand holding the gun exploded in the flash of light. He was stunned for a second or two, and then he let out a miserable howl of 'Ahhhh--'.
Because of the pain, his pupils dilated rapidly and his face even twitched violently.
Whoosh——
The man's hand shook. He saw the silver light shaking out an arc under the light, wrapping around Fang Weimin's neck and making a circle. He took a step back, turned sideways and pulled hard. His neck was instantly stretched out into a line.
Fang Weimin's eyes widened, and he was pulled up and flew out from behind the table.
All the things on the table were swept away. Phones, documents, writing pens, thermos cups, watches, prayer beads, mobile phones... were scattered all over the floor.
"vomit--"
Fang Weimin covered his neck. Because he couldn't breathe, his neck was thick and red, and all the blood vessels were protruding. He stretched out his hand to get the gun on the ground.
Snapped.
Just when his hand was about to touch the handle of the gun, he stepped on it with one foot. Then he was slowly lifted up, strangling his neck as if he was hanging. He was lifted up alive, from lying on his back to
He knelt down before stopping. His eyes were bulging, congested and red, and his whole face turned the color of pig liver. Only then did he see what was wrapped around his neck. It was a stick of about
A silver thread as thick as a fan. He instinctively grabbed it, but the thread had already penetrated his flesh. He had no choice but to grab the opponent, but before he could even touch the corner of his clothes, he was kicked over with a bang, and his back was filled with pain.
He hit the desk with hatred, until he felt that his internal organs were broken, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Whoosh.
Suddenly, the person who came raised his hand, and the silver thread retracted with a swish, and in the blink of an eye, it passed under his wrist and disappeared into his sleeve.
"Uh-oh-oh-"
Fang Weimin lay down and retched. At this time, he was out of breath, and the pain of the severed finger came back again, causing tears and snot to flow from his nose.
The person who came didn't look at him. He slid back the foot that was holding the gun and threw it in front of Pan Meilin. Then, he walked to the sofa and looked down at Li Jingjing. She didn't move very much anymore, and her face was so swollen that it was almost invisible.
Her original delicate appearance. She opened her eyes slightly and looked at him. There was still a little light left in her dim eyes that had not been extinguished, but it was only a little bit left, like a candle in the windy and dark night.
He wanted to take off his clothes for her, but when his hand touched the zipper, he remembered that he couldn't, so he looked left and right, and finally looked at the curtains hanging in front of the window. He walked over and used the sharp knife at the end of the silver thread hidden in his sleeve.
A small slit was made on it, and then a piece was easily torn off with a 'squeak' sound.
Fang Weimin looked at this scene, and finally there was a trace of fear in his eyes. The other person stood by the window with a sharp look, proving that something must have happened downstairs. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he had to find a way to save himself. He endured it
Feeling severe pain, he slightly shook his head forward and winked, his eyes fierce.
The visitor looked at the torn curtain cloth and saw that it was a suitable size, so he shook it vigorously to shake off the dust, then turned around and went back. After walking a few steps, he suddenly paused.
Pan Meilin sat up at some point, holding the gun tremblingly. Her pupils swayed, her lips trembled, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at him.