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

Did he watch his live broadcast?

Jiang Zijin's eyelashes trembled, her heart skipped a beat, she subconsciously wanted to refute Fu Jian.

"Mr. Fu, I—"

Fu Jian withdrew, bowed slightly, his dark pupils showed no emotion, "Maybe I was wrong."

The man put the gauze on her carefully, and when he raised his eyes again, the skin under the cold light revealed a sickly paleness.

"Because you are more beautiful than the live broadcast I watched."

Jiang Zijin was slightly stunned, the teardrops on her eyelashes made her look like a weak and harmless little animal.

"you......"

For a moment, she wasn't sure whether Fu Jian had guessed it or not.

The wound on the ankle had been healed by Fu Jian, and it was not deep.

"All right."

Fu Jian's gaze made Jiang Zijin very uncomfortable, his attention was always on her slender and bony ankle,

The slender and soft calf rested on his trousers.

It was dazzlingly white, and because of the weight, the snow-white flesh was pressed out into a soft arc.

What Fu Jian smelled at the tip of his nose was the sweet fragrance that seemed to be absent from Jiang Zijin's body.

"It's so small..."

The feet are so small that he can fully grasp them with one hand.

Jiang Zijin didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What?"

Fu Jian's eyes flickered, and when he looked up again, his eyes had returned to calm.

"It's nothing."

The man's light-colored thin lips parted slightly, with the edges and corners of an adult.

"Let me get you a glass of water instead."

Jiang Zijin was a little embarrassed, she retracted her legs and stepped on the shoes.

"No, it's too much trouble for you..."

Fu Jian joked, "I don't want you to hurt yourself again just because you poured a cup of tea."

Jiang Zijin's side face's hair was hanging limply, her legs under her dress curled up nervously, and she whispered, "No way."

Fu Jian said, "Where is your cup?"

Jiang Zijin was at a loss for words, Fu Jian stood up, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his lean and strong arms.

Fu Jian: "?"

Jiang Zijin said, "The cup is in my room."

Fu Jian said, "Mind if I go in and get it?"

Jiang Zijin shook his head, there was nothing valuable in the room.

"do not mind."

Fu Jian pushed the door open and walked in. There was still the skirt abandoned by the owner on the ground.

He lowered his eyes, walked to the skirt, and squatted down.

The skirt seemed to have been cut by scissors, and it was all in pieces.

Fu Jian picked up a small piece of red fabric from the ground, brushed the soft skirt material with his slender fingers, and pursed his lower lip a little bit uncontrollably.

The dark eyes moved slightly, and the beautiful and lively face of the owner of the skirt was all in his mind.

His Adam's apple rolled up a bit, and then silently stuffed the cloth in his hand into his pocket.

It moves stealthily and quickly.

After pouring the tea, Fu Jian brought the cup to Jiang Zijin.

"Thank you."

Jiang Zijin took a sip, and the tea dazzled on her dark red lips, covering a layer of watery luster.

Fu Jian didn't move, "I heard that something happened in the community again."

When Jiang Zijin heard that something had happened, she immediately looked up at him.

Fu Jian said: "The night before I moved in, the resident upstairs disappeared."

"The police are still investigating. If it's not an emergency, I hope you don't go out recently."

Jiang Zijin said, "Upstairs?"

She remembered the strange knock on the door last night, and it seemed that it also knocked on the residents upstairs.

At that time, she was afraid and did not open the door.

But the family upstairs clearly opened the door.

The creaking sound of the iron door turning was very clear and piercing in the silent night.

Jiang Zijin asked, "How do you know?"

Fu Jian said: "I met the police when I moved here. The recent murder case has not been closed, and the missing persons have been given high attention. Many policemen in the community have come to investigate."

"The resident upstairs has been missing for less than 24 hours now, so no notice has been issued."

A chill ran down Jiang Zijin's back, her face was pale, "But...but I heard the door opening upstairs last night."

Fu Jian paused for breath, then asked softly, "When did you hear that?"

Jiang Zijin had a pale face, and her beautiful almond eyes were half drooping, "I, I didn't check the time, I just remembered that it was not yet dawn, and the room was very dark, it was probably after twelve o'clock in the evening, maybe I heard it wrong , there may be, there may be other residents upstairs."

Fu Jian's voice became deeper: "There is only one single female guest upstairs."

Jiang Zijin's face turned even paler, "Then I did hear the door opening last night..."

Seeing her terrified look, Fu Jian raised his hand to touch her, but held back.

"don’t worry."

He said softly: "Maybe you heard it wrong, don't scare yourself."

Jiang Zijin heard it very clearly, it was impossible to hear it wrong.

Who is knocking on the door in the middle of the night?

Is it the murderer?

Jiang Zijin thought of the tall man wearing the mask of an evil ghost. When he talked to her, his voice was deliberately lowered, as if he was afraid that she would hear something.

【System, did you say that the person who knocked on the door last night was the one who kidnapped me? 】

The system cannot reveal the main plot, and said ambiguously: [Do you think it looks like it? 】

Jiang Zijin naturally knew that the system couldn't answer, [I think it's quite similar, but why did he arrest me and put me back again? Isn't this superfluous? 】

The man in the ghost mask didn't hurt her.

Just as he said, he showed Jiang Zijin the 'rose garden' he had prepared for her.

And put on beautiful clothes for her.

The system gave a prompt, [Mr. Murderer likes to watch your live broadcast, and he didn't drop it even once. 】

Jiang Zijin thought for a while, and said: [Shall I watch the live broadcast again? 】

[Maybe we can find some clues. 】

There are two more live broadcasts between her and snake.

Also tonight.

.......

Fu Jian didn't stay here for a long time, and when he left, he swept all the glass shards in the kitchen into the trash can.

"I live next door to you," Fu Jian opened the door, "If you need help, you can always knock on the door."

Jiang Zijin sent him to the door, then nodded.

Fu Jian turned his head, "Your house's lock should be changed, it seems to be broken."

Jiang Zijin looked down, and saw that the lock of the iron door seemed to be snapped off abruptly, and the iron was bent backwards.

Her pupils shrank.

The lock is broken?

Why didn't the person who knocked on the door last night just come in?

Could it be... that the 'murderer' was watching her from the shadows as she peered through the cat's eyes?

Or even walk straight into her house and stand by her bed and stare at her?

This thought made Jiang Zijin's whole body goose bumps.

She quickly contacted the lock company and asked them to replace it with a strong new lock.

......

After closing the door, Fu Jian took out the bright red cloth from his pocket.

His almost uncontrollable breathing intensified, and his grip on the fabric became tighter and tighter.

Then slowly, it was delivered to the tip of his nose.

The man's eyes were full of obsession, and his dark pupils were no longer gentle and polite.

Like a drug addict, he took a deep breath on the small piece of fabric, his bland lips trembling slightly.

Even the nerves are trembling with excitement.

It's her taste.

——Sweet and seductive.