Chapter 120 The best friend was pushed downstairs(1/2)
She hurriedly pulled her hair, but she couldn't pull it out at all, but the hair was curled up more and more.
She was panicked as the elevator was about to end.
"Help! Save me! My hair is curled in."
Three or four people on the elevator saw her situation and ran away in fright.
Originally, he was expecting someone to help him, but seeing that everyone ran away one after another, Zhang Xiaoli fell into despair.
She stopped calling for help, but instead tried her best to pull her hair.
She felt her hands and feet were cold because her terrifying brain was blank.
But it's useless, the hair cannot be pulled out at all.ωωw..net
What to do? What to do? What to do?
Is she going to die? No, she doesn't want to die.
Who will save her?
Zhang Xiaoli cried, crying loudly, and was extremely desperate.
Just when she thought she was dead, the elevator suddenly stopped.
A security guard ran down like a wind, turned around and asked loudly, "Does anyone have scissors?"
"Yes, I have!" An old lady trotted over with a pair of scissors and handed it over.
"Thanks."
The security guard asked softly: "Ms., these hairs are too tightly wrapped and I can't get them off. Can I cut them off?"
The shocked Zhang Xiaoli nodded mechanically.
“Yes…yes.”
The security guard cut all the wrapped hair with scissors.
Zhang Xiaoli fell down on the elevator with her legs soft.
After escaping, she hugged the security guard's legs and couldn't help crying.
"It's okay, it's okay anymore. The security guard comforted her."
"Thank you, thank you! Really... thank you." Zhang Xiaoli thanked him from the bottom of her heart.
"You're welcome, this is what I should do."
Zhang Xiaoli wiped her tears, "I don't know why the hair rope suddenly broke, and my hair was curled in in an instant. My heartbeat stopped frightened. I thought I was dead, and they all ran away. I really thought I was finished this time."
"Thank you, thank you for saving me." She said incoherently.
The security guard helped her up.
"It's all right."
"Thanks!"
"You are welcome."
"Thanks!"
"Thank you really!"
The security guard helped her sit on the shopping mall rest chair.
Zhang Xiaoli stayed here alone for a long time before going upstairs to buy stinky tofu, spicy crabs, and fresh oranges.
When he got home, Li Wei complained.
"Wife, I'm so hungry, you're too slow!"
Zhang Xiaoli's tears fell down again.
She quietly placed the food on the table.
Li Wei stared at her blankly, "You... why are you crying?"
When he asked this, Zhang Xiaoli cried even more fiercely.
Li Wei quickly got up and hugged his wife, "I'm sorry, I'm too fierce."
"What's wrong with you, my wife? Is something happening?"
Zhang Xiaoli cried and said what had just happened.
Li Wei was frightened and felt vaguely uneasy in his heart. Is this an accident or...
But Xiaoqing, who helped them make a wish, is dead, and her wife has not joined the Goddess Sect. This should be just a coincidence!
...
It's late at night.
The couple fell asleep in bed.
Zhang Xiaoli had a dream.
In the dream, she returned to the place where Xiaoqing had an accident.
There was a loud "bang!"
Zhang Xiaoli quickly turned around.
Xiaoqing lay on the ground covered in blood, looking at her sadly and desperately, her lips opening and closing, as if she was saying something.
This time, Zhang Xiaoli was plucking the courage to walk over, squatted beside Xiaoqing, and lay on the ground to get her ear close.
"Lili, it's him... he pushed me, avenge me..."
"who is he?"
"I also have...a spare phone, which is placed in the drawer of the company's desk. Please help me...are me..."
"He's so cruel... so cruel..."
Zhang Xiaoli suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and the one she had just now was too real.
The husband next to him fell asleep.
"Bang!" A sudden sound came from the direction of the bathroom.
Zhang Xiaoli got up and walked towards the bathroom.
Isn't the light inside turned off? How could it be turned on?
She pushed open the door and went in and went to the toilet.
When I got up and was about to leave, the bathroom light suddenly turned off again.
"Is this light a failure?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the lights lit up again.
Zhang Xiaoli stood in front of the mirror, turned on the faucet and was about to wash her face, but when she looked up, she saw a figure walking from behind her in the mirror.
She quickly turned around, but there was nothing behind her.
"Are you dazzled?" Zhang Xiaoli washed her face and walked out of the bathroom. When she was at the door, she turned around and looked inside.
This glance almost made her feel lost.
I saw my best friend Xiaoqing standing in the corner covered in blood, looking at her with blood and tears.
"Xiao...Xiaoqing!"
The next second, Xiaoqing disappeared.
Zhang Xiaoli returned to bed, but couldn't sleep anymore. As soon as she closed her eyes, her best friend would die tragically in her mind.
It’s not an illusion, Xiaoqing’s undead really appeared!
Xiaoqing wanted to tell herself that she was not committing suicide, but was pushed down from the roof.
Zhang Xiaoli secretly swore that she would find the murderer who killed her best friend and hand it over to the police.
the next day.
She went to the company and found Xiaoqing's spare phone.
Only the cleaning lady is at work in this company.
She sat alone in her seat and looked through the contents of her mobile phone.
There is only one contact person in this mobile phone, which is a university teacher named Liang Chen.
According to the chat records of the two, the teacher is a family and he and his best friend Xiaoqing have an extramarital affair.
Liang Chen initially deceived Xiaoqing to be single, but later she was discovered by Xiaoqing. The man told her to wait. He had long had no feelings for his wife, and he would file for divorce from his wife recently.
But Xiaoqing waited and waited again and again, and the man just said to himself, but he never made any moves.
Xiaoqing is also stupid. She can't let go of her feelings for a man. She is in great pain while she can't live without him.
To be continued...