Because the back, can not see the appearance, can only see is a very petite figure, from head to foot are black, the body windbreaker also seeping water, drop by drop.

"There is no media, no passers-by, only the police. There are people guarding all around. You don't have to worry that someone will post your appearance, back or all the photos that may remind people of your identity on the Internet!"

In the age of network development, casual shooting has become a routine, which is exactly what she wants to prevent.

Jing SA was a little worried behind him The man still had a knife in his hand and could do it at any time.

"Don't worry, she won't hurt me, because she knows who I am? She just needs time to digest what just happened She came a few steps closer without fear. "Right? Third aunt, or I should call you Chen Yi! "

The man suddenly trembled, although did not turn around, but holding the handle shaking hand, has explained everything.

"I don't think you like to be called three yuan, because it represents the years you hate the most, even if the name is your own, no, it should be said that you forced it."

The hand holding the handle of the knife finally let go and clanked in the warehouse.

"You designed it..."

Like a voice filled with sand in the throat, it rings out quietly, some dumb, some stuffy, so broken that people can't tell whether it's a male voice or a female voice, just like trying to squeeze it out of the throat.

He was surprised, "your voice..."

"Ha ha... Voice? How can you keep yourself from being discovered when you're locked up in the basement? " She turned slowly to face the crowd.

Under the light, it was a face tortured by years, withered and rough, thin and haggard, engraved with the wrinkles left by years, but the hair was combed very seriously, without a bit of disorder, but one after another silver wire was clearly visible in the black hair, a pair of black pupils in the slightly sunken eye socket, quietly telling the vicissitudes of years.

No more beautiful, no more enchanting, only a pair of broken skin.

"As long as you break your voice, even if you can speak, you can't shout out loud. It's an extravagant hope to call for help, isn't it?"

She said it peacefully, but with endless sadness.

"Do you want to catch me?" She laughed, "come on."

She stretched out her hand. Her fingers were as thin as crab legs. Some fingers were bent and couldn't be straightened like broken bones. What's more, it was unbelievable that none of her nails were complete, full of scars and scars.

He took a breath, and his eyebrows closed tightly.

Jing SA went up, took out the cold handcuffs, "Chen Yi, you are arrested..."

"I'll do it!" He stretched out his hand and stopped Jing Sa's action. "She doesn't want the police to handcuff her. I'm not a police officer. I'm a friend of her daughter."

She took the handcuffs, but hesitated after seeing her hands.

She said with a smile, "do you feel sick?"

She shook her head. "Why, this is a pair of hands... Desperate to escape from hell. It's also a pair of hands that want to protect their loved ones whenever and wherever they are. It's also a pair of hands that can make many delicious dishes!"

She trembled again, "you are so smart, you can see everything, ha ha, I used to dig with my hands, no matter the bone is broken, or the nail cap is gone, I still dig desperately, even if the blood is dripping, even if the pain is too deep, I never give up, because I know, that is my only chance, the only way out."