The Virgin and his true colors starred in [Quick Cross]

To save her, there is no tool.

The girl was in a daze, unable to provide any clues.

A human hand is tied on her back.

Judging by the shape and size, it should belong to a man.

A note is tied to the man's finger.

It said, 'He's alive, only you can save him.Come to the open-air hot spring now, or he will be drowned in the hot spring. '

Miao Zhen read the words on the note to Wu Chengfeng.

Sitting on the sofa, Wu Chengfeng turned around and asked, "Are you going?"

Miao Zhen hummed, Wu Chengfeng gritted his teeth, and clicked his tongue uncomfortably.

"Or, I'll go find someone, and you stay here to guard."

Miao Zhen said softly, "Can Chengfeng do it?"

Wu Chengfeng thought about it, yes.

If he falls outside, Miao Zhen will definitely go to rescue him, and the trouble will be even greater.

He might as well guard the house with the manager Xu Jiao and the others.

But if Miao Zhen went alone, he was really worried.

This monk doesn't know how to do hard work.

Now it's dark, if someone pries a sap.

Isn't Miao Zhen the next one who crawls back with a click.

Miao Zhen was determined to go, and Wu Chengfeng knew that there must be something wrong without thinking.

Either to tune the tiger away from the mountain, or for Yin Miaozhen.

Wu Chengfeng thought for a moment rationally and calmly.

Still dare not let Miao Zhen go alone.

I don't know how to persuade Miao Zhen, so I can only be anxious.

On the contrary, the manager frowned slightly, and whispered in Miao Zhen's ear, "It may be cruel to say it, but master, please focus on the overall situation."

Miao Zhen was enraged by the murderer's methods, "As long as he is still alive, I will save him."

"Hands are cut off and soaked in hot springs. Even if people are rescued, they will not be saved." The manager gestured, "Cutting one's wrists to commit suicide, such a small mouth, can kill people. Look at this, this is okay." Is there any help?"

The woman who crawled back all the way seemed to have heard the manager's voice. She couldn't help struggling with her body, making ahhh sounds from her mouth.

Everyone present knew what she was talking about.

She wanted to say, save her boyfriend.

The manager looked away reluctantly.

Miao Zhen took a deep breath, her voice calm and reassuring.

"No matter what, I have to give it a try, don't persuade the benefactor any more."

With a dark face, Wu Chengfeng threw him a flashlight and a stick.

Miao Zhen didn't bring a helper, but bringing someone was a drag.

He was alone, took his things and left the hall.

Wu Chengfeng's heart was so cold.

He was covered in cold sweat, wishing he could rush over with Miao Zhen.

But reason told him not to be impulsive.

He scanned around the survivors.

There are those who are dragging their feet, and those who wear sheepskin and pretend to be good people.

And the mouth is faster than the brain. Apart from scolding others for embarrassing others, it will only disturb the morale of the army.

If he hadn't tied people up so quickly, these people would have been thrown away by the crap stick.

Each went back to each house, and the murderer knocked on the door one by one, and sent room service.

The hotel manager who has been struggling for half his life can be regarded as a good teammate.

Wu Chengfeng counted the heads.

One, two, three... It's pretty good, none of them are missing.

Managers and interns acted as Miao Zhen's post.

Several people huddled together, shaking like quail.

The waiter, Old Liu, was not tied up. He huddled in the crowd and muttered, "If the electricity doesn't come on and the flashlight runs out, we're going to die."

As soon as he said that, everyone started to be afraid again.

"It's 01:30 now, and the flashlight can be used for at least eight hours." Wu Chengfeng's heart was on fire, and he spoke less politely, "Don't worry, you may not make it through the day, but the flashlight will definitely work."

Old Liu fell silent.

Not long after, there was an exclamation from the dumpling pile.

It was the female tour guide Qi Juan calling.

Wu Chengfeng shook her, "What's wrong."

"Someone touched me!"

Wu Chengfeng said in his heart that they were all tied into rice dumplings, no one would touch you.

Foqing whimpered, with something still in his mouth.

Wu Chengfeng took a closer look and found that it was really a hand.

The hand belonged to the waiter Lao Liu.

This person is not only disgusting in his mouth, but also dishonest in his hands.

Wu Chengfeng slapped his head.

Dude, forgot to tie him up.

Wu Chengfeng tilted his head, Xu Jiao understood, and went over to give old Liu a pestle.

Tie up Lao Liu and tie him up firmly.

Xu Jiao counted the heads, not one was missing.

Wu Chengfeng guarded the house flusteredly, looking in the direction of the open-air hot spring from time to time.

At this moment, there was a sudden scream.

Wu Chengfeng was so frightened that he almost rushed out.

He took two steps to recover, then turned sharply to look at the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the open-air hot spring, and the manager and others who were guarding the other direction were also looking in this direction.

And behind them, there was a figure who was stabbing down with a knife.