C12

To oppress a defenseless woman like this, Demons were nothing more than that.

I knew that the underworld was cruel, but seeing it with my own eyes still made it unbearable.

In the eyes of this woman, being attacked in public meant nothing at all. But the pain of the body, everyone has a certain limit of resistance. She can't stand it, and I don't think many people can stand it.

Close your eyes and let go of one hand to cover your mouth

I tried to cover my ears, but I couldn't hear the woman; the men were still doing the most ordinary things. It was as if they really were having a snack at a roadside stall.

"Do you want to say? This is light, "the man with the cigarette said coldly," Do you want me to chop off your fingers one by one? "

I looked at Yin Yijie's handsome face, it was still so clean, so clean that it chilled people's hearts!

I bit my finger. No, I bit my arm! A fishy sweet taste immediately entered his mouth along with a hint of salty taste.

I don't want to hear about it. I'd rather be numb and make wood. Let me turn into a pear tree or a peach tree.

If you still want me to live, then please let me escape.

Let me go!

I will be grateful. I will be careful to do my best, be careful not to meddle in other people's business!

I brought out all of my rationality, armed all of my calmness, and used every bit of patience I had …

I can't be impulsive. Impulse is the devil. I could only quietly hide in this corner, waiting for the moment I would leave. As long as the director didn't call for cut, I would continue, continue my torments, continue my nightmares!

The woman was still chanting. This time, it was the miserable screams of the wraiths, who were suffering a fate worse than death. They reminded me one after another,

This place was hell.

Yin Yijie stood up, his slim and spirited figure was almost perfect, with sculpted facial features akin to that of an angel. His steady footsteps could walk in the dark hell, and his sharp eyes could see through the heavy rain and mist …

For a moment I thought he was looking at me, so cold I shivered.

"Where is he?" Yin Yijie walked to the woman's side, his cold voice was as bewitching as a soul reaper.

The woman was bleeding from the corner of her eyes, her lips and nose were similar to those in the horror movies.

The woman groaned a few times and said with difficulty, "I really don't know. All I know is that when he left, he told me to go to his father's grave on the sixth day. If you see a sanitary napkin, take it home and quietly open it. It will contain what he wants to say. "

Yin Yijie nodded. His gloomy face changed slightly, and his eyebrows relaxed a little.

"This time he asked me to meet him here. You already know what he said. That's all I know. "

The woman tried her best. After she said that, she smiled and said, "Let me go. I really don't know about anything else."

That smile is uglier than crying, uglier than grimacing, uglier than making me want to vomit

Yin Yijie slowly walked away, massaging his forehead with one hand while loosening the cup with the other. His back was facing me and his face was hidden.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't hear anything from him, she only felt that he was very unhappy.

The man with the umbrella said with a faint smile, "Your mouth is quite tight, so why don't you let me swallow what happened tonight?"

"Do you want to continue?" The man asked with his doggy legs.

"No!" The woman screamed, louder than all the other voices.

Yin Yi rolled his eyes at that man, then turned and walked out of the room.

The man with the umbrella hurried to catch up, turned his head and coldly snorted, "You can think of such a disgusting method and wrap up her wounds, then call it a day."

The remaining man raised his eyebrows and pouted, then reached out with his hand to pull the bottle from the woman's face.

Ahh … The woman's endless cries resounded through the night sky. She was scattered by a bolt of lightning and turned into fine powder.

The man roughly picked up the woman and threw her into the house.

"Rumble..." The lightning struck again.

After about a quarter of an hour, the men all left …

The lights were extinguished, and the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of the rain and the muffled moans of the women.

I dragged myself along. I had no time to cry, no time to be afraid. Without time to mourn, he would have to face rebirth.

When I walked in, the woman was unconscious. He was lying naked on the bed, and his body looked very scary. However, the wound on his buttocks was simply bandaged, and only slightly oozed blood.

He rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand to pull a quilt to cover her body.

I looked around and saw a bright red cell phone lying on the floor by the wall. I picked it up. Press bright, display local number, silently note down...

Then, walk away.

Only, I was inexperienced, and I never made that call again after that day. The first call I received was still from a public phone, so naturally I couldn't find her.

She disappeared from my life, leaving only that terrible night.

I never knew what she was going to say to me.

The past had already passed, just like the torrential storm.

Stumbling in a dark corner of this bustling city, the road ahead, I still need to use my calm and rational search, I have to be careful.

I didn't know that after being bathed for so long, I was still able to persevere. Walking out of the half-demolished house, the heavy rain once again watered my heart, but it couldn't wash away the fear in my heart.

Beautiful hair, tousled in front of the forehead, face side, chest, and sadness. I wonder those beautiful hair rolls, is there a pattern? The clothes were pressed against my body, revealing my thin body. Although my front and back were straight, my heart was empty.

Cold, already forgotten, long forgotten.

I was like a fish in a hot pot, in the slowly boiling water silently flowing my tears...

Though I don't know who to cry for.

With no one to comfort him, crying was unnecessary.

Just now, for the first time, my gentle, noble, and elegant guardian inadvertently revealed his most cruel side.

"Miss, would you like me to give it to you for a bit?" After an unknown amount of time, a taxi driver stopped beside me.

I glanced at him, numb and cold, my legs self-conscious, and walked on.

"Miss, this road is very far away, be careful not to run into bad guys. I'll give you a piece, a hundred dollars. "How about it?" A taxi driver was rather moral.

I stopped at my feet for a moment and looked at him suspiciously.

I opened the door and got in, looking cold. What do you hold in your fingers?

He lowered his head and saw that it was a cellphone.

Now, Sachs, whom I'd just become familiar with, still didn't ring in my ears. Why haven't you called me yet?

The taxi driver turned on the radio and found me a sad song over the endless treatment of infertility and the prostate specialist clinic.

"Young lady, you have to protect yourself well. If you have nothing to do, then go out in the middle of the night and let your family worry about you. In the future, I will definitely regret it. "

The taxi driver kept talking, talking about everything from the National Leadership Elections, how a brother-in-law of the province's Bowen Hall got drunk and didn't pay for his car, how he bought a stock that grew from nine to twelve yuan a week, and how he only bought ten yuan a week.

I half closed my eyes, wondering if the driver had circled the central garden or if he had dragged me to some remote corner of the city to plot against me. I really don't know, if I encounter another roadblock robbery, whether it's a robbery or a sex robbery, I can still calm down and deal with it.

Fortunately, I was too busy and the driver didn't want me to think of him, so he quickly brought me to the location.

My mind was blank. I looked at him vacantly. I didn't feel grateful at all.

The driver took out twenty dollars from under the steering wheel, tore up the tickets, and handed them to me. He put one hand on the chair and looked at me. Girl, you're still young, you have to be careful when you go out. Go home and change your clothes. You look like you're sick. "

Go home?

Remembering my guardian, the 'parent', I suddenly felt my body heat up and my head spin. I really can't confirm whether I have a home or not.

The security guard at the door looked at me and looked me up and down, but he didn't stop me.

Exhausted, I leaned against the elevator door. On the shiny door, I saw a pale, dripping ghost girl.

Her beautiful long hair escaped from the hairpin and scattered on her head and face. One or two leaves were scattered in her hair.

Its eyes were empty and devoid of light. It looked pretty good, but there was no hint of a stranger in its eyes. Her fair skin, bright white neck, and a few scratches had been washed away by the rain. They were all slightly red, as if she was a ghost that had just died a short time ago.

There were also traces of blood on his arms. It was very light, but one could see that there were also wounds on his hands. His ten fingernails had all been torn apart.

Hur Hur, so this is how I look like!

No wonder the security guard had such a strange look in his eyes. So he had seen a ghost.

Her figure was not bad. Under her drenched clothes, her ample bosom made her seem very charming, very tall, and very stylish. Small flat, long legs.

Heh, how can a young man treat me like a daughter like this?

I had been covering my eyes and trying not to hear, trying to ignore the fear in my heart. Just because, Yin Yijie gives me the gentleness, as good as a dream. He gave me a dream home.

Everyone loves me, loves me, cares about me.

I am too lacking in kinship, too desperate for it. When an accident occurred, although he was afraid, he still closed his eyes and boldly grabbed onto it.

In the end, I don't know whether it was Yin Yijie's cruelty or Yin Yijie's hypocrisy.

The elevator door opened.

I moved in and closed the elevator door. The elevator didn't move and the door opened again. I press it and it opens again.

I pressed 12B and the elevator door closed.

12B, here we are, time to go home,

My head hurt, and my feet felt like they were stepping on cotton. Reality began to change shape at will in my eyes.

Are you sure I want to go back to this place?

Is there no escape for me?