Danger
As soon as Mu Han got in the car, he was keenly aware that something was wrong. The car was filled with a strong smell of blood. Although most of it was masked by the scent of perfume, a faint trace of blood still penetrated his nostrils.
At an intersection not far from Lu Zhizhi's home, Mu Han asked the driver to stop. The driver slowly put Mu Han down, and Mu Han walked forward without looking back.
When he was halfway there, the feeling that he was being followed became stronger. As he walked, a sudden thunderclap sounded in the sky. Mu Han caught a glimpse of a shadow behind him in the light of the lightning.
He was startled and immediately quickened his pace, and the people behind him also quickened their pace.
Seeing Mu Han quicken his pace, the man suddenly reached out and grabbed him, startling him. Mu Han struggled desperately, but to no avail, and was forcibly dragged into a dark alley. The man swung Mu Han hard, throwing him against the wall. Mu Han was dizzy from the impact and fell directly to the ground.
The man slowly removed his mask and hat. Mu Han took a closer look, and his heart sank. This man was the serial killer the police had been hunting for. The man slowly pulled out a gleaming knife from his back. Mu Han, still hazy from the previous collision, could only watch helplessly as the man advanced towards him.
The man walked up to Mu Han, slowly squatted down, and a creepy smile appeared on his face. He reached out and gently stroked Mu Han's face, his smile becoming more and more twisted. Mu Han turned his face away in disgust, but the man forcibly straightened his face and said sinisterly: "You are the most beautiful person I have ever killed. It's a pity to die now. How about letting me play with you first, and then kill you when I'm done."
After saying that, the man grabbed Mu Han and lifted him up. Mu Han took advantage of the situation and quietly opened his phone. In a panic, he clicked on someone's number. The man, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed what was happening. He snatched the phone away and slammed it to the ground. Then, with a sinister glare at Mu Han, he dragged him into the car and roughly threw him into the back seat.
Mu Han struggled to get up, and in a panic he kicked around, accidentally kicking the man in the vitals. The man frowned, but then smiled sinisterly: "Forget it, no more fun, I'll just kill you."
Mu Han couldn't help but retreat when he heard this. The man saw this and sneered, "Retreat! Let's see how far you can retreat."
As he spoke, the man, holding a sharp blade, stepped closer to Mu Han. Mu Han was so frightened that his face turned pale as paper, and his head was still dizzy. He watched the gleaming knife getting closer and closer to him, and his heart was filled with despair. Feeling that there was no hope, he stopped struggling in vain and closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.
Just when the knife was about to stab Mu Han, suddenly, a figure appeared like a ghost. Mu Han felt a flash before his eyes, and then heard a muffled groan. After a while, he did not feel any pain, so he slowly opened his eyes, and the person who came into his sight was Lu Zhizhi. Mu Han seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and immediately threw himself into Lu Zhizhi's arms, tears streaming down his face, hugging Lu Zhizhi tightly and refusing to let go. Lu Zhizhi hugged Mu Han tightly back, and comforted him softly.
After a while, Lu Zhizhi came out of the car holding Mu Han, glanced at the assistant standing beside him, and signaled him to handle the follow-up. Then, Lu Zhizhi walked slowly to his car and gently placed Mu Han on the passenger seat. Mu Han still held Lu Zhizhi tightly, as if danger would come again if he let go. Seeing this, Lu Zhizhi gently stroked Mu Han's head and whispered, "Let's go home first, okay?"
Mu Han was still immersed in the fear just now, and had not recovered. He just subconsciously held Lu Zhizhi tightly. Lu Zhizhi gazed at him gently, and when their eyes met, it seemed as if everything around them was still. Suddenly, Lu Zhizhi couldn't help but kiss Mu Han lightly. This sudden action made Mu Han slightly stunned, and his hand subconsciously loosened a little. Lu Zhizhi touched Mu Han's head again, then walked to the driver's seat and started the car.
After a while, the car arrived at Lu Zhizhi's home. Lu Zhizhi got out of the car first, then walked around to the passenger seat and gently opened the door. Mu Han was still sitting there, motionless. Lu Zhizhi gently picked Mu Han up and walked into the house.
When they got to the house, Lu Zhizhi was about to put Mu Han down, but Mu Han refused to let go. Mu Han stayed in Lu Zhizhi's arms for a long time. Lu Zhizhi gently comforted him, and when he saw that Mu Han's clothes were wet from the rain, he whispered, "Hanhan, let go first. I'll go find you some clean clothes, okay?"
Mu Han hesitated, thought for a moment, and slowly loosened his hand. Lu Zhizhi touched Mu Han's head again, turned around and quickly went upstairs. After a while, Lu Zhizhi came downstairs with one of his shirts in his hand. He walked to Mu Han, slowly squatted down, and said gently: "Hanhan, can you change your clothes?"
Mu Han looked at him, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Lu Zhizhi immediately understood what he meant and said, "Hanhan, I'll get you something hot to drink first."
After saying that, Lu Zhizhi turned and walked towards the kitchen. Seeing him leave, Mu Han slowly began to change clothes. As soon as she changed her clothes, Lu Zhizhi came over with a cup of hot milk. He walked carefully in front of Mu Han and handed the milk to Mu Han carefully. Mu Han reached out to take it, and Lu Zhizhi took Mu Han's hand and placed it on the cup, while his own hand covered Mu Han's hand and said gently: "Hanhan, let me warm you up."
Mu Han didn't refuse, nor did he respond. After a while, Lu Zhizhi felt that the milk was getting a little cold, so he let go of her hand and gently urged, "Hanhan, drink it quickly, otherwise it will get cold."
Mu Han didn't say anything, picked up the cup and drank slowly. Lu Zhizhi was fascinated by the way Mu Han drank milk and the funny way he looked in his baggy shirt.
Mu Han had just finished drinking milk, and Lu Zhizhi was about to speak when his cell phone suddenly rang. Lu Zhizhi reluctantly took out his phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, but he knew who was calling. In desperation, Lu Zhizhi answered the call.
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