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Chapter 100 Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

Three months later, in an abandoned factory area, a few men who looked at the sloppy eyes looked at the tightly packed people in front of them with malicious eyes. Although they were wearing men's clothes and lowered their voices, but for their kind People who have been in the dark corners of society for a long time can immediately recognize that this person is a woman.

"I've brought the money, what about the goods I want?"

The leading man with a mustache suddenly smiled and motioned for the younger brother to take out the goods for the buyer to inspect.With two clicks, pieces of things wrapped in yellow oiled paper appeared in the suitcase.Ba Zihu casually picked up a piece, opened it and handed it to the person in front of him, and said that he would also check the payment.Mustache and his younger brother were stunned by the stacks of red banknotes. They picked up a stack and put them on the tip of their noses. The fragrance of the ink was fascinating.

The mysterious man picked up his cargo and was about to leave, but the mustache blocked his way.

"What are you going to do?"

The mustache glanced at his younger brothers and said briskly: "We took such a big risk to get this thing for the lady, wouldn't the lady give some other rewards?"

Pan Yue's heart rose to her throat, she didn't expect that she would be recognized as a daughter by dressing up so carefully, looking at the man with unkind eyes in front of her, she boldly said: "The transaction is originally about your love and I will, you give me the goods and I will give you the goods." Your money, where else will you come from?"

Mustache stroked his beard, showing a reasonable expression.Just when Pan Yue thought this matter would come to an end, she saw a man walking towards her with a sly smile. This day became a nightmare of her life.

In Hall Manor, because the weather is getting warmer, Chris is setting up a swing for Sherlock in the garden, and he made every part by himself.She likes the roses carved on the bracket. Sherlock seems to be less resistant to him these days. Although she doesn't understand the reason, she is still very happy.Looking up, Charlotte was sitting on the window sill looking at him, with a touch of warmth in her eyes, which was something he had longed for before, maybe she finally felt her sincerity!

Chris is immersed in his own fantasy, but Charlotte is thinking about another person.He is Chris's subordinate, but he developed feelings for herself during getting along. Although he could not go against Chris's order and let him go, he always cared for her within his ability.Thinking of this, Charlotte's thoughts returned to the day when he let himself sink in just a moment.

It had been raining for days and the air was filled with the smell of damp and musty.Sherlock lay on the bed and looked at the sparrows parked outside the narrow iron window to hide from the rain. At this moment, she wished so much that she was one of them and could come and go freely without restraint.However, the reality is that my waist, wrists and ankles are all firmly locked by iron chains, and my life is worse than death every day.She didn't know how long she had been here, at first she was counting the rising and setting of the sun outside the window, but now her mind is muddled.

While she was in a trance, the iron door creaked, and Charlotte's body tensed up instantly. Every opening and closing of the iron door was a physical and mental torture for her.That man never cared about his own feelings, and every time he vented, he was very rough.Like a dog, he gnaws and bites on himself until he is scarred.

"Miss Charlotte, are you all right?"

Charlotte raised her head and looked at the person in surprise when she heard such a gentle voice. It was an extremely young and handsome face, without that twisted and terrifying scar, and her green eyes were like lakes where the ice and snow melted in spring.She thought she was hallucinating, and when she was about to slap herself, she was stopped by a warm hand.

"Miss Charlotte, please don't hurt yourself like this. I will deliver meals for you for the next month."

As he spoke, the man put the dinner plate aside and helped Charlotte up again.

"Anyway, please eat some, so that we can have a future."

Charlotte looked at the dinner plate, which was rich in food.There are tuna sandwiches, pepper sauce croquettes, green salad and a glass of milk, and even a small packet of soda crackers.But she really didn't have much appetite, and that person had always fed her down before.

"Don't think that going on a hunger strike will make me let you go!"

Charlotte also went on a hunger strike, but in return she didn't even have a glass of water every day except for supplements.And hunger strike is really not something that ordinary people can do, at least it is impossible for her.

Looking up at the green eyes of the man in front of her, there was no disdain in the eyes of the person who delivered her food before, but encouragement like a spring breeze.Charlotte's withered heart suddenly seemed to have a glimmer of life, and she picked up the sandwich and chewed it.This person is right, only if you survive will you have a future.

From this day on, Charlotte seemed to be a different person, looking forward to the time to eat every day.Although there is not much communication between the two, the love for each other can be seen from the eyes of each other.Until one day, the two who are getting more and more in love can no longer control themselves, and this scene is bumped into by Zhang Han who came to visit Charlotte.

Looking at the two disheveled people on the bed, Zhang Han's gloomy eyes almost burst into flames.Angrily, he locked the man in a dark room and tortured him every day. He strode to the bed like an eagle catching a chicken, and raised Charlotte to question why she betrayed him.

Charlotte didn't even have the strength to look at him more, the hickey on her body hurt Zhang Han's eyes deeply, and the next moment the white nightdress was scattered on the ground in a pile of pieces.No matter how Zhang Han moved on her body, Charlotte remained silent.

After the end, Zhang Han's tall figure turned his back on the horrific Charlotte, and a low and terrifying voice sounded: "Remember, you belong to me alone. If there is another time, I don't mind letting you become a Talk about a doll that doesn't move."

At this moment, Charlotte's eyes moved, and she said weakly but firmly: "I'm not yours, I haven't been in the past, and I won't be in the future!"

Zhang Han turned around suddenly, and grabbed Charlotte's slender neck tightly with her hands. Charlotte's face turned from pale to red quickly, and her weak fingers were doing useless work on those big hands.Just when she thought she would die like this, she was let go, and the sound of violent coughing echoed in the room.At this moment, she was really scared, not because of Zhang Han, but because of the fear of death.

"It seems that you really love that wild man of yours! Do you think that if I torture him casually, you will feel very heartbroken?"

Zhang Han caressed the handprint he had left on Charlotte's neck. It was a beautiful painting with her frightened expression and hatred in her eyes.After each other, Charlotte never saw the man she loved so much again, and she seemed to hear his heart-piercing screams as soon as she closed her eyes, and the gentle and tender eyes in his eyes when they parted It is still lingering in my mind.

One day, Charlotte was taken out.As soon as he entered the room, he was coughed by the strong smell of blood. He raised his head and saw Zhang Han exposing his muscular upper body, looking at the other side with burning eyes and beckoning her to take a look too.Charlotte turned her head tremblingly, and closed her eyes tightly in the next second, unable to bear to look again.

A man was tied to the cross in a bloody mess, and the flesh of his limbs no longer existed. If it weren't for the slight heaving of his chest, no one would have believed that the man in front of him was still alive.

"Don't you love him? Why don't you dare to look at him?"

Zhang Han stepped down from the seat, squeezed Charlotte's chin with one hand and twisted it to the direction of the cross, and opened her eyes with the other hand to let her see clearly.

"You devil, let me go!"

Charlotte struggled hard, Zhang Han threw her to the cross.Seeing her standing up tremblingly, touching the man's face softly, weeping uncontrollably.The man on the shelf seemed to feel Charlotte's touch, and slightly opened his eyes to give her a smile.

Watching the two reciprocate you and me under such circumstances, the jealousy in Zhang Han's chest kept rising.He snorted coldly: "Throw this man into the wolf's den, and let this woman show me carefully."

Charlotte was pressed on a high railing and watched her lover die in the mouth of wolves. At this moment, her soul also died.Back in the room, she allowed others to re-chain herself and was indifferent. Now she has no tears to shed.Zhang Han looked at Charlotte who was like a puppet and nodded in satisfaction. Since you can't keep your heart, it's good to keep your people.

One day a month later, Zhang Han found that Charlotte had changed, becoming more lively and interesting.Although he knew that this was probably a means she used to confuse him to relax his vigilance, he was still willing to enter her trap, because he was confident that Charlotte would be irresistible here.In this daily temptation, Zhang Han's original vigilance was completely relaxed.He will take Charlotte out for fun, and will take her to meet the members of his gang.

"Han, I just want to be with you today."

Charlotte was lying on Zhang Han's chest coquettishly, her fingers kept making circles.At this time, Zhang Han was already drunk, he waved his big hand to make people go out, bowed his head and kissed the soft lips of the person in his arms.Looking at the sleeping man, Charlotte's long-standing hatred broke out from the bottom of her heart at this moment.She tied up the man with a strong and practical rope, and then put the oil lamp under the curtain, watching the flame on the oil lamp make contact with the curtain, turned and walked out.

The night watchman at the door saw her coming out and asked as usual: "Miss Charlotte, why are you out so late?"

Charlotte tried to make her voice sound as normal as possible: "I can't sleep and come out for a walk, just in this garden."

As he spoke, he pointed around with his fingers, and walked slowly along the route that he had planned earlier. Whether he can succeed or not depends on this time.Suddenly someone shouted that it was on fire, and those who followed her left her and ran to fight the fire.Charlotte took this opportunity to run to the iron fence behind the woods, ignoring the pain from the barbed caltrops scratching her body, she gritted her teeth and rolled over.This place is the weakest place in the entire area, and this is the conclusion she came to after nearly two years of observation.Presumably, there is a large maze-like mountain forest behind, so no more security measures were set up.

Charlotte stumbled forward, she only had one thought now, even if she died in this mountain forest, she would not return to that devil again.I don't know how long I walked, but the sun's rays appeared in the sky.Through the gaps in the trees, she saw that the manor below had been completely burned down, which was why she wanted to live in a wooden building two years ago.That person should be dead, right?
Charlotte stopped and walked all the way, but fortunately, she didn't encounter any ferocious beasts.Just when she finally couldn't hold on, she heard the sound of a car passing by. She looked down and saw a wide asphalt road ten meters below her.

In this way, Charlotte walked east along the road, leaving a bloody foot behind him, and finally a passing car found Charlotte fainted.

"Charlotte, how about trying the swing I made for you?"

It was obviously a gentle and tender voice, but Charlotte could barely hear the feeling of the cold winter.Turning around with a bright smile: "Okay! You accompany me."

(End of this chapter)