Black-bellied Movie Emperor’s Clever Wife

With excitement, fever, and gunshot wounds, her consciousness began to dissipate again. In such a desperate situation, how would she take An Hui to escape? The police did not even know his identity, and it was impossible to save her. Underneath, being able to escape can only rely on herself.

In his blurred vision, he leaned over, slowly squatted, cold breath, pinched her jaw, coldly said, "Become a little bit less suffering! You don't want to lose both legs from now on!"

The pain in the wound made Mr. Xu take a breath, and sweated, "You and Chu Ran are brothers, twin brothers!"

It is not difficult to guess.

The same face is enough to prove that Du Fu and Du Rong who are premature are twins, and Du Yijian and Du Yichen are also twins, so it is not uncommon for Chu Ran to be a twin.

She should have thought about this already. When she saw the paintings on the walls of the secret room, she should think that Du Fusheng was a pair of twins.

Although the paintings are naive, they have reached the point.

Two small animals, locked in a fence ... pointing sharply, the two brothers were painted, and then the small animal became one ... Chu Ran was adopted, but he didn't, what is the reason, she still can't think of it now .

She looked at the iron railing at the entrance and mocked: "Your brothers are really special!"

When they were young, they were imprisoned for freedom, and when they grew up, they put all this on their victims.

He narrowed his eyes and pinched the hand under her jaw to make it shrink, "People who are too smart or know too many things usually die quickly!"

Zumeng endured the pain in his jaw that seemed to be about to be crushed. With a plain face, he let cold sweat ooze out of his forehead, and then slipped drop by drop. The plot in the TV series! "

He sarcastically: "You are wrong, so will reality. Are you a good example?"

She was already a prisoner, and life and death were in his hands.

He snorted: "Don't be so confident before the end!"

As long as it is not dead, there is still a chance to reverse.

"Hard-mouthed woman!" He let go of her jaw and stood up, his eyes no longer looking at her, but fell on An Hui.

Scared, he moved his body to block her, "Leave her alone!"

"I said, I have the final say for such a thing!"

He suddenly stepped on her injured leg and grinded hard. She screamed, and the painful body curled up without her resistance, and An Hui fell into his hand.

He dragged her out of the cage.

He looked at it, grabbed the iron railing excitedly, and kept howling, but he couldn't change his behavior at all.

When An Hui went outside the cave, the cold wind screamed, blowing on her bare skin like a knife cut, making her tremble with cold.

He kicked her, "Get up!"

An Hui snorted, unable to find the focal length in his misty eyes, and fell to the ground in a weak motion.

"I count one, two, three. If you don't get up again, I'll shoot!"

"Don't!" 皛 皛 screamed in the prison.

His gun has resisted An Hui ’s head. Although the gun is not a real gun, its lethality is the same as that of a real gun. Such close range shooting can directly penetrate the brain, just like the 12 dead. The gun can be killed.

He said, "A Hui, get up! Get up!"

An Hui heard the voice and moved reluctantly. Instead of standing up, she actually preferred to be killed by this pervert, because it was too painful, she was injured all over, and she had no energy to resist, but she continued to be tortured alive. It's better to die.

At this moment, she really wants to die!

You do n’t have to be tortured when you die.

The clamorous cries shone into her ears intermittently, and the past appeared in her mind. Jing Sa, Xuan Xuan, and her always cried and laughed together. Such a picture forced her to inspire survival *.

She didn't want to be sad for her, nor did she want to watch her die.

She didn't want to change the look of the walking dead three years ago.

No!

Not allowed!

Holding her breath, she exerted all her strength and stood up slightly.

"Pervert! Do you think ... make ... kill me! Ha ha ... I ... I am ... Hui ... Cough cough cough cough ..." The breath of white breath from the open mouth, cold wind poured into the throat, She let her breath out and coughed violently, making the whole person topless.

The man in front of him did not have any trace of pity and grief, and said coldly: "Then run!"

An Hui gritted her teeth to wipe off the blood stains on her face and head, turned her head to look at the scarves, and squeezed a weak and broken smile, "Don't ... don't worry ... I will live ... I will come back alive! Hunting? Old lady ... Old lady is not afraid! "

Tears scrambled to grasp the railing and returned her with a smile, "Yes, hunting, there is nothing to fear."

The interaction between the two, in his eyes, only felt funny.

"So much nonsense, what to do, run, give you ten minutes!"

An Hui's teeth were trembling with cold, and there was thick snow under her feet. The wound was sorely hurt by the cold attack, and it was sharp and unbearable, but the belief that she could not fall down supported her. She turned around and ran hard.

Every step taken seems to be using the relay of life ...

The setting sun hung on the hill, orange and red, and red, and she ran forward desperately.

The white snow left a blood-red footprint after she stepped on it.

The cold wind bursts, although the snow under the feet is thick, but the gravel buried in the snow can still cut the soles of her feet, as if traveling on one blade after another.

She just ran as far as she could, and could not care about what was around. The branches cut her arms, body, thighs, and the feet, and fell down, all the way down the hillside, and countless debris on the broken road. Pierced her skin.

Pain, it has begun to numb!

She really didn't know how long she could persist.

She gasped, clutching the wild grass and crawling forward.

Stay away ... stay away ...

Until there is no more energy to move forward.

With a bang, a lead shot fell on her feet, the sound of the gunshot sounded like a demon's life chasing sign.

She gritted her teeth and stood up again ...

Run, fall, get up, run again, all over again ...

She was like a deer hunted by someone, panicking and panicking.

Then the hunter chasing him, fully armed, shouting excitedly, shot at her one shot after the other, but none of them hit her, all hitting the place passing by her.

But the more so, the easier it is to cause psychological oppression.

The horror that would be hit when she didn't know when it broke out in her body.

Pooh ... pooh ... pooh ...

There was the excited and horrible laughter behind him ... approaching step by step, no matter how he escaped, he was always there.

Horror is not enough to describe this feeling.

She is a person, she is not an animal.

But he never thought so.

From the day he was kidnapped, she has been chased like this for three days!

That's how the body-wounded injury came from.

The more she was frightened, the more she screamed, the more excited he was.

She is his prey!

However, he is the hunter dominating her life and death!

Hunter's game!

There is no possibility of winning.

Two hours later, An Hui was dragged back, dying, her body was cold, her body covered with blood, her wounds were twice as many as before, and she could not find a complete place. Everyone thought she was dead.

Huo Hu held her tightly, rubbing her limbs. In such an ice and snow world, she ran naked for two hours outside. She was already frozen. If you can't let the blood warm up in time, you will also be amputated.

Her breath was weak, but she still insisted on comforting the scary, already crying, "I'm so powerful ... still ... alive!"

With a choking voice, she continued rubbing her hand, "You are An Hui, and will be the famous movie in the future, and will get all the awards ..."

"Greater than Kangxi ...!"

"He can't compare with you!"

"Ha ha ha ... cough cough cough ..." She laughed and coughed, "You must say that face-to-face ... when faced with him!" She shivered, "Lord, I'm so sleepy, so cold ! "

"Can't sleep!" Limiao slapped her face.

This is medical common sense. The colder you are, the more you need to stay awake.

Most people who died in a blizzard usually died in their sleep.

"I suddenly ... I want to drink Luo ... Borscht!"

"When we are saved, I invite you to drink!"

"And steak !?"

"Anything you want to eat!"

"Bring ... Ji Xiaonan ..."

"Well, bring him!"

An Hui smiled, but only halfway apart, she began to wailing. She was really in pain.

"This is the so-called sisterhood?"

The men outside the railing squatted and looked at them with a look of contempt.

"You have played enough, what do you want?"

"Still so calm! I really want to see how you are chased by me ... must be fun!"

"you may try it!"

"No need!" He shook his hand. "You are different from ordinary women. As long as you are free, even if it is only for a moment, it will give you a chance. I am not so stupid!

"So break my leg?"

He snorted, "I have to admit, I can't beat you! The martial arts instructors of the SWAT team are not easy to mess with."

"Have you investigated me?"

He held his chin in his hand and looked at her, playing with the taste: "Knowing yourself and knowing each other can win a battle!"

He was silent for a few seconds, "So you also know that I used to be a FBI person?"

Although it was a question, she already guessed in her heart that he must know.

Otherwise, he will not use the explosion to make her afraid, and then lose the ability to fight back.

"Know!" He did not conceal, "Aran and I both think you will be our nemesis!"

Mr. Huo wrapped his clothes tightly with An Hui and snorted, "Thanks for it!"

"Now, can't you read the detective novel?"

He suddenly asked this question, which made him a little inexplicable.

He was excited, "I have read many detective novels, no matter how powerful, cruel, and perverted murderer, in the end, the detective will see through everything, so that they will be caught!"

He didn't understand the reason for his excitement. Detective novels and TV series usually have this layout. Even the cunning murderer can't beat the detective. If it's not written like this, I'm afraid it won't sell.

"I was thinking, these so-called brutal, cruel, perverted murderers are really stupid!"

The excitement on his face suddenly turned into a bloodthirsty color, and instantly his face was bruised.

With a shudder in her heart, she had already guessed what he wanted to say.

"Since it's the detective who knows everything, willn't it just kill the detective? Ha ha ha ha!" He laughed wildly. "The murderers are just stupid."

He closed his smile and met her coldly, "Sir Detective, do you think I'm right?"

The structure of detective novels is generally that the case is unsolved, and the police are incapable of solving the case. The famous detectives are invited. No matter what type of detective is, they will always solve the case.

Detectives played a very important role in the case of loosing cocoons. Their thinking was always one step faster than that of the police.

If you compare everything that is happening now to a novel, he is undoubtedly the murderer, then she is the detective who solved the case.

If the detective dies, the incompetent police will not be able to solve the case for a lifetime.

It is for this reason that the smile is wry.

No, there is nothing wrong with this reason, she had thought so!

He is indeed smart, **** smart!

She countered: "The book is written to meet the tastes of the people, but you and I are living people, not characters in the novel. My life and death will only be determined by me!"

He squinted habitually and stared at her like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, and stared at her for so long.

He had a strong killing intention in his eyes, but he was slow to start, which was very intriguing.

"Women like you, skin pain and torture are undoubtedly useless for you." He opened his mouth, "How to make you beg for mercy, how to make you afraid, now it is my most interested thing!"

He only felt that his scalp was tight.

He laughed, and the smile made her feel chilly as she first saw it.

－－－－－－ Digression －－－－－－－

Well, I actually wanted to talk about the theory of detectives a long time ago. If I killed Conan, would n’t it be a hundred?

Alright, long live Lord is suffering a bit!