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Deng Xiaochun breathed a sigh of relief, and while walking towards the bathroom, he subconsciously glanced downstairs.
Later, he might as well sleep on the sofa on the first floor, the five-seater is quite spacious, enough for him to lie down on.
It's better than sleeping next to Jia Wei.
The noise made it impossible to sleep at all.
Anyway, he just slept in the living room, so he didn't offend Jia Wei, and Jia Wei couldn't say anything about him.
After Deng Xiaochun made a decision, he immediately felt a lot more relaxed.
He turned on the light in the bathroom, plugged in the plug of the washbasin, turned on the faucet, let the water run for a while, and poured the cold water on his face with his hands. The cool water soothed his irritable emotions.
He splashed two more handfuls of water on his face, and when he couldn't see anything, he remembered that there were no towels in the bathroom.
He reached out and took out a towel from his storage compartment, unfolded it, and covered his face.
In the next second, a pair of hands suddenly pressed his head firmly, and together with the towel, they pushed him into the washbasin filled with water.
Deng Xiaochun was startled and struggled violently.
Unexpectedly, the strength of those hands was unusually strong, and he struggled hard without breaking free.
The towel is very absorbent, and it quickly absorbs water, blending with the lines of his face obediently.
It was completely covered by the wet towel, almost completely cutting off the air, so that every time Deng Xiaochun tried to breathe, what he inhaled was damp water.
The feeling of suffocation caused him to fall into a huge panic, and the fear of dying made him extremely powerful. After struggling, he broke free from the hands on his head.
The first time he broke free, he took out his pistol and turned around to look behind him.
In the blurred vision, only an empty space can be seen.
He coughed hard, quickly wiped off the water droplets on his face with the hem of his clothes, and his vision returned to normal, but he still didn't see anyone.
There was nothing behind him except the snow-white tiled wall.
Deng Xiaochun's heart became even more flustered, and he was about to walk out.
But at this moment, he felt his hair was grabbed by something, and he mercilessly pulled him towards the sink behind him.
In a panic, he fired two shots in the back indiscriminately, and covered his painful head with the other hand.
The palm of his hand touched a few cold fingers, and he tore them recklessly, trying to tear away the fingers that were tightly grasping his hair.
At the same time he struggled to turn around.
In a flash, his eyes glanced to the rear, and then his heart seemed to stop for a moment.
Just behind him, in the mirror above the sink, a pale arm straddled the mirror and grabbed his hair tightly.
The moment he saw this scene, another pale hand stretched out from the mirror and stretched straight towards him.
Deng Xiaochun was terrified. He kept shooting behind him with the hand holding the gun. The bullet hit the mirror, but the mirror surface did not shatter. The bullet seemed to be sucked into the mirror and disappeared without a sound.
And the second hand has firmly controlled his head together with the first hand, and the two cold hands are working hard together, grabbing his head tightly, repeatedly, repeatedly, and heavily washing the back of his head Ikegami hit.
The heavy bang bang bang echoed throughout the bathroom, making him dizzy. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com