The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 384 Fear

The car didn't know how long it had been driving, and finally stopped.

After a while, the pain from being shocked by the electric current finally disappeared, and Ji Qian also felt that she had regained some strength.

It's just that the ropes on her body and hands were tied very tightly, and she didn't have the ability to save herself when she was tied into a meat dumpling, so she could only let that weird man drag her out of the car and take her with her. She entered an independent house similar to a villa.

The moment the door opened, she seemed to smell a faint smell of blood.

His scalp tightened immediately, and when he looked up, he could see the gentle smile on the lips of the man who was hugging him, and he shuddered even more.

What is this place?
She had a premonition that what she was about to encounter next was probably similar to the cases Song Zhen was exposed to on a daily basis.

It's just that she has changed from a listener to a party in the story, the so-called victim.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, she held her breath, trying to tell herself not to be afraid, the more afraid the more likely to accelerate death.

"Baby, are you nervous?" The man is obviously a foreigner, but he is very fluent in Chinese, and can even change his pronunciation.

Ji Qian's scalp was numb, but she couldn't make a sound because her mouth was still blocked by the cloth ball.

Obviously, the man didn't mean to ask her to answer, "Shh, don't be nervous, we are here as guests."

Just after finishing speaking, Ji Qian heard an elegant female voice, "Are you here?"

It's pure British English, with the sound of doors opening.

For some reason, Ji Qian felt that the voice sounded familiar.

And the smell of blood in the air also became stronger as the door opened, making people feel sick.

"I don't like such an oriental face. Why did you bring her here?" The woman said coldly, scoffing at Ji Qian.

Ji Qian suddenly remembered that she had heard this voice in the dressing room of the show!It was the top makeup artist that David specially invited, named Bette.

At that time, when she was putting on makeup for herself, she was always cold about this face, and she was not happy about it, saying that the faces and facial features of Chinese people are too ordinary, and in her eyes they all look the same, there is no difference at all.

Later, under the communication of Sister Feili, she changed a makeup artist for her. At that time, Sister Feili said to her: "Don't look at the other party as a well-known top makeup artist, but if a makeup artist doesn't know how to appreciate your beauty, Then she will naturally be unable to highlight your beauty."

The intersection between the two was limited to this, but this incident left a deep impression on Ji Qian.

Because to some extent, this had deeply affected her self-confidence before the catwalk, and the make-up artist who looked down on her was a super fat man who would tremble on the floor when he walked, his face was so fat that it was a mess, It's just a big cake, such a person actually says that his facial features are ordinary!

Just thinking about it makes me angry, okay?

I didn't expect it to be this makeup artist, but what is she doing, and why does the house smell like blood?
Just as he was thinking about it, the man had already put her in a wheelchair, and then turned to Bette and said, "I know you don't like it, so I brought you another cute little angel. Here, get it from the trunk of the car."

"Baal, you really are a devil, not a gentleman at all. How can you not behave yourself in front of our beautiful lady?" Bette sneered.

Ji Qian had already sat down at this moment, so she could see the woman's face clearly. It was indeed the very bloated and obese makeup artist Bette who looked down on Chinese people.

Such a cold and soft voice and this fat body, there is a strange sense of disharmony.

Because anyone who heard this refreshing voice would think that she was a beautiful and outstanding girl, but who would have thought that she was a big fat man with countless rings of flesh on his waist.

That leg was almost as fat as a pig's trotter, and the flesh of the arm was trembling when it was lifted, not to mention the chin, which was so fat that it disappeared from the neck.

Ji Qian didn't discriminate against fat people, but she really couldn't look directly at a fat person who discriminated against her.

As if feeling the disgust and revulsion in Ji Qian's eyes, the fat Bette rushed over and said to Ji Qian, "Don't think that you are beautiful because you stole the limelight last night, but you are just an inferior Chinese!"

Ji Qian immediately raised her eyebrows, what do you mean by an inferior Chinese?

But her raised brows were soon crooked, because she was pressed by the woman's fat body, and she was almost out of breath.

"Don't bully my cutie, I'll help you get what you want, it's important, it's almost time," the man named Baal reminded.

"Thank you." Bette stepped back and let Ji Qian go.

Ji Qian was gasping for breath, but her heart couldn't stop falling. What are these two people trying to do?
Soon, she knew the answer.

The man carried a woman up the stairs. The woman seemed to have passed out a long time ago, without any consciousness. Perhaps, she was already dead?
When passing by Ji Qian, Ji Qian had to admit that ignoring this woman's figure, her face was very beautiful, just like a Barbie doll in the real world, with rosy white skin, plump and slightly pouty lips, High nose bridge, and sky-defying curly long eyelashes!
Although she didn't open her eyes, Ji Qian could imagine what a pair of beautiful, vivid and deep eyes it would be!And a very sheer dark blue for sure!
The man carried the woman into the house, and the fat woman followed. The door blocked Ji Qian's view, which made her a little curious.

"Baby, don't be impatient, I'll take you in right away." Baal came out again, with soft eyes, and said to her gently.

His eyebrows and eyes were still the same as that of David's staff, and Ji Qian was terrified when he saw him. When he made a sound, her curiosity disappeared again.

Because there is something stronger than curiosity—fear and fear.

Inside that door was an evil world. Ji Qian quickly closed her eyes, screaming not to go in.

A pair of hands rested on her shoulders, suppressing her struggling body, "Honey, I know you're excited, restrain yourself."

Who's excited?

Who is in a hurry?

put me back!

Ji Qian's mouth was stuffed, she could only whine, and her body swayed desperately.

"This is not good." Accompanied by the man's sigh, an electric current passed through his body quickly, Ji Qian's face immediately became very pale, her stomach hurt sharply, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

This punitive electric shock awakened the memory of the last nightmare in the body, and those fears and fears that had been soothed by Song Zhen came back again.

Then, those cold hands pressed heavily on her shoulders, and the wheelchair turned, pushing her into the room.

The next moment, Ji Qian's eyes turned into copper bells.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of nausea spread from the spleen and stomach all the way up to the throat.

The desire to vomit drove her body forward, but she was pressed hard on the back of the wheelchair by that big hand. She could only let the nausea rush to the top of her throat and nose, and then suffocated and suffered , nowhere to vent.

Immediately afterwards, her body began to tremble unconsciously.

In front of her eyes was a wall of light, with strong incandescent lights shining through the wall, very dazzling.

The white light wall is undoubtedly a clean background, which suddenly highlights the things on the wall.

It was two standing coffins. I don't know what kind of material it is, but the outside is gilded and looks very thick. Under the strong incandescent lamp, it looks extraordinary.

The coffin was covered with pure white brocade, which looked very soft, but the brocade covered in one of the coffins had been stained red and became extremely dirty.

The source of Ji Qian's nausea lies in this.

It seemed to be a doll, but it was incomplete, missing the head and the ribcage.As for the other limbs and even the waist and abdomen, the joints are full of fine and dense stitches, like the dolls sewn when I was a child.

Bette should have put makeup on them, and all the skins have an attractive honey color and a flowing luster.

The sutures have also been treated so that only the stitches can be seen and there will be no bloody feeling.

Just as Kissie was immersed in such terrifying thoughts, Bette's muttering voice interrupted her.

"Ah, this is the face I like, how beautiful..." She stretched out her hand to caress the girl's face as if singing a hymn.

It was only then that Ji Qian realized that on the ground between herself, the light wall and the coffin, there was a transparent glass surrounded by crystal stones, and there was light coming out of it, hitting the ceiling, reflecting a dazzling light.

And the girl who looks like a Barbie doll is lying on it unconsciously at the moment.

Ji Qian opened her eyes wide, her pupils shrank uncontrollably, and she whimpered.

What does this woman want to do!
Then what happened next terrified her.

……

"Baby, watch carefully." Warm breath came from the ear, like the call of the devil.

Ji Qian wanted to hide, but she couldn't. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her body trembled unconsciously because of the cold and fear.

Suddenly, the cloth ball in her mouth was removed, but her throat had already lost the function of screaming, and she could only hear the slight and disordered sound of gasping, and she couldn't even breathe.

"It's so pitiful, but you're still alive." The big palms on the shoulders stroked her hair upwards, stroking, stroking. It was obviously a soothing gesture, but it made her tremble even more.

Suddenly, that hand grabbed her hair and pulled it back, saying sharply, "Open your eyes!"

It was an orderly tone, and the strength in his hand was undoubtedly a threat.

Ji Qian was in pain, her eyelashes were trembling, so she had to open her eyes.

She saw the ceiling illuminated by strong light, and she squinted subconsciously.

The man let go, and she was able to lower her head, but as soon as her eyes moved down, she met that beautiful face!

"what--"

Her soul let out a sharp and extreme scream.

But in fact, her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

She was too scared to use the language system.

That face was facing her directly like that, lifeless, with a sense of defeat.

Bette walked over with her splayed face, carrying her cosmetic case, gave Ji Qian a cold look, and then began to sew with a needle and thread.

Ji Qian felt that she was about to faint, especially when the woman started humming a song while sewing, the melody was so brisk and beautiful, as if she was doing something very meaningful.

A person died in front of her like this. Apart from fear and fear, Ji Qian couldn't have any second emotions at all.

She couldn't stop trembling, the pupils of her beautiful almond eyes narrowed, trembling extremely fast.

(End of this chapter)