The water flowed into the room faster and faster, and soon it was six to seven centimeters.
Song Xiang held her cell phone, unable to tell any useful information. She tried to go in the direction with the key, but the distance was too far, making it impossible.
Halfway through the call with Rong Boye, the call was suddenly disconnected, and the signal was lost when I called again.
She beat the bed angrily, knowing Chu Xun's intention, which gave her a chance to ask Rong Boye for help, but did not give Rong Boye a chance to save her.
Murder and heart-wrenching.
Just now he asked Yan Han to push everything ten kilometers away. How could Yan Han get back at this moment?
Son of a bitch!
"Severe cold!"
He shouted, and his voice broke.
What the hell is this? After so much trouble, it would be too depressing to die in a place like this.
Looking sideways, I saw that the water had almost completely covered the bedside table.
Thump! Thump!
Two knocks on the door.
Song Xiang's eyes flickered, "Yan... Yan Han?"
He didn't retreat?
She responded by kicking the door several times.
There were people inside and outside, the pressure was too great, and there was a lock on the door, so it couldn't be opened easily.
Song Xiang closed his eyes, extremely desperate, "Can't it be opened? That bastard Chu Xun, you, please talk to me!"
There was no response, and he kicked the door a few more times, each time with more and more force.
Bang!!!
The door opened.
Song Xiang's crying stopped suddenly.
Outside the door, Yan Han's calves were completely soaked in the water, and his whole body was wet. His eyes were locked on Song Xiang, full of surprise.
Song Xiang grinned and cried again.
The man waded over, hugged her and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here."
Song Xiang cried and spoke at the same time, "The key, the key was thrown away by him."
Yan Han's eyes moved down, and he realized that Song Xiang's wrists were handcuffed.
He didn't hesitate, he protected Song Xiang's hand with one hand, and used the other hand to point the wooden warehouse at the handcuffs, and opened the three wooden warehouses in succession.
Song Xiang felt that his ears were going to be deafened. He turned his face and found that Yan Han's face was stiff.
She lowered her head and found that the handcuffs were intact and not broken.
"What's going on?"
"Specially made material."
Song Xiang gritted his teeth, "What should we do?"
As soon as she finished asking, there was movement outside and someone was wading over.
"Master."
It was Yan Song who brought people here.
"Find the key! Under water!"
Song Xiang reacted and pointed the direction to Yan Song, "Over there!"
Yan Song understood and immediately led people to search the entire room.
The water level is getting higher and higher, the water is entering faster and faster, and the bed has begun to get wet.
Yan Han was worried that he could not find the key, so he opened the wooden compartment directly against the metal pillar at the head of the bed, intending to break the pillar.
If it is normal or you are prepared, you can just saw the pillars.
But things happened suddenly, let alone tools, and there was no time to think.
The water has reached my waist.
Song Xiang was flustered, watching Yan Han continue to open the wooden warehouse on the pillars.
There were several loud noises in succession, all of which were blunt, and it was obvious that the pillar was also solid.
"Where's the key?!" Yan Yanhan roared.
A whole room of people went under the water, but found nothing.
Seeing that the water had reached Song Xiang's neck.
"Stern cold..."
Yan Han was soaked all over and looked up at her, "Don't be afraid, we'll be out soon."
Song Xiang nodded and swallowed his discouraging words.
"Master, why don't you lift up the sheets and try to hit the connection between the metal pillar and the bed board?" Someone shouted.
Yan Han's eyes flashed and he got under the water.