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Chapter 1 Introduction

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    When the girl's figure appeared in the alley, the night was thick.

    She is tall and slender, with a delicate face, and is dressed in the uniform of an airline company.

    This familiar alleyway is the only way to go home, and you can walk to the door with your eyes closed.

    This time it was an international flight, and the flight of more than ten hours made her exhausted.

    It was getting late, the alley was empty, and the dim streetlights made her shadow more and more tired.

    The sound of the rollers of the suitcase rolling on the bluestone road, and the sound of my own high-heeled shoes, are clear and rhythmic.

    The mother is worried when the son travels thousands of miles, and this night is no exception.

    When I first entered the alley, my mother called and asked her when she would be home. The supper she had made was almost cold.

    She has the common problem of young people nowadays, she loves her family unconditionally, but the way of expressing love is always impatient.

    She said: "Mom, are you annoying? It's not that I don't know the way home. Why are you calling me endlessly? Stop calling, my phone is almost out of battery."

    The mobile phone is indeed running out of power, and it shows that only 7% of the power is left.

    The mother didn't ask any more questions, and hung up the phone silently.

    This night, the road home has no end, and she can never go back.

    It was too late when she noticed the person behind her.

    On the night of the sixteenth day of the lunar calendar, the bright moon is in the sky.

    After hanging up the phone with his mother, the moonlight stretched the shadow of the person behind him. In just a few seconds, the shadow surpassed him, and a gust of wind hit the back of his head.

    When he woke up, he was dragged to the back of the row of trash cans by someone who grabbed his neck tightly.

    Under the moonlight, the man was wearing a hood, with a faint mint scent on his body.

    An unprecedented fear surged, and she begged bitterly.

    "Brother, big brother, I'll give you whatever you want, just please don't hurt me."

    That man's voice seemed to come from hell.

    "I want everything, including your life."

    There was no one in the alley, and the streetlight at this forked intersection broke down at some point. Under the moonlight, the shadow of the trash can covered the shadow of the demon and himself struggling.

    When the boundless torture began, she struggled desperately several times, but the more she struggled with the pain that the demon inflicted on her, it was like rolling her young and beautiful body in a hot oil pan.

    Just when she thought she couldn't hold on any longer, there was the sound of dragging footsteps from the other end of the alley. The sound was getting closer and closer, and the girl was very familiar with it. Luo Qiao, her middle school classmate in the backyard, had been having trouble with her.

    In those years when she was in school, she always liked to walk behind her with half a cigarette in her mouth, kicking the stones on the bluestone road, pretending to be hesitant, to provoke herself.

    The girl knew that although this Luo Qiao always looked down on her, she was definitely a brave woman. In Luo Qiao's words, she was the policeman's daughter and the embodiment of justice.

    On such a night, being held hostage by the devil, she met Luo Qiao, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and she definitely would not stand by.

    The desperate cry, before the end of the sound, was held down by the man firmly.

    A feeling of suffocation came over.

    The procrastinating footsteps were getting closer and closer, and stopped, hope was right in front of us.

    Time seemed to have stood still, the girl desperately shouted out the word Luo Qiao, but was turned into tiny whimpers by the suffocating air.

    When a ray of light lit up at the fork, the girl seemed to see angel wings flying in the air.

    Rocco's slightly hoarse voice has never been so beautiful this night.

    "Who? Who's there?"

    The sound of procrastinating footsteps, approaching step by step.

    It was the evil three-colored cat that blocked the girl's life channel.

    Ever since the girl was taken behind the trash can by that demon, it has been rummaging through the mess of trash bags.

    It is unscrupulous and unscrupulous, and its evil green eyes occasionally glance at the girl and the demon around her.

    At the corner of the garbage, Rocco's shadow is getting closer.

    The devil freed his left hand and slapped Sanhuamao unexpectedly.

    The three-flowered cat purred and rushed out quickly.

    The girl's heart is so cold, Luo Qiao, she is allergic to cat fur and has been afraid of furry animals since she was a child.

    & nbsp; Sure enough, the last sound the girl heard in this world was the rhythmic, procrastinating, and fading away footsteps (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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