The person in front of her began to become blurry. She wanted to touch the pendant hanging around her neck, which was also an alarm and tracker, but her hand was grabbed halfway. Someone asked her, "What's wrong with you? How about going to sleep first?"
Fan Jia bit her lip hard and smiled: "No, Mr. Zhou, aren't you going to take me out for dinner? Let me think about it, let's go eat first..." But she had already fallen into someone's arms. Someone was touching her face and scolding her softly: "Little girl, you want to leave? No way, it's you. Let's take it slow. There's a lot of fun to come."
Fan Jia used all her strength to push him away and ran towards the door. But after running two steps, he caught up with her. He slapped her hard in the face, then grabbed her waist and dragged her onto the sofa. Fan Jia became furious all of a sudden, and even though he was stumbling, he hit him in the chest with his elbow, and then raised his fist and hit him in the face. Mr. Zhou never expected that this weak, half-conscious female student had this skill. His nose started bleeding and he was angry and anxious. He covered his mouth and took a step back.
Fan Jia was full of blood. Even though she felt very dizzy, she could still deal with the middle-aged scum. She picked up the large glass ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it hard on Mr. Zhou's head. He dodged the first blow in a panic and missed. Just as he was about to call for help, "Come quickly..." Fan Jia hit him again with his backhand, hitting him right on the head. He staggered and fell to the ground.
Fan Jia ran out of the door, but when he looked up, he saw several figures walking towards him in the distance. Fortunately, there were stairs on both sides. She closed the door, turned around, and ran downstairs. As soon as she ran to the second floor, she almost fell to her knees. She knew she was about to die. She reached out and touched her neck, and her whole body was cold. No, the alarm and tracking pendant are gone. They must have been torn off during the fight with Mr. Zhou just now.
The second floor had not been disturbed yet, and the corridor was quiet and empty. But the footsteps upstairs were getting closer. Even though she closed the door, how long could she conceal it? If they find Mr. Zhou lying in a pool of blood, they will chase after him. Fan Jia's head felt dizzy and her limbs were weak. She struggled to open the nearest door with her remaining consciousness and slipped in.
The room was dark and quiet, and seemed to be a storage room. Fan Jia touched the shelf and moved towards the window step by step. Looking at the vague light and shadow coming in from the window, she thought, this is the second floor, with her skills, if she jumped down she would at most break some bones, and You Mingxu and the others would surely see it, and the evidence could be taken out. Very good. The injustice and unjust deaths of the two girls can finally be vindicated.
She finally "climbed" to the window. Her vision went dark and she almost fainted. The only sound she could hear was her own rapid breathing. She bit her lip hard, the smell of blood filled the air, and then she reached out and grabbed the windowsill. Just as he was about to turn over, he heard a noise behind him. A cold hand reached out from behind and hugged her waist, and the other hand covered her mouth.
Fan Jia's eyes widened and tears welled up in her eyes. However, she no longer had any strength to resist, and the man slowly carried her back into the darkness. Fan Jia vaguely heard the footsteps running outside the door, and wanted to look back unwillingly, but she was held down by the man. As the two struggled, they knocked over the shelf next to them, and things fell to the ground. But the man's hand was always tightly covering her mouth, holding her tightly. Fan Jia’s eyes finally went dark and she collapsed in his arms.
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