Step on the stairs covered with handmade Persian rugs.

Yingqian rushed to the second floor.

It’s just that she doesn’t know which room Nora is in.

I even shouted at the top of my lungs, but didn't get any response.

She searched from room to room along the corridor, putting her ear against the door panel and listening carefully to what was going on inside.

Although Yingqian didn't like that arrogant little girl Nola.

But this does not mean that she can watch Nora become a tool for some perverted rich man to vent his violence.

Seeing time passing by.

The cold sweat on Ying Qian's forehead gradually worsened.

There can be no further delay.

Otherwise, the next time she sees Nora, she might be in a plastic bag or a trash can.

When putting your ear against a door again.

A burst of weird laughter suddenly reached Yingqian's ears.

Like a rat living in the sewer, encountering fresh meat.

Getting ready to enjoy a sumptuous dinner.

The sound of heavy breathing was still clearly audible even through a heavy wooden door.

You can't go wrong here.

Yingqian narrowed his eyes, kicked the door, and shouted loudly:

"It's on fire! Put out the fire quickly! Is there anyone here? If you don't run out, you will be burned to death..."

She hasn't finished her lines yet.

The wooden door in front of him has been pushed open in a panic.

Corey was wrapped in a black raincoat, covering his expensive dress, holding a bloody vise in his hand, and his face was full of urgency.

"Fire? Where's the fire?!"

When he saw Ying Qian, he was stunned for a moment.

I waited and looked around.

There was no smoky smell in the air.

Corey immediately realized that he had been tricked by Yingqian.

His face instantly darkened.

The look in Yingqian's eyes was filled with fierceness.

"Little devil, how dare you lie to me?!"

"Uncle, what are you doing in the room? Why are you wearing a raincoat?"

Yingqian tilted her head, pretending not to see the gloom on his face, and asked innocently:

"Can you take me to play with you?"

She raised her little face, her eyes were dark, like a bottomless lake.

Her hands, as white and tender as lotus root segments, were clasped behind her back.

The toes tap lightly on the ground.

Looks cute and innocent.

Just like a beautifully crafted oriental porcelain doll.

Corey looked at Yingqian, the anger in his eyes gradually faded and was gradually covered by something else.

Adam's apple rolling.

He stared at her obsessively, and his tone softened.

"Okay, then uncle, let's play with you."

The door continues to expand in sight.

With a sweet curve on her lips, Yingqian took the initiative to walk into the room.

The darkness swallowed her up.

She glanced around and saw Nora sleeping on the bed.

But she frowned.

His left hand was almost soaked with blood.

They were already twitching in pain, but Nora still couldn’t wake up.

The ground around her was dotted with white horny substances that resembled nails.

It seems that the role of the vise is here.

Yingqian was silent for a while, then looked back at Corey who had raised the vise high at some point and smiled.

"Uncle and Nora are playing this kind of game. If the dean finds out about it, he will be very unhappy."

"Dean?"

Corey sneered and said disdainfully:

"What can the director of an orphanage do?"

He originally wanted to knock Yingqian unconscious directly.

But he was caught by her.

I could only stop my thoughts temporarily.

But the strange thing is that she doesn't seem to have any fear at all.

Corey couldn't even find panic on Yingqian's face.

She stared at him.

It's like watching a boring circus.

"What a pretty little face."

Corey swallowed hard.

His eyes greedily glanced back and forth at Ying Qian.

An excited growl rolled out of his throat:

"Perhaps, I can keep your head and put it in formalin. After the skin and flesh are soaked to the point of losing its beauty, I can keep your skull as a collection."

The vise was thrown aside.

Corey instead picked up a dull knife.

The blade has curled up.

Wanting to slit Ying Qian's throat would not only require a lot of strength, but would also bring her great despair.

But her pain was the meal Corey wanted to enjoy most.

Yingqian was still calm, glanced at the position of the vise, and suddenly asked:

"Does everyone here have this kind of hobby?"

"Of course not."

Corey gestured with the blunt knife, seeming to be considering where to start.

He likes Yingqian's face very much.

So be sure to be careful.

If it gets scarred, it's no longer perfect.

"But it seems too much for you to want to kill Nora in the Claire couple's manor, right?"

Yingqian touched his chin and continued to ask.

It's like putting this kind of life and death situation on the line.

Treat it as a classroom.

"Who said I wanted to kill her?"

Corey slowly took a step closer, his eyes swept around Yingqian's body, and finally settled on her petite palm.

"It's just a small injury. Couldn't it be caused by her accidentally?"

Until now, Yingqian could barely understand this abnormality.
To be continued...