Dressed as a mystery novel victim

It never occurred to Yang Qingshui that he was being tied up in a big way to make a prelude to roast chicken.

The liquid that gradually diffused into the house was tung oil, pungent, poisonous, and flammable.The exit of the room is an iron door, and the windows are sealed with iron bars. As long as the tung oil is burned, the people inside will be smoked and cooked.

Yang Qingshui comforted himself: Don't worry about the sky, isn't there no burning, and it's not the season of dry weather, how can it be so easy to burn.

At this time, the light bulb on the roof suddenly burst, and electric sparks kept shooting out. It seemed to be racing away, and it was almost thrown onto the tung oil several times.

"..." Yang Qingshui looked away from the spark, swallowed, "uh."

What kind of fate is this, it's called bad luck.

This is not the first time Ling Yu has encountered, it may be the last time.His eyes were flooded with despair, and his smile was bleak: "It seems that I am not qualified to be an enemy of 'them' yet."

In order to confuse 'their' judgment, he concealed his name and kidnapped Yang Qingshui here. The plan was never disclosed to anyone, but even so, the person who pursued him still appeared.

As if "they" could see into his heart.

Thinking of this, fear clenched his heart tightly in his chest.

"Since it wasn't you who set the fire on fire." Yang Qingshui called him, "I can't get out anyway, can you untie me?"

Ling Yu took a breath, calmed down a little, walked to his side, and untied the rope in his hand.

Yang Qingshui quickly untied the remaining restraints, quickly grabbed the phone, and dialed a number he was familiar with.

If you need something, you should call Uncle Police.

When the police uncle himself saw this number, his face was cold, and his tone was so cold that he almost wanted to kill: "What else?"

"It's me." Without time to explain other things, Yang Qingshui said quickly, "Don't ask questions yet, I'm--" He said, looking at Ling Yu.

Ling Yu paused slightly, and said, "Qiling Science and Technology Industrial Park Warehouse."

Yang Qingshui reported the address.At this moment, an electric spark fell on the surface of the tung oil, and a tongue of flame popped up and burned immediately.

Lin Zhilu was more concerned about his safety than doubts: "Are you okay now?"

"I'm fine for the time being." Yang Qingshui looked at the black smoke rising, and felt something bad in his heart, "But you have to call an ambulance for me first—"

What he didn't say is that it doesn't matter if the black car is on hand.

Hang up Lin Zhilu's phone and call the fire department.At this time, the fire quickly became fierce. Looking at the light of the fire, Yang Qingshui counted the time, and the fire alarm arrived within 10 minutes as promised. He wondered if they could save their bodies.

How sacred is a person who can kill them by pinching his watch?

Ling Yu coughed and said, "No two live alone, cough, we are all going to die here, it seems that fate is not so sure cough..."

fate.

Besides Yang Qingshui himself, who else in this world dares to boast that he can predict his own destiny?

Staring at the lamp socket with electric sparks splashing everywhere, Yang Qingshui blissfully took off his coat and brushed aside the flames, rushed into the pile of debris to search, picked up one and threw one away, making Ling Yu confused.

Suddenly, Yang Qingshui stood up straight, holding something in his hand.

Ling Yu saw it clearly, and said in surprise: "This..."

It was a box containing a fire mask, hidden among the messy decoration materials, and if nothing happened, it would be discovered by him and Ling Yu when the fire spread and the rest of the items were burned to ashes.

really……

Is this fate?Appeared without a trace of defense, and without reason.

The fire mask in his hand confirmed his conjecture, and a complicated and difficult sneer appeared on Yang Qingshui's face.

Nima.

Haven't played enough yet.

Ling Yu, who was looking at him not far away, frowned slightly, and shook the pistol he carried with him.If he wants to rob, with the gun in his hand, he will be the last person alive.

He remained motionless, with a decision in his mind.

Whether it's fate or not, the chosen one is Yang Qingshui, so be it.

He still has a gun in his hand, how to end it is up to him.

Thinking this way, what happened next took Ling Yu by surprise again.

Holding the mask, Yang Qingshui rushed to the window, opened it, and threw it down.

Can this be tolerated?Ling Yu stood up abruptly.Yang Qingshui turned his head and smiled brightly at him, Ling Yu couldn't help being stunned.

"Let's commit suicide vigorously." Yang Qingshui didn't change his smile when he said this.

joke.

Play fate with him, and don't even think about who wrote this book.

Here, the sky and the earth are not as big as Lao Tzu, and the twelve constellations plus 28 constellations can't decide Yang Qingshui's fate.

Fearing that Ling Yu might not be able to aim correctly, Yang Qingshui made a heart shape on his left chest, "The penetrating wound may not kill anyone. I will turn back later, and you will hit it."

Ling Yu looked at him, the blazing fire around him was not as good as the person in front of him drove him crazy, "Are you crazy?!"

Play well, don't you just play bigger than anyone else.Yang Qingshui smiled slightly, and said to him: "Anyway, I'm going to die, and I can't help myself. The only mask is gone. It's better to die by yourself, clean and tidy."

Ling Yu looked complicated.

The fact is as he said, there is no other way to survive anyway.Ling Yu held the gun and slowly raised his arm.

"Two live one." Yang Qingshui raised his head and looked at the flying ashes in his eyes, "I will not accompany you in this game."

Flames and ashes dance wildly, and the confined space mixed with thick smoke is like Shura's hell.

When Lin Zhilu arrived at the factory address in the outskirts, the small warehouse had been burned to the point that nothing remained but the walls, and it looked like bare black coke everywhere.

Firefighters have arrived at the scene, and the water jets of fire water guns are extinguishing the fire. There are still many people watching the scene.

"What else can it do? It's all burned to ashes."

"Can't you run out?"

"It's tied, oh, what a pity..."

The sound of discussion from the onlookers reached his ears, and Lin Zhilu's heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp knife, tearing out the flesh and blood inch by inch.

As he approached, he was immediately stopped, "Hey, hey! Where is the fire, stand back and watch the excitement!" the firefighter said.

Miao Yi, who followed, was out of breath and showed his police ID, "We are investigating the case. How are the people inside?"

The firefighter said: "The fire has not been extinguished, and the specific casualties have not been determined. You should retreat first and wait until the firefighting work is completed."

Lin Zhilu didn't listen to the persuasion, he walked straight forward, his eyes stayed on the grass next to the warehouse.A red rope was hooked on weeds, and it was hanging on the ground. He picked it up, but his heart couldn't stop falling.

This is the safety rope he gave Yang Qingshui.As hinted somewhere, the rope broke.

Dazzling red, thoughts blank, Lin Zhilu stared at the abandoned warehouse not far away, and walked over.Someone pushed him, but he was pushed away, and Miao Yi hugged his waist, "Brother Lu, don't..."

Lin Zhilu lowered his head slowly, looked at Miao Yi: "I want to find him."

Miao Yi knew what was going on in his mind, and she couldn't let him go on impulsively. She said, "Ah Shui must be alive, and the fire department will find him. Follow the rules, Brother Lu, you are still a policeman."

The burning smell came continuously, and Lin Zhilu smelled it, and his heart felt oppressed.

He is still a cop.

It's useless.

If we arrive sooner, maybe...

A voice came from behind: "Hello."

Lin Zhilu was taken aback.