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Ji Yanzhi walked along the corridor, at the end of the corridor, there was a rusty staircase.

It seems that Peng Chi transported him here from this place.

It is airtight here, and there is no other exit. If you want to go out, this is the only way.

Ji Yanzhi was cold and hungry, he was shaking uncontrollably, his hands and feet were slow to react, if he continued to stay here, he might really go into shock due to hypothermia.

Ji Yanzhi took a deep breath, raised his right foot and stepped up the stairs.

There was a piercing noise from the old rusty metal, it was not loud, but in the quiet surroundings, it was like a thunderbolt, which made Ji Yan's back sweat crazily and his heart beat wildly , I didn't dare to move for a while, and just maintained the original movement of raising my feet, standing stiffly all over!

I don't know how long it took, but seeing that the surroundings were quiet and there was nothing unusual, Ji Yanzhi was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, Peng Chi should not have been alarmed.

He took another breath and carefully climbed up the stairs.

Every time the stairs made a sound, Ji Yanzhi's heart was pounding, and like this, he finally climbed to the top of the stairs.

There was a small door at the head of the door, Ji Yanzhi's eyes lit up, and there was a bit of hope.

From here, he should be able to leave the basement and go to the ground. Once he runs out, he can find someone to call the police for help.

Being brought here by Peng Chi, Fang Zhi didn't know how anxious he was.

If something really happened to me, wouldn't it be the death of that idiot?

Ji Yanzhi couldn't wait to come to the door, the extreme cold and extreme tension made his hand almost lose consciousness, he put his hand to his lips, took a few breaths of hot air, and only held it gently when his fingers could move freely. The doorknob, gently pulled inward——

The wooden door opened a small crack.

Ji Yanzhi stayed there quietly for a while, then slowly opened the door, poked his head out cautiously, and looked around.

This is a room, not big, more than ten square meters.

There was a large cabinet on the left, blocking almost all of his view, and a window on the right.

Ji Yanzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy. Having a window means he can go out!

He resisted beating his heart faster and faster, slipped out through the crack of the door, raised his feet and ran towards the window, but as soon as he walked out, he felt the sound of disturbing air behind him, attacking the back of his neck Come.

wrong!

He turned his head subconsciously, and hit him with a wooden stick. Ji Yan subconsciously raised his hand to block, his wrist was hit, and severe pain like a broken bone swept across his body.

Ji Yanzhi groaned in pain and knelt directly on the ground.

Peng Chi bent down to pick up the stick that fell on the ground, and gave Ji Yanzhi a cold look.

This glance made Ji Yanzhi feel as if he had fallen back into a hole in the ice, and his whole body shivered.

Peng Chi walked in front of Ji Yanzhi with a stick in his hand. Ji Yanzhi was short of breath, and kept moving back while holding his wrists.

Peng Chi's voice was low and cold: "You want to run?"

Ji Yanzhi clenched his teeth and did not speak.

Peng Chi let out a smile of unknown meaning, and waved the wooden stick at Ji Yanzhi's head.

Ji Yanzhi suddenly got up from the ground, and then slammed Peng Chi hard with his shoulder. The stick in Peng Chi's hand fell to the floor again and rolled away.

Ji Yanzhi knew in his heart that this was his only chance to escape, so he ignored the severe pain in his wrist and started fighting with Peng Chi on the floor.

The fight between the two adults was not good, the small room quickly became a mess, Ji Yanzhi rode on Peng Chi's body, and slammed Peng Chi hard with his elbow.

Blood gushed out of Peng Chi's nose, but he didn't make any sound. Then when Ji Yanzhi called again, he suddenly turned over and pressed Ji Yanzhi to the ground.

Then he pulled Ji Yanzhi's hair, roughly pulled him to the wall, and slammed into the wall with all his might——

Just this one moment made Ji Yanzhi lose all his ability to resist. He was already startled and tired, and the resistance with Peng Chi exhausted all his strength. In addition to this impact, he was dizzy, his ears were ringing and trembling, Warm blood flowed continuously down his forehead.

it hurts...

Peng Chi didn't let Ji Yanzhi go, he dragged Ji Yanzhi to the wooden door in the basement, opened the door, and pushed Ji Yanzhi down.

"boom--"

Ji Yanzhi rolled down the rusty stairs and hit the cold ground heavily.

Standing on the stairs, Peng Chi touched his bleeding nose, and gave him a cold look, "You're looking for death."

After Peng Chi left, Ji Yanzhi curled up on the ground and didn't move for a long time.

The cold, hunger, and severe pain all over his body gave him a kind of despair on the verge of death.

Everything in front of him became more and more blurred, and his consciousness became hazy. No matter how wide he opened his eyes, he still couldn't stop more and more darkness from engulfing his world.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Yanzhi was woken up.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Peng Chi standing in front of him.

Ji Yanzhi's eyes opened and closed and then opened again, he had no strength to resist at all, not even the strength to tell Peng Chi to roll.

Peng Chi threw a piece of bread on Ji Yanzhi's body, and walked away.

Ji Yanzhi pinched the bread bag tremblingly, his eye sockets felt hot.

He doesn't like the feeling of being hungry. For Ji Yanzhi, hunger represents the dark past. Not long ago, he and Fang Zhi were having a lively New Year's Eve dinner at home. This is what he has lived in his life The warmest new year.

Why did this happen...

Why remind him of those hungry days.

"Fang Zhi..." Ji Yanzhi's tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes, "Save me..."

He doesn't want to die.

He still wants to grow old with the person he likes, and he doesn't want to die yet.

Ji Yanzhi fell into a coma again. After an unknown period of time, he felt himself being hugged. When he opened his eyes, he was already sitting in an old van.

Peng Chi carried him, not knowing where he was going.

Ji Yanzhi had a vague premonition that Peng Chi was going to kill him and let him go down to accompany Xiao Han.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, Ji Pengchi stopped the car.

He pulled himself out of the car, then turned around and carefully took out another thing from the car.

Ji Yanzhi recognized that it was Xiaohan's urn.

He was the one who personally took over the small black box from the staff of the crematorium.

Unexpectedly, Peng Chi even dug out Xiao Han's urn in such a frenzy.

Ji Yanzhi saw Peng Chi gently stroking Xie Han's urn, muttering something, and then rubbed the box with his face. When he did this, his expression was gentle and careful, as if he had broken the urn in the box. Things are extremely precious.

After a while, Peng Chi walked into the woods with the urn in his arms.

Here in the wilderness, there is no one.

Ji Yanzhi's eyes followed him, and then he saw a coffin.

Peng Chi put Xie Han's urn into the coffin, then turned around and walked towards him.

He pulled Ji Yanzhi up and put him into the coffin with ease.

Ji Yanzhi was stiff all over: "Are you going to bury me alive?"

Peng Chi corrected: "No, I want you to accompany Xiao Han. When you see him, tell him that I miss him very much."

Ji Yanzhi smiled palely and with difficulty: "Peng Chi, you are a fucking lunatic."

Peng Chi didn't speak, he glanced at Ji Yanzhi, and then reached out to cover the heavy coffin lid.

Then he moved the coffin into the big hole he had dug early in the morning and began to fill it with soil.

After finishing all this, Peng Chi sat on the ground exhausted, stroked the soil with his fingers, and smiled: "Xiao Han, don't be afraid, I will let Ji Yanzhi go to accompany you."

After sitting like this for more than half an hour, the sky gradually began to rain, and Peng Chi got up and planned to leave.

As soon as he got to the truck, a black car suddenly rushed to a stop in front of him, and a person got out of the car, it was Fang Zhi who hadn't closed his eyes for a few days!

His eyes were full of red hair, his hair was messy, and he was extremely haggard.

He grabbed Peng Chi's clothes and pressed him against the truck door: "Where are you?! Where did you take my people?!"

Peng Chi smiled without saying a word.

Fang Zhi punched Peng Chi in the face!

"Where did you take him!?"

Peng Chi still smiled.

Fang Zhi was almost insane. The police investigated all night, but they could not find Peng Chi's whereabouts. Fang Zhi asked his friend to investigate Xie Han's real estate certificate, and found that Xie Han had a two-story house in the outer suburbs before his death. He rushed there in a hurry , but it was still a step too late!

There were traces of someone being tied up in the basement, as well as some dried blood stains.Ah Yan must be injured!

He didn't find Ji Yanzhi in the small building. Fortunately, someone saw Peng Chi's pickup truck driving towards the mountain road out of the city. Fang Zhi contacted the police while driving along the mountain road to look for him. He didn't expect him to find it. Peng Chi!

What did he do to Ayan? !

Where is Ayan? !

Fang Zhi was annoyed, he pressed Peng Chi to the ground, and punched hard on his stomach a few times, blood gushed from the corner of Peng Chi's mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "He's dead."

Fang Zhi's fist suddenly stopped in the air, trembling: "What did you say?"

Peng Chi laughed: "I strangled him to death and threw him into the valley."

Fang Zhi's eye circles suddenly turned red, "Impossible..."

Peng Chi: "I didn't arrest him for money. I had enough fun, so I would kill him naturally. There is nothing impossible."

Peng Chi smiled: "He was so miserable. Before he died, he kept crying and begging me to let him go, and kept calling your name. I just grabbed his neck like this and watched his eyes darken a little bit... ..."

Fang Zhi suddenly grabbed Peng Chi's neck: "Shut up!"

impossible!

impossible……

Ah Yan will not die, no.

He said that they would spend every new year together...

Fang Zhi felt severe pain in his heart, his whole body seemed to be pierced by something, and he heard the sound of his heart breaking apart.

He let go of Peng Chi little by little, stood up unsteadily, slammed into the car door with a bang, and slid slowly to the ground, like a drained puppet.

Peng Chi: "Don't be sad, I understand you, the day Xiao Han died, I was the same as you."