"Call the police?" Yang Fan not only raised the decibels, but after feeling the reproachful eyes of the two people next to him, he cooperated and said in a low voice: "Let me go, I am a person with a small target and smart one."

In fact, Yang Fan has a certain basis for doing this. In this way, the two people in the room will definitely give them enough time to go out alone.

Moreover, if they were not intentional, Yang Fan would not believe their actions.

After all, who would be so stupid that he put all the goods in his bag, and just do something unique, put things there casually, and wait for others to catch the bag.

This kind of ordinary trick is possible to deceive others, but if you want to deceive Yang Fan, you will dream!

Even now Yang Fan is basically 100% sure that Lucas and Cao Xiong are definitely in the same group.

If this is the case, then my current situation is still relatively dangerous.

After all, it would be too easy if they wanted to be in this room and not be discovered, and Yang Fan would never let them succeed easily.

Yang Fan nodded solemnly and said, "Don't worry, let me leave this matter."

At this time, there were footsteps sounding in the corridor. Liu Zhongyong lay down and looked out of the crack in the door. He was so scared that he felt like he was scattered and shouted in a low voice: "Cao, Brother Cao, Lucas,

Lucas is back."

Cao Xiong was shocked and pressed Liu Zhongyong on the bed, saying to him: "What are you panic? Don't be afraid."

At this time, Lucas had already pushed the door open, and Yang Fan had already steadily lying back on the bed with his legs raised.

Liu Zhongyong's body trembled even harder, Cao Xiong continued: "Brother Liu said, don't be afraid, sister-in-law will be fine, cheer up!"

Liu Zhongyong looked at Cao Xiong gratefully, and lit a cigarette with his hands trembling.

After what happened last time, Yang Fan forced himself to hold back and no longer glanced at Lukes. The person's feeling was so keen.

If he accidentally got caught by Lucas, he would be caught by him. Yang Fan tried hard to put all his energy into the colored painting. Despite this, he still felt a cold look and stayed here.

It took me a long time to move my eyes away.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

The atmosphere in the room on the boat was even more depressing, even many times more depressing than at the beginning.

Yang Fan could always feel a cold look, and every once in a while, he would glance at himself.

As night fell, Cao Xiong and Liu Zhongyong had already started to snore.

Only when he was facing the bed, the coldness of Lukes's eyes still increased and not decreased.

Yang Fan didn't care about this situation at all. He adjusted his breathing and tried to disguise himself as if he was sleeping.

Not long after, Lu Kess's eyes were indeed as Yang Fan expected, and he had given up and continued to stare at Yang Fan's thoughts.

Yang Fan has always had very good physical fitness. He doesn't sleep for several days or nights, and even just needs to calmly regulate his breathing for a while.

Even if he really sleeps, his sleep will be very clear. He can feel any movement around him as soon as possible.

He thought that in such a serious situation, he would be even more energetic to deal with possible sudden and sudden situations around him.

But he fell asleep unknowingly.

Maybe it was because she had never had a good night's sleep since she lost her memory, or maybe it was because Yang Fan's pressure has been too great these days.

This is called Yang Fan obviously slept harder than before, and even had a very strange dream.

In the dream, Yang Fan experienced and felt all this from the perspective of God.

He saw that in a building, when things were silent in the early morning and when people were quiet, four men in black suddenly broke in. They were fierce and were holding various knives in their hands.

Although Yang Fan was still frowning tightly, he was vaguely worried about the people in the building.

This kind of worry is not the kind of worry about the harm of innocent people, but the fact that the four men in black may attack the important people.

They seemed to have a purpose, walked straight up the stairs, and the man in black who was walking in the front took out a small iron wire from his bag under the gaze of the other three people.

I inserted it into the door lock, twisted it left and right, and the door opened with a crunch.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, most people fell into a deep dream. This crisp sound, although not loud, could still be heard clearly in such a quiet air.

The person inside the door obviously heard this strange sound and was immersed in his heartfelt sleep, completely conscious of a slight danger approaching.

Four men in black divided into two teams and entered two different rooms, which made Yang Fan feel a little strange. One was in the two rooms, one lived a couple about fifty years old, and the other was in the room.

A ** in her twenties.

Yang Fan frowned and recalled that he thought he had seen these three people since **, but his familiar feeling broke through all obstacles and broke into his mind.

At this time, Yang Fan was very irritable, even with a hint of fear and a strong anger. For so long, Yang Fan thought that there was nothing worth terrifying about him, but in this dream he couldn't control himself and trembled all over.

Yang Fan wanted to reach out to stop him, but in this dream, he could only stand on a high place to watch, and even wanted to go forward again, and he would forcefully break into him.

The mind.

In the room on the right, two men in black showed an extremely sinister and cruel smile at the sleeping couple.

The woman in the room on the left seemed to feel something. She frowned, woke up from her sleep, and walked straight to the room on the right.

He didn't know why he did this, as if he had some inexplicable power to control himself.

Every time she took a step forward, she became even more uneasy. The uneasiness seemed to be about to break through her throat.

When I opened the door, I was empty, but I found that my parents were cruelly nailed to the bed.

Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she wanted to shout, but she couldn't make any sound.

It was like she suddenly thought of something, and she hurried back to her room and wanted to use her cell phone to call the police.

But just as I was about to return to the room, two people suddenly appeared in the shadows. One quickly covered his mouth and nose tightly, so that the sound could not be made at all, and the other was very fierce and fierce.

Rising and falling.

The three people in front of him died one by one in front of him, but Yang Fan could only watch him helplessly. From the bottom of his heart, he felt an endless sense of powerlessness.

This feeling of powerlessness gradually spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs, and his limbs became sour and soft, but a ball of nameless fire burned from the bottom of his heart.

The fire burned my internal organs and my body felt like I was thrown into the Bagua furnace and burned it.

At this time, he had an impulse, a strong impulse. He wanted to immediately kill these men in black without leaving any armor, and wanted to peel them, cramps, shave them and put them in a oil pan to fry them!

Gradually, Yang Fan's eyes were covered with a layer of red, and his condition was as if he had heard that Tian Qianqian was caught in a remote and terrifying little house.

Once again, he almost couldn't control himself. The world seemed to have a bad reputation. It was only his own endless desires. That feeling was what Yang Fan wanted the least to have in his life.

He could not control himself, and could only feel like a crazy cold-blooded monster.

Yang Fan covered his head and his heart, swinging his fists weakly. The sound of the wind passed by his ears, but he could only hit balls of air after ball.

Cold sweat dripped down from his body. He kept gasping for breath, clenched his fists, and clenched it tightly. It took him a long time to finally wake up from the nightmare just now.

Those frames of pictures flashed before Yang Fan's eyes, as if they had just happened in front of him.

Every time he thought of these things, Yang Fan couldn't calm down. He forced himself to cheer up and looked around. The three people in the room were still lying there quietly as they were at the beginning.

Time pointed to four o'clock in the morning, and the fishy sea breeze penetrated into the room, igniting Yang Fan's heart slightly.

His mind was just a cloud of mud, and it was pitch black when he looked out the window. Yang Fan had a complete memory of the three people, but deep down, there was a voice telling him that they were unable to explain clearly and could not explain clearly.

, countless bonds.

Yang Fan didn't dare to close his eyes and think about the scene he saw in his dream just now, otherwise he would be afraid that he would not be able to control himself for a while and would do something that would make him regret for life.

He sat upright on the wall and tried hard to adjust his breathing, using the airflow in his body to wash his dry and hot body over and over again. It was not until the sky outside was bright in the early morning that Yang Fan could barely feel that he had recovered some soberness and consciousness.
Chapter completed!