Chapter 1912

Confused.

Vica is asleep.

In a dream.

He was acquitted. He went back to the villa to enjoy delicious food and beautiful women. He drove out in a yacht, drank wine with his friends, sang songs, and looked at the blue sea to roar.

But.

It's not roaring yet.

"Bang!"

A loud noise.

"Ah!"

Vica woke up, sat up and shouted.

"What's the matter?"

Two guards at the door quickly pushed the door open, only to see pieces of the lamp on the ground. Vika had nothing to do with it. "Why break the lamp?" This question directly blindfolded Vica.

"I."

"I."

What kind of judgment are you?

"Not me."

Vica snorted.

"Really?"

"Really."

With his suspicious eyes, Vica was speechless. With his violent temper before, he dared to wronged him so much. He would surely be able to smash ten to show each other. But today, he is too unlucky to be upset.

"Oh."

Finish.

I'm going to call someone to clean it.

"Wait."

"Well?"

"I want to change the ward." Vica thinks the house is unlucky. As soon as I came in, the bad news continued. First, the culprit ran away. Then, the lamp fell for no reason.

Fortunately, I'm ok.

Don't believe in evil.

It's a pity.

Think about it.

Just believe it!

"I asked if there was one." After collecting the money, there are still features to be found.

"Thank you."

Vica said.

Soon.

He was placed in a better ward. The first floor, spacious and bright, belongs to the real intensive care room. Knowing the identity of Vica, the hospital dare not neglect it. It is very careful.

Suto's family, in Malaysia, is a big tree.

"It should have been."

In the room.

Just so scared, Vica has no sleepiness, make a cup of tea, sit on the sofa, turn on the TV and watch it. There's a phone in the room, but it's unplugged, preferential, and there's a bottom line.

"Tut tut!"

"Comfortable!"

Zizi, Vica drinking hot tea.

Suddenly.

"Dong Dong!"

Right.

There was a tap on the window.

"Who?"

VEKA turned his head and saw a furtive figure outside, hissing. For a moment, out of instinct, VEKA regarded this kind of furtive approach as his own.

Turn your eyes and look at the door.

Nothing.

Next.

Vica got up, crept to the window and opened it gently. He also saw the knocker, in his twenties, with a cautious attitude of "telling the news", looking around.

"What is it?"

Vica asked in a low voice, thinking it was the father who arranged it.

Friendly forces.

"Come here."

The man hooked his fingers.

Smell the words.

Vica looked around, no one noticed, so he put his head close to him. Then, he felt his neck cool. He heard the words that made him stupid: "rob, dare to make a noise, and it's you."

Immediately.

Vica's in limbo.

Robbery?

Hold the grass.

What kind of fairy story is this? I thought it was a friendly army. Unexpectedly, it was a robber. I was so stupid to help cover it up. I even put my neck together.

Whoops!

Why am I so unlucky?

Now.

Vica wanted to cry, but found... No tears to cry.

Made.

It's all self-made. It's good. Why believe a stranger? But... But. Just now, it's really hard to use logic to infer that this is a robber.

"Go in."

Vica was pushed into the ward.

Next.

The robber took out the rope and tied up Vica skillfully. Soon, Vica became a worm. He could only wriggle on the ground, and his mouth was stuffed with a pillow towel, which made no sound at all.

On the ground.

There was a moment of despair in Vica.

Once upon a time.

He has played with girls like this, but now he is the one who looks at the robbers in the house. Vica wants to say: can you ask first and then find it? I have no money here.

At the head of the bed.

Cabinet.

Under the mattress.

After a search, the robber went back to Vica and pulled out his pillow towel.

"What about things?" Cold channel.

"What?"

"Of course, it's something of value. Why, money is not life?" Said, the robber's knife, slapped on Vica's face, the cold touch made Vica shiver.

"No."

"I have no money."

"No."

"I have no money here."

"Elder brother, you may not know that I was detained. I fought inside and then came to the hospital to see the wounded. There were two police officers at the door. I didn't lie to you if you looked in the door."

This moment.

Be beaten.

For the first time, Vica said it was a fight, otherwise it would be too humiliating, hoping to scare the other side away.

Sure enough.

The face on the other side suddenly changed. He walked to the door, looked at it for a while, turned his head, walked to Vica's side, and squatted down. "You didn't lie, really. Unfortunately, I thought you were a big fish."

"Let me go. You can make a price."

Once said.

Vica regretted it.

"Oh?"

There was a glimmer of interest on the robber's face. It was the expression of watching big fish.

"Offer?"

"Ah!"

"You're quite rich, OK. Come with me." As he said this, Vica was picked up, the pillow towel was closed up again, and then the bedspread was wrapped into a scarf to wrap the mouth with the pillow towel.

Now.

Vica already knows the other side's plan.

Robbery.

It's going to be kidnapping.

"Woo! Woo! "

Vyka's eyes are wide, struggling to report his family. In Malaysia, there are not many people who don't give face to black and white. I knew it was time to report.

Unfortunately.

It's late.

"Be honest, I don't want to kill."

Behind.

A cold, bone piercing, Vica immediately honest, forehead cold sweat straight, do not know what to do, at this moment, how he hopes, once hated people to save him.

"Go!"

"Don't play tricks, or I can't guarantee your life."

Finish.

Vica was pulled out of the window, which made Vica scold himself. What was wrong? He had to change the ward or the first floor. If he was on the second floor, this would not happen at all.

Woo!

It's bad luck to miss the ward with the light off. I like it.

Woo!

I miss my days in the detention room.

At least.

There is no fear of life. Encountering this unreasonable and vicious robber, Vica's mentality completely collapsed. He found that every decision today was pushing himself into the pit.

Chain pit.

And.

It's getting deeper and deeper, and there's a bit of a creepy trend. Under the knife, step by step, Vica reluctantly walked out of the hospital, which, the police may also think that they escaped.

In a moment.

Come out of the yard.

"What's the matter?"

Vica found that the other side still had a partner. He was in a battered Toyota car on the side of the road. When he saw him, he was stunned. Then, he heard the robber explain in a low voice. The man hesitated.

Suddenly.

A shout came from the hospital.

"Don't run."

Suddenly.

As if the cat had been trodden to the tail, in Vica's desperate eyes, the other side came to a sentence.

"It's too late. Get in."