Mr. Hat's girlfriend is 1.8 meters four

Budding (1)

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Kihara Makoto saw helplessly that the hand he stretched out was severed from his arm.

He hesitated for a few seconds before he realized it and felt the heart-piercing pain.

Fear, pain, the two extreme feelings occupied all the nerves in the brain. He looked at the blood spurting out of the severed arm, and he didn't even have time to think about where the blade that cut off his arm protruded from.

"It's you, it's you!" Mu Yuancheng's eyes were red, and he looked at Xia Jiang who was already lying on the table. "I kill you!"

Xia Jiang was asking for help into the microphone of his mobile phone, expressing his own weakness and helplessness in a voice: "Help me, senior..."

The moment Kihara Makoto rushed over, Xia Jiang smashed his elbow, and the phone fell off the table, even the battery fell out.The girl who was still listless just now, after confirming that the power of the mobile phone was cut off, pressed the table and jumped up.

Before Makoto Kihara, who had lost his arm, could react, the hand that was still intact was clamped behind his back.

Xia Jiang took the long knife handed from behind the booth, held it upside down and stabbed down - the tip of the knife cut into the wooden tabletop, and the cold and sharp blade was right against Makoto Kihara's neck.

"Makoto Kihara, you still have 296 seconds to survive." Xia Jiang's fingertips were dotted with dark green fluorescence, which was not conspicuous at all in this colorfully lit bar.What's more, the crowd is in a commotion now, and no one will pay attention to such a glimmer of light in the corner.

The police outside held a loudspeaker, trying to control the scene of the riot: "Everyone is back in the bar, waiting for inspection, you can't leave! You can't leave!"

"During the remaining 5 minutes, you might as well calm down and guess - what's in the box I brought that makes you jealous?" Xia Jiang lowered his head and leaned into his ear, gently Said: "It is something you have always wanted, but you have no chance to have it."

Is there any point in teasing a dying man?

Of course—it has a cruel meaning.

The devil's whisper sounded in Kihara Makoto's ears: "What do you only want?"

"Is it money that can be squandered all your life, or the monstrous power that covers the sky with one hand?" Xia Jiang asked softly: "Everything you want is in this box, as long as you get it, you can realize all your ambitions and greedy desires. "

At this time, Makoto Muhara was extraordinarily sober: "Oh, money and power are everyone's wish."

Immediately afterwards, Xia Jiang put him into the abyss, and she said: "Makoto Kihara, what you want is not in the port gangsters."

Kihara Makoto's eyes widened in horror, he struggled with his shoulders, trying to straighten up to see clearly who was holding him down.

He broke down: "You are not from the port mafia! Who are you, who are you?"

"I am the one who can control your life and death." Xia Jiang opened the small brown suitcase and said, "This is my gift to you, Mr. Kihara."

The box was covered with thick cotton pads, and a well-maintained brass key was placed in the depression in the middle of the black brocade.

Xia Jiang said: "You know what this is, and the rest of your life depends on yourself, Kihara Makoto."

Mu Yuancheng broke free from the restraint, he turned and looked back, only to find that the girl had disappeared in the crowd.He stared blankly at the box. After a while, he swallowed, and stretched out his hand towards the brass key.

Stretched out... hand?

His hand that was cut off by the blade had grown back, and the skin healed perfectly, as if the hand had never been broken.

If it weren't for the horrific blood stains on his clothes, Kihara Makoto would probably have suspected that he had dreamed.

Makoto Kihara gathered himself together, picked up the key, and rushed to the back door of the bar decisively.

Xia Jiang picked up the two layers of sponge cushions in the suitcase, and stuffed them under the sofa. The document paper under the sponge cushions was a bit torn, and there were some yellowish footprints on the paper, which fell scattered all over the floor.

At this moment, a dark figure stepped on the beam of the house and kicked Makoto Muhara, who was about to escape, violently back to the bar in the red light district.

Zhong also shouted loudly: "Xia Jiang!"

It's over, it's the gravitational force of the port mafia, and Kihara Makoto's heart palpitations.

He got up and tried to escape, but was thrown into the floor by gravity again.

A weak voice came from the corner, and the tea-haired girl curled up in a corner of the bar: "Senior..."

No, there is one last chance for survival.

Makoto Kihara held the key tightly, raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "That woman, isn't—"

The words stopped abruptly.

——"You still have 296 seconds to survive."

Makoto Kihara never imagined that in this short period of 5 minutes, his fate was ups and downs like a roller coaster.Toxins are rapidly eroding his internal organs, causing his heart to suddenly constrict, and the pain of convulsions spread to all limbs.

He was so unwilling to end this dark and muddy life.

Xia Jiang's face was flushed, and she hid in a corner, gasping for breath, repeating the same words blankly: "Senior...key, key..."

"Key, what key?" Zhong also looked at the bar, only seeing the box Xia Jiang brought and the documents scattered on the ground as bait.

Xia Jiang was still repeating: "Key, key..."

Zhong also looked at the person who was kicked to the ground by him, and finally, he saw a smear of copper yellow in the blood-stained hand.

The bright flashlight suddenly came on, and the police in dark blue uniforms broke into the bar.

Nakaya grabbed Xia Jiang with one hand, took away the key in Kihara Makoto's hand with gravity, and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

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After hiding in a relatively safe dark alley, Zhong also had time to care about Xia Jiang's situation.

The brown-haired girl's cheeks were unnaturally red, as if she was sick.

There were a lot of blood stains on her clothes, as well as blood stains on her chin and neck.

Zhong also observed for a long time, and determined that it was not Xia Jiang's blood, it was probably splashed in the chaos.However, this also shows how tense and dangerous the scene was.

"Xia Jiang, are you okay?" Zhong Ye said, "I'll take you back to Port Hei..."

The girl's eyes were full of water vapor, like a lush green lake, filled with warm spring water.She grabbed Chuya's clothes and subconsciously repeated: "The key..."

Zhong also showed her the blood-stained key: "I got the key, here it is."

The girl seemed to suddenly breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the last string that maintained her sobriety snapped.

She raised her hand, pressed Chuya's shoulder, and lowered her head slowly.

Zhong also noticed that her body was slipping, thinking that she was unable to stand, and allowed the girl to use herself as a human-shaped support to hang on her body.

— Facts have proved that he is too simple.

The girl's warm breath sprayed on her cheeks, with a hint of alcohol.

His eyes widened in astonishment.

Something cool and soft pecked at the corner of his lips, the action was gentle and urgent, like a pool of warm, lingering|lingering water.