Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

From the sound of the crutch hitting the ground, the sound of the head of the bed hitting the wall disappeared instantly.

Jiang Zijin hugged the quilt, feeling uneasy for a while.

She heard the voice outside the door getting closer and finally stopped at the door of the room.

'dong dong'

There was a slight knock on the door.

"...Xie Jing?"

Jiang Zijin's ending trembled, and her breathing stopped.

The people outside the door did not respond.

'Boom thump—'

He knocked on the door twice more, but said nothing.

Jiang Zijin subconsciously felt that the person outside the door was not Xie Jing, she covered her mouth with her hands, her body was stiff, and she dared not speak again.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the carpet was very faint, if it wasn't too quiet at night, she wouldn't be able to hear it at all.

There was silence all around, and this eerie silence lasted for a full 5 minutes.

who?

Jiang Zijin kept comforting herself in her heart, there are no ghosts in this world, it is only people who are making troubles, if they are people, they will not be so afraid.

She gripped the smooth sheet with limp fingers.

What kind of people are running around here without sleeping in the middle of the night?

The sound of crutches sounded again, he moved away from the door, dropped something, and the sound of footsteps became farther and farther away.

Jiang Zijin waited for a few minutes, and finally sat up from the bed barefoot.

She put on her shoes and went to the peephole at the door to check.

It was pitch black outside, dimly illuminated by the dim wall lamps, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Standing on tiptoe, she saw that there seemed to be something on the ground, a long dark strip.

The slight luster is like a flowing stream in the night.

Jiang Zijin's hand was on the doorknob, her fingertips were trembling, and her palms were soaked in cold sweat.

Do you want to go out?

There are no supernatural monsters in this world, and her skills are enough to protect herself from harm.

Xie Jing is also missing now.

Is it...

Jiang Zijin inexplicably thought of the kidnapping five years ago, and her heart skipped a beat.

'squeak'

She turned the doorknob, lowered her gaze, and looked to the ground.

In front of him was a pair of pitch-black crutches, also made of magnesium alloy. Jiang Zijin squatted down and picked up the crutches on the ground.

...It seems that it is not the one in Xie Jing's hand.

Jiang Zijin remembered very clearly that the position of the handle of Xie Jing's crutches was round and smooth due to years of grasping.

The one in front of me is a bit too brand new, as if it was newly made and never used, and the style is slightly different.

Jiang Zijin breathed a sigh of relief, and before he could completely let go of his defenses, the tip of his nose moved slightly, smelling a fishy smell.

At the bottom of the crutch, a little blood was dripping down the column.

'click'

The blood stained the ground in a small pool of dark blood.

Jiang Zijin heard the crying, and it was gloomy, and it came from the right side of the corridor.

'Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...'

She turned her head, the corridor was quiet, not even a single person.

The direction in which the sound of crutches disappeared was exactly the same as that of the crying female voice!

"...Xie Jing?"

Jiang Zijin's voice was trembling, and she held the crutch in her hand, so that she could defend herself if she ran into someone.

Because she was afraid of the dark, she put her other hand on the wall and walked slowly towards the corridor.

【system......】

Jiang Zijin was most afraid of being alone, not to mention it was still late at night, the servants had gone to bed, and no one was still here.

[You help me turn on the invisibility. 】

System 01: [OK. 】

It comforted: [Don't be afraid, your invisibility effect, except Xie Jing, no one can see you. 】

Jiang Zijin nodded, she walked forward against the wall, and when she leaned on her back, she felt much more secure in her heart than usual.

Being woken up in the middle of the night, even Xie Jing didn't know where he went.

Jiang Zijin had to think about the worst.

Could it be that Xie Jing was really kidnapped by someone?

...Is that his cousin?

Or someone else?

Jiang Zijin's hand was caressing the mural at the end of the corridor, his mind was like a pot of porridge.

There was no way ahead, and that female voice came from inside the mural.

'Om'

Jiang Zijin's thin white fingers touched a slightly raised button, and the mural hummed slightly, and then opened a small opening inward like a revolving door.

Is it really a secret passage?

It is not uncommon for Jiang Zijin to see that rich people like to build darkrooms, so she pushed the door in, leaving an opening enough for her to pass through easily.

The moment she stepped into the secret passage, the door behind her closed with a 'bang'.

Once again, the eyes fell into the darkness that could not be seen.

Jiang Zijin's body trembled, his hairs stood on end in fright.

It was very dark inside, and the high-grade incense in the corridor was cut off, and the stench undisguisedly rushed into the tip of the nose.

"Xie Jing..."

She called Xie Jing's name in a low voice, knowing that this kind of behavior was even a bit stupid in the present.

But the environment without any sound made her feel even more scared.

Jiang Zijin's legs were so weak that she could barely walk. She was holding the magnesium alloy crutch in her hand, and she could just drop it if she was in danger.

"Well......"

A faint groan sounded from the opposite side, the dark room here was bigger than Jiang Zijin imagined, because of the darkness, she took very small steps when walking.

"Thanks... King..."

The hoarse female voice seemed to be crawling slowly. Her throat hadn't spoken for a long time, and her mouth was muffled.

Jiang Zijin was very sensitive to Xie Jing's name, and shuddered when he heard those two words.

"Who?!"

The female voice diagonally opposite called Xie Jing's name again with difficulty, and the voice came from below.

She seemed to be lying on the ground.

Jiang Zijin's action was too fast for her mind, she ran towards the place where the sound came from without thinking.

It's a human being!

She could feel the weakness and familiarity of the voice.

"Where are you?!"

Jiang Zijin looked at the diagonally opposite direction and ran. When running, the two slender white and slender legs under the nightdress were dazzlingly white, which was incompatible with the filth here.

Obviously, he was so scared that he couldn't even hold the crutch firmly in his hand, and he still wanted to save others.

When Jiang Zijin's figure disappeared into the darkness, the door of the darkroom, which was closed tightly, was pushed open again from the outside.

The tall man has cold eyebrows and clean facial lines.

His face was a bit gloomy, and he held an antique medieval kerosene lamp in his pale and slender hands. The range of light that the oil lamp could illuminate was limited, but it was enough to see the scene within five meters clearly.

Because no one entered the dark room for a long time, a layer of dust was not thick or thin on the floor.

On top of the dust, there are dozens of fresh footprints.

The man took steps, stepping on the footprints left by Jiang Zijin, holding his breath, and walked slowly towards the interior of the dark room step by step.

The oil lamp reflected the slender figure on the inner wall of the dark room, and the shadow was doubled in length, making it look a bit gloomy with the change of light and shadow.