Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

After Song Weiwei took the medicine, she felt a burning pain in her back, waist and abdomen. She endured the pain and went back to her room. She just met the staff who installed the equipment.

As if nothing had happened, the other party told her to go to bed earlier, knowing nothing about what happened in the bathroom downstairs just now.

It stands to reason that the whole hotel should be in chaos for such a big event as the death of a person, but it is so peaceful that there is no sign of trouble, which is unreasonable.

That's two people!

After seeing off the staff, the first thing she did when she returned to the room was to lock the door. After locking it, she was still worried, and then moved a chair to block the door. After making sure that no one could break in, she sat down on the sofa in peace. superior.

She took out her mobile phone, turned to the recent contacts, kept scrolling down, and quickly found the phone number that Miao Yiren called her and threatened her.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the camera installed on the other side of the workbench, as well as the general cameras in the whole room, she got up and went to the bathroom.

She dialed the phone, but it rang until the last few seconds before the phone was answered, but it was a male voice.

Song Weiwei sneered, "Deputy Director Li, if you can't manage your woman well, don't blame me for being rude. She dares to kill people across the ocean. I don't mind letting her go to hell again."

Li Xiaoran frowned, "Secretary Song?"

Song Weiwei didn't talk nonsense anymore, she originally called for a warning, she hung up the phone directly, and called Song Yuanzhuo again.

Song Yuanzhuo knew that she had already flown to the United States, "Song Song, what's the matter, it should be already early in the morning over there, and the official competition will be held tomorrow, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Brother, help me with something." Song Weiwei explained her purpose.

Song Yuanzhuo's voice was tense, "What's the matter, did you encounter any trouble in the United States?"

"No, I'm fine here," Song Weiwei reassured Song Yuanzhuo, he was too sensitive, and immediately heard that she was in trouble, "You help me find someone, and control her after you find it."

Miao Yiren relied on Li Xiaoran to do evil, she thought that she had learned a lesson from the live broadcast before, and it seemed that she would not shed tears when she saw the coffin.

After hanging up the phone, Song Weiwei came out of the bathroom. She pinched the center of her brows and checked that the cameras in the room were turned off. She fell on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

*
North City Hospital.

Miao Yiren slept until midnight, and suddenly felt cold all over her body. She opened her eyes suddenly, the surrounding light was dim, the ceiling was far away from her, and the tangled water pipes above it were obviously not the ward she lived in.

She sat up suddenly, the white sheet slid off her body, and the cold air suddenly penetrated into her skin through every hole, and she was shivering from the cold.

She was not in the ward, and this knowledge made her vigilant. She looked around and saw four or five iron beds next to them, all of which seemed to be lying on people, covered with white cloths.

She suddenly remembered the movie she had seen. The morgue is like this, where the dead people are covered.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of rotting dead people, she was terrified, shivering on the iron bed, remembering that this place was where the dead had been lying, she rolled and crawled off the iron bed.

As a result, she stepped on the ground, her body center of gravity was unstable, and she fell to the ground in embarrassment.

She flapped her arms reflexively, trying to catch something to keep herself from falling, and she caught something.

Before she had time to rejoice, she felt something cold and stiff hit her, and she let out a muffled groan in pain.

If the person who killed Qiandao let her know who moved her to the morgue while she was asleep, she would definitely make his life worse than death!
Miao Yiren angrily tried to divert her attention, and at the same time wanted to get up from the ground, but she couldn't get rid of the things on her back.

She pushed back, and her fingers touched the cold and stiff corpse, and she couldn't help screaming anymore.

"Ahhh!"

She retracted her hand, but when she thought of a dead person on her back, she was so frightened that her scalp would explode. This was much scarier than the dummy in the escape room.

This is a real dead person, even if it is frozen in the morgue, it exudes a decaying aura that is difficult to ignore, making her hair stand on end.

"Go away, go away." Miao Yiren frantically pushed the dead man behind her, finally overturned the body, and she crawled to the corner even rolling and crawling.

At this time, a light suddenly turned on in the morgue, and the light directly shone on the corpse, revealing the corpse's pale face. What kind of face was that?

The female corpse was in a car accident before she was alive, and she was in too much pain before she died. At this time, her face was blue and distorted, her eyes were wide open, and the whites of the eyes were more than the eyeballs, as if the corpse would explode immediately.

Miao Yiren inevitably came face to face with the corpse the moment the light came on, and she screamed again in fright.

Some people have done all kinds of evil and are still afraid of the dead.

If it was just like this, it wouldn't be enough to scare Miao Yiren, and she wouldn't be afraid when she calmed down, but besides the lights being on, music started playing in the mortuary.

The eerie and penetrating music sounded, accompanied by that shrill cry, "Give me back my life, give me back my life..."

Miaoyiren screamed and crawled towards the door of the mortuary, beating the heavy door panel desperately, "Who is it, who is playing tricks outside, come out, come out if you have the ability!"

There was a gust of wind behind him, and the sound of the music became more and more terrifying and gloomy. Miao Yiren tried to cover up her fear by roaring, but it was unsuccessful.

Many clips that she had seen and heard emerged in her mind, especially those who had been harmed by her, those eyes were ferocious and full of resentment, just like the female corpse just now.

She slapped harder until her hands were swollen, the skin was worn out, and her hands were dripping with blood. She didn't dare to stop, she was afraid.

Until this moment, she had a little bit of fear, but no one would come to save her, even if she screamed and broke her throat.

Outside the iron gate, Song Yuanzhuo took a sip of his cigarette. Hearing the screams inside, he was not moved at all. The assistant stood two steps away from him, looked at his cold side face, and couldn't help asking worriedly: "Mr. Song, will there be any deaths?"

Song Yuanzhuo slowly exhaled the smoke, "If someone dies? Wouldn't that be better, such a human moth should have been taken away by Hades long ago, so as not to cause trouble for her."

The assistant knew that he always protected his weaknesses, and he didn't take Miao Yiren into surgery before, because he felt that Miao Yiren's attitude depended on Li Baihan's attitude, so he focused on finding fault with Li Baihan.

Now that Miaoyi people dare to offend him, he will make her life worse than death.

Seeing the assistant's dignified expression, Song Yuanzhuo patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, a good person doesn't live long, and a scourge lasts for a thousand years. She can't die. If you don't believe me, listen, she's in good spirits."

assistant:"……"

That was obviously the scream of collapse, how can I hear the spirit?

But he is an assistant, he can only listen to what the boss says, even if it is nonsense, he has to listen carefully.

The sound in the mortuary gradually disappeared, and Song Yuanzhuo dozed off waiting outside the door. He raised his wrist, glanced at the expensive watch, and snorted, "It's only two hours, it's too useless, it's time to hurt people." Why is it so majestic?"

assistant:"……"

Song Yuanzhuo stubbed out the cigarette butt, "Send her back to the ward before dawn, for half a month, and let her come to the morgue every night to wake up."

The assistant said with difficulty, "For half a month?"

Not to mention half a month, even if Miaoyi returns to the ward early tomorrow morning, Li Xiaoran will definitely know what happened to her that night, and if she is not transferred, she will have to be taken back. How can they have a chance?
Seeming to see what the assistant was thinking, he said: "Don't worry, Li Xiaoran can't get away recently, and he doesn't have the time to take care of her. Of course, if he has time to take care of her, I will let him have time to take care of her."

A ruthless look flashed across Song Yuanzhuo's eyes. Song Song didn't ask him for help before, so he didn't make a move. He wanted to let her vent her anger.

Now that Song Song has opened his mouth, he will naturally handle this matter properly.

For half a month, if Miaoyiren can be driven crazy, it would be great to send her to a madhouse and let her be with a group of madmen for the rest of her life.

The assistant didn't dare to say anything more.

The Song family were all protecting their weaknesses, and Miao Yiren tried to kill her again and again, no wonder Song Yuanzhuo couldn't help but take action and deal with her in such a sinister way.

Fortunately, the Song family had a bottom line in their hearts. Even if they wanted her to die, they would not just waste lives and touch the bottom line of the law.

*
The next day, the competition officially started. The contestants were all in the room, and the organizer announced the tasks and competition rules through TV.

The first task was to carve the national flower, which was completed in five days with the jade materials prepared by the organizer.After the task is released, the staff will send the jade materials to the contestants' rooms.

Song Weiwei had a rest last night, and her injuries didn't ease much. Standing by the door, she raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw the staff member holding a tray.

Because the staff looked familiar, the man was tall and handsome, wearing a work cap and the work uniform of the competition team. The blue and white work uniform wrapped his long legs, and his whole personality was outstanding and extraordinary.

Li Baihan walked in, avoiding the camera, and asked in a low voice, "Is your injury better?"

Song Weiwei took the tray and carefully inspected the jade material. Although their competition was fully enclosed, if there was a problem with the jade material, no matter how capable she was, she would not be able to carve a good national flower.

"Well, I didn't... ah!" Song Weiwei was so painful that she almost threw the jade material, and she glared at the man in front of her angrily.

Li Baihan withdrew his hand from her back, and he frowned, "It hurts when you touch it lightly, do you still want to say it's okay? The match will start in 10 minutes, I'll give you the medicine first."

"No need." Song Weiwei turned sideways, not wanting him to touch her.

Li Baihan frowned even tighter, "You have injuries, and if you don't take the medicine, it will affect the competition. Be good, don't be self-willed, and don't make me worry."

Song Weiwei felt awkward, and finally agreed to let him give her medicine.

In the bathroom, Song Weiwei took off her shirt, leaving only her underwear on her body. Her snow-white skin was bruised and purple, all of which were wounds from being beaten by those two muscular men.

It wasn't obvious yesterday, but when I woke up after sleeping, all the traces appeared, which was shocking at first sight.

Li Baihan's fingers trembled slightly, and he couldn't bear to touch them. He gritted his teeth and cursed softly, "Damn it!"

I don't know if he is scolding himself for not noticing in time, or scolding the two dead people.

Song Weiwei looked sideways at the mirror, and the silhouettes of her and Li Baihan were reflected in it. His face was full of distress and regret. She looked away, "Take the medicine."

Li Baihan closed his eyes before opening the safflower oil and applying the medicine to her. When the safflower oil touched her skin, it burned and Song Weiwei groaned in pain.

The bathroom was cramped and small, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little ambiguous. She bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from humming again. In order to divert her attention, she said, "How did you manage those two muscular men?"

Li Baihan paused, "Those two people are black households in the United States, and they belong to the kind of marginal people who can't be verified after death. In addition, the surveillance was tampered with in advance, nothing was captured, and the police have no way to investigate. The matter has become a case without a clue.”

Song Weiwei pursed her lips, "Being able to drive such desperadoes, it seems that the people behind the scenes really want my life."

Li Baihan looked at the back of her neck, but did not stop the movement of his hands, "Don't worry, you can compete at ease, now the whole hotel is taken over by me, and I hired mercenaries to protect it. During your competition, it is as safe as Like an iron bucket, no one can hurt you."

Song Weiwei looked at him in surprise, "You booked the whole hotel?"

"Well, this floor is full of people brought by Jianghuai from China. I will personally deliver your food. No one can tamper with it, so don't worry, I'm here." At this moment, Li Baihan showed his reliable.

It is true that money can turn ghosts around.

Money is a good thing in any country, as long as you have money, you can do many things that ordinary people can't do, and he is willing to spend a lot of money for her, just to get her a comfortable smile.

Song Weiwei was finally relieved, with Li Baihan around, at least she didn't have to worry about someone sneaking in to assassinate her in the middle of the night.

Time passed quickly, 10 minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and a reminder from the organizer to ask the contestants to check in at the workbench sounded in the room.

Song Weiwei put on her clothes, her back was still burning, but it didn't hurt as much as when she woke up in the morning, so she sent Li Baihan out.

Standing by the door, Li Baihan clasped her wrist that was about to open the door. He lowered his head, and while she was in a daze, he kissed her lightly on the lips, "Compete with peace of mind, I will always be there."

Song Weiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she had to admit that she was still teased by him at this moment, but in the blink of an eye she became hard-hearted and pushed her out of the door.

She locked the door and leaned her back against the door panel. She didn't walk towards the workbench until the organizer's reminder sounded again in the room.

There are all tools on the workbench, which she brought from China, and the organizer does not force them to use the tools provided by the competition.

She looked at the piece of jade and began to think about the proposition of the national flower. The organizer's request was ambiguous, and they did not specify which country's national flower it was.

Therefore, this proposition has a pitfall. If she carves the national flower of her country, and the competition party says that what they want is the national flower of the United States, her work will be eliminated.

But the country belongs to her, only Huaxia!