weak waist

You can't get close, you can't shoot, and currently you can only rely on the door of the safe passage for protection.

Yue Yanshu could see the situation inside from the window on one side. The man's clothes had long been torn. It was unclear whether he was still sane, but his condition was definitely not good.

"It's him." Yue Yanshu frowned deeply as he looked at the man with an extremely deformed face inside.

"Do you know Mrs. Gu?"

Not only did Yue Yanshu know each other, but Gu Shanghuai also knew him. They even said hello when they went out this morning. He was the man who lived downstairs from them.

Yue Yanshu was very sure that this person was fine this morning and there was no problem.

So Modolock can make people look like this in one day, which violates the ecological principle of dermal tissue division, but no one can say clearly how strong the skin's ductility is.

Yue Yanshu held Gu Shanghuai's arm with one hand, "He must be completely isolated before the skin's ductility is stretched to the extreme."

So far, Yue Yanshu has not confirmed whether death can stop cell growth in the body. The only thing that can be confirmed is that this person is hopeless.

Gu Shanghuai's eyes were very serious. They would not resort to murder unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, Yue Yanshu also remembered that there was a family of three living downstairs. The child was a few years older than Xiao Gunzai. The woman was a full-time housewife, and the whole family relied on the man for survival.

"Sterile clothes, I'll go in." Gu Shanghuai reached out and asked for the sterile clothes. If he could subdue the person inside, he might be able to keep a whole body.

Gu Shanghuai changed into sterile clothes, and Yue Yanshu did not stop him.

Because she knew this was what Gu Shanghuai should do.

Gu Shanghuai brought two people in, and Yue Yanshu kept an eye on the situation inside.

Until the sound of her cell phone suddenly broke the cautious silence.

It's still an unknown number.

"Your Highness Princess, long time no see." It was Modorok. His voice was a little hoarse, making it difficult to hear clearly.

Yue Yanshu held the phone and turned it on, "What is your purpose?"

"I'm just helping Gu Shanghuai deal with some things that he doesn't want to deal with. This is my purpose." Modo Locke laughed softly, "He is too indecisive. Always thinking about some indifferent feelings will only harm people." he."

The last victim's message was sent to Gu Shanghuai's mobile phone. At this moment, the phone was in Yue Yanshu's hand, and she could clearly see the message that popped up.

Zhu Changquan, 42 years old, a native of Beijing, is the project manager of Ouyang Group.

Soon, the second message came in.

Yang Lie, 38 years old, from Lincheng, manager of the second project department of Liang Group.

"Modo Locke, it's still too late for you to stop now." Yue Yanshu vaguely felt that he could guess what Modo Locke was going to do, "If you stop now, maybe Gu Shanghuai can bring back the person you want. Life or death.”

The people over there seemed to have quieted down, and Yue Yanshu listened carefully and heard another sound, as if someone had his mouth covered and was shouting in extreme fear.

As for Yue Yanshu, Gu Shanghuai and the people inside were still fighting. If a third incident happened at this time, they would really have no time to stop it.

"You risked your life to come to the capital. Duowei would only think that you were at the end of his rope and wanted to drag Gu Shanghuai to be buried with you. But Modolok, we are also acquaintances. With your character, it is better to drag Gu Shanghuai with you. Buried with him, you might prefer that Gu Shanghuai live a life that you can no longer live in this life." (End of Chapter)