Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The wrist was always cold sweaty, making sure that the outside voice was far away, and Seasonal Warm carefully turned the folding knife that had been in the hand for a long time.

The fact that she signed the $5 million check also proved totally useless, and the man who tied her hand did have some tricks, some morality, to tie the rope in her hand.

She turned her wrist hard and gradually made a little space between her hands. She slowly opened the folding knife, remembering what the man had said earlier, and cut the sharp blade back and forth on the rope between her index finger and middle finger.

Her hands were tied and the movement was inconvenient. She had already spent a lot of time and a lot of effort in these movements. At this time, she was sweating again, and the strength of cutting the rope could not be made out. She could only grind it with a little blade.

After about two minutes of grinding, the rope was broken and she still dared not relax. Carefully, she broke the rope completely by means of a clever tie on the rope. Once her hands were free, she quickly tore off the rubber tape from her mouth.

Her mouth is now presumably torn red, she endures pain, holds her breath, bends down and cuts the rope off her feet with a knife.

At last, she was free. She stood up a little more carefully. Her legs and feet were already numb. She walked slowly to the door with her bare feet and listened to the movement outside.

As if these people were certain that she could not escape at all, there were no manpower divided outside to guard.

When she was just brought in, she knew that there was a narrow, lighted and dark corridor outside, through which there were stairs at the end of the corridor, and up the stairs was a hidden, acoustically blocked dark door in the corner of the bar.

Season Warm tried to push the door and found it locked, no wonder no one was outside.

She lifted her hand and took off a fine black hairpin that was not on the top, back and forth for two generations. Perhaps only at this moment could she thank the wolves of the previous life for their escape experience. Everything in the previous life had taught her a lot, at least this simple door, not a door lock such as a burglar door, she could open it in a little time.

Seasonal warmth tried to put the hairpin by the door handle towards the lock eye inside, pushing hard to poke the thinner side of the metal needle under the hairpin, because it didn't dare to make too loud noise, so I had to carefully try it back and forth in the lock eye.

This basement is just a simple wooden door and the lock is also a very simple single lock.

Time is passing a little bit, the anxiety under the warmth of the season is getting worse, even every time she hears footsteps coming from outside, she will be shocked to hold the hairpin and turn around to hide behind the door in a precautionary position, so that she doesn't know how many times back and forth, finally, the hairpin found a position in the lock eyes, the door lock opened very low, she exhaled gently, do not turn the hairpin back on, open the door handle.

As soon as the door opened, the deafening roar of the bar instantly struck.

Seasonwarm poked her head out, observed the surrounding area, then quietly closed the door, sticking to the roots of the wall, lowered her head, tried not to be caught by the surveillance in the corner, finally walked to the stairwell, suddenly saw someone over there approaching, she turned back in shock and saw that the door in the other room next door did not seem locked, busy entering the door directly, back against the door, heartbeat a second, listening to the movement outside the door.

The house in front of her didn't turn on the lights, but just as she opened the door, she glanced in and saw that the room was almost identical to the one she had just been in, and it seemed to be the same for every room in this basement hallway.

She was thinking about how to escape. There were people around the bar, not knowing which guests, which ones were in the bar, and how to avoid them?

Outside the door suddenly came footsteps, getting closer and closer, listening to those sounds, the sweat of the season warming up upright.

The sound of the footsteps seemed to go towards the room where she had previously been, and suddenly it was quiet, which made her feel a little panicked.

If not, with that strange quiet coming, then came the angry and depressed voice: “Man should not have fled too far, find it immediately, she carried something that could cut the rope? Which grandson tied it up? Mother! Find it! ”

Then, the outside footsteps gradually became louder and a little more chaotic, while the surrounding room doors were kicked open one by one.

Seasonal warmth frowned, carefully hiding under a black setup next to it, squatting down and holding your breath.

“Look at every room!” Those footsteps approached, and suddenly someone kicked the door open, and the lights in the room were turned on, like walking down to check the other rooms, and after a quick glance in the whole room, the lights were turned off, the doors closed, and the other rooms were checked.

They probably didn't expect Seasonal Warm to hide so close, and several of the five fat men were in a hurry to check, not paying attention to Seasonal Warm under the table.

Seasonal warmth sighed lightly, drilled out from under the table, listened to the movement outside, and ran to the door again, putting her ears on the door.

Now she didn't know what time it was, she heard the people's footsteps go away, as if they had gone out to find it, didn't stay in the corridor underground anymore, she waited in the door for a while before opening the door carefully, and then slowly walked to the stairwell.

Most of them are in this bar. How can she escape?

Up the stairs, you see the lights in the bar, the neon, the season bends over, carefully pushes the door behind the sound of the bar, looks out, and there are all sorts of people out there.

She lowered her head and covered her face with open hair, sticking it along the corner to the side of the door, squatting behind the sofa of a card bag as the bartender in front approached.

Turning again to the waiter over there with the tray and wine in his hand, he was talking to the waiter next to him. It was obvious that the lights were glittering here and people couldn't see what was really going on around him. The waiter didn't notice the warmth of the season.

Seasonal warmth turned around, kept in a squatting position, ran behind the other sofa in front of her, the lights in the bar kept flashing and intertwining, while the lights on this side darkened, she passed smoothly and did not attract anyone's attention.

Until she walked behind these sofas, a little bit to a lesser point, and she looked out, and she was going to run out with a little air.

But this is an underground bar, there are no serious people here, and no one will help her. Seasonal warmth rubbed herself and some painful and numb feet. Hershey stepped faster when the light on this side darkened again. She saw it coming close to the door, and she rushed out directly.