Fighting, schoolmaster!

On the first day of the new year, it's also new year's Day holiday. All the people around are open. Only sun Zhuohang's family is closed.

Yan Weizheng came to give Lu Xiaolai the key Chinese notes of the student president. Several other notes have been found and lent to Lu Xiaolai. Only the Chinese Notes have not been found. Yesterday, he went back to the Department of discipline inspection department and found the notebook in the cabinet of sundries. He agreed with Lu Xiaolai to deliver it to her this morning.

But the note came, but the man was not there.

Yan Weizheng had a bad feeling in his heart. He asked a circle of neighbors. He heard that the sun's house was open in the morning. He also saw someone at the door in the morning. Some people saw that Lu Xiaolai did enter the sun's house not long ago, but no one saw Lu Xiaolai come out of it.

What about people?

Yan Weizheng went to the door of the sun family, knocked on the door, and cried out to the closed door, "is there anyone in the family, please?"

No one answered and no one came to open the door.

Yan Wei walked around the house and climbed up the balcony on the second floor from the side.

Connecting the balcony is a living room. As soon as you enter the living room, the smell of vegetable oil comes to your nose, and the sofa and the ground are scattered with pools of oil. To the bedroom next to a look, was also sprinkled with vegetable oil.

Yan Weizheng frowned and went to the stairs.

There were two suitcases at the end of the stairs, and a faint sound came from upstairs.

Yan Wei Zheng lightened his steps and walked cautiously upstairs.

The sound comes from the attic. The higher it goes, the closer it gets.

The old wooden door at the entrance was concealed. Yan Weizheng leaned back on the edge of the door, stretched out his index finger, gently pushed the door open and looked inside.

When he saw the scene inside, his eyes stopped.

The light inside is very dark. Sun Zhuohang's flashlight on his mobile phone shines on Lu Xiaolai's face, reflecting the terrible bloodstain on Lu Xiaolai's cheek!

Lu Xiaolai curled up on the ground with his eyes closed, his hands tied back, his feet tied, and his face turned pale in the light of the flashlight.

"Xiaolai... What's wrong with me? Why does the world treat me like this! Say it! What did I do wrong! Do this to me

"You don't know what my life is. It's hell... I tried to escape, but every time my mother died miserably, she would appear in my dream and ask me why I don't care about her... Come on, I can't stand it... Can you understand how painful I am?"

"I don't want to hurt you, but why do you want to stop me! Don't worry about these things, there will be nothing! Why do you want to interfere in my plan! last night! Do you know how hard I feel when I let Zuo Yao do it! I feel bad, too! But who can understand me? No... no one, hehe. "

"Come on, say something... I'm so lonely by myself..."

Sun Zhuohang turned his back to the door. Yan Weizheng pushed the door wider and held his breath to get closer to sun Zhuohang.

"Who!" Sun Zhuohang turned his head and glared back fiercely. He pressed Lu Xiaolai's head with one hand. The point of the knife had already aimed at Lu Xiaolai's eyes. "Don't move! If you dare come here, I'll blind her! "

Yan Weizheng's whole body was fixed there, and he did not dare to move forward: "what did you do to her?"

"What does it have to do with you! Get out of my house

"She's injured. Send her to the hospital immediately. I'll be your hostage. You let her go."

"You? What's your use! Can you bring Gu canzhao here? "

"I can." Yan Wei Zheng's eyebrows are wrinkled and his eyes are fixed on Lu Xiaolai.