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

All of Jiang Zijin's sobs were swallowed by Zhou Zeyu.

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, he bit her bright red lips, tears mixed with the sweet fragrance of the girl's body, almost drove him crazy.

Jiang Zijin was wearing a pure white wedding dress, with a freshly plucked rose pinned in her thick black hair. Against the bright red background, she looked like a pearl in the deep sea, pure and beautiful.

【Ahhh! !Crazy, crazy, Jiaojiao was actually kissed! 】

[Isn't it a script! !I'm broken in love woo woo woo...]

[Let go of my wife, isn't this a script! !Why are you still kissing my wife! ! 】

When Zhou Zeyu let go of her, Jiang Zijin blushed, she was panting, and the bright red tip of her tongue that had been played with loomed with her breathing.

"You are not Zhou Zeyu..."

Jiang Zijin's eyes were red, she was clearly out of breath, and she pushed him hard.

The person in front of him had the same face as Zhou Zeyu, but his temperament was completely different.

When silent, it is like a sharp knife that has not been unsheathed, dangerous and cold.

The man raised his hand to lift the hair around Jiang Zijin's ear, the long, soft hair wrapped around his knuckles, and his voice was a bit hoarse.

"Then who do you say I am?"

The tip of Jiang Zijin's nose was red, and the corners of her eyes were moist and delicate.

"You are a murderer."

[What what?What are they talking about? 】

[I didn't hear clearly, why is Jiaojiao crying? Could it be that she forced Jiaojiao? 】

[Bad dog! !How can you bite Jiaojiao's wife! 】

[Jiaojiao's mouth is so red, it's crooked, I want to kiss too (Shasha)]

The voices of both of them are relatively low, and the audience in the live broadcast room can only vaguely hear a few words, and can only guess randomly based on their mouth movements.

[What porridge (week)? 】

[Why is the script this time so strange. 】

Zhou Zeyu turned off the camera at the back, and the live broadcast room was plunged into darkness.

【what's the situation? !Why is the screen black? 】

【Is it about to be broadcast? 】

Zhou Zeyu turned around and glanced at the phone, and said unhurriedly: "You can ask the fans in the live broadcast room for help."

"Some of them may call the police for you, and some of them may take it as a joke, but this is also an opportunity, isn't it?"

Jiang Zijin's almond-shaped eyes were filled with mist, like a rabbit whose lifeblood was pinched, shivering under his threat.

Zhou Zeyu's cold fingertips touched Jiang Zijin's red lips, which were still stained with ambiguous luster. His gloomy gaze made people creepy, "Don't want to try?"

Jiang Zijin didn't speak, the remaining tears on her face made her look very pitiful.

The man turned around and directly interrupted the live broadcast.

"There's only one chance."

Jiang Zijin was trembling all over, and while Zhou Zeyu was turning around, she rushed towards the door——

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a maze-like corridor. Without the lights on, the corridor was so dark that I couldn’t see the end at a glance. There was a toy cabin on the wall in the middle, and there was an imitation owl in the cabin. Close your eyes and shrink.

She had just run a few steps when the man grabbed her arm and dragged her back.

"open!"

Jiang Zijin struggled non-stop, her fine white skin was covered with scratch marks from the man.

Zhou Zeyu frowned, he didn't want to hurt Jiang Zijin, but she was still moving, and she couldn't restrain her without exerting any effort.

The man threatened in a low voice:

"If you don't want me to wring your arm off, just stay there!"

Jiang Zijin's eyelashes trembled, she was really obedient.

It's just that the tears fall a lot.

There were tiny whimpers in his throat.

Zhou Zeyu felt irritated for a while, and he didn't do anything to Jiang Zijin, "Don't cry."

Jiang Zijin wiped her tears with her hands behind her back. The high-heeled shoes Zhou Zeyu had changed for her had been thrown away by her long ago. Her bare soles stepped on the roses, and the soles of her feet were worn out.

Zhou Zeyu pursed his lips, his face was still cold, and he dragged the person over with a flick of his wrist.

"what!"

Jiang Zijin bumped into his arms, her bulging muscles were tough and full, as if hitting a warm wall, the feeling was not very comfortable anyway.

Zhou Zeyu put one hand around her waist, and dragged her back knee joint with the other, and picked her up from the ground.

"Are you afraid that I will kill you?"

Jiang Zijin's face was forced to lift up, and her black eyelashes cast a small shadow on her fair face.

"You killed so many people..."

Zhou Zeyu put her on the 'bed of roses', outlining the outline of Jiang Zijin's face with his hands, like a poisonous snake licking the skin of its prey inch by inch, the sticky and cold touch caused a layer of goosebumps.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you like I killed them?"

The porcelain white face was pinched by someone, the man's eyes were sinister, irrationally like a lunatic, "cut off your neck, drain all the blood on your body..."

Jiang Zijin's face turned even paler.

The man laughed morbidly, "Scared?"

Jiang Zijin kept shrinking back, tears falling down like strings, like a small animal being cornered.

"What are you afraid of?"

"If I want to kill you, I will do it long ago."

Jiang Zijin was still trembling, she hugged her knees and curled up, avoiding him like a scourge.

Zhou Zeyu approached her, kissed her wet eyelashes, and said, "Unfortunately, I don't want to part with it."

This is his Jiaojiao.

his bride.

*

"Captain Fu, we found it."

The forehead of the young police officer is covered with sweat. He has been busy with murder cases for the past few days, and he has been running back and forth.

"Those dead have in common that they were involved in the drug trafficking case two years ago."

Fu Jian couldn't restrain the violence on his body, and said in a cold tone, "Show me the file."

The little police officer said, "You have read that file."

Fu Jian raised his head, his clear black pupils were as deep as a whirlpool.

The little policeman wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's Zhou Zeyu who you asked me to investigate last time. The time he committed crimes was related to the drug trafficking case two years ago."

He continued: "How many police officers died in the drug trafficking case two years ago. The only surviving insider is Zhou Zeyu. There is a lot of chaos in the north, and many people from country Z were deceived for money. If you want to survive, you have to beg for work in the hands of drug dealers."

"Those victims, without exception, were all rescued back in the north. They also helped many drug lords in the past. They were imprisoned for a year or two and came out after a cleansing."

Fu Jian lit another cigarette. The butt was scarlet and the smoke was lingering. When he was in a turmoil, he relied on the cigarette to keep calm.

"It's all girls who die..."

Fu Jian's eyes were habitually squinted because of the action of lighting a cigarette. He skillfully took down the cigarette butt, and a puff of white smoke slowly overflowed from his lips, floating on his cold and ascetic face.

"If I remember correctly, in the case back then, there must have been men among those who were rescued, why are they all right..."

The little policeman showed embarrassment, "This..."

Fu Jian didn't expect to hear the answer from him, so he guessed: "The murderer is either someone who participated in the drug trafficking case and received some kind of stimulation, or..."

The little policeman pricked up his ears and asked, "Who is it?"

Fu Jian's eyes flickered, "Where's Zhou Zeyu?"

The little police officer was taken aback, "Why do you want to find him all of a sudden, Officer Zhou and our district are not in the same jurisdiction..."

Fu Jian shook the cigarette stuck between his index and middle fingers.

"He may have had something to do with the murder."