Haiting screamed, and Mo Chen was also anxious. He immediately smashed Zhan Peng with a candlestick. The light that reflected Zhan Peng went out immediately, accompanied by the sound of the candlestick falling to the ground. Then Mo Chen suddenly crashed into front of him, but it was empty. Zhan Peng did not stand in front of him. Mo Chen did not dare to delay. According to the memories of the time he came, he pulled Meng Xinyao and the others and ran down the stairs desperately.

Mo Chen silently counted the steps of the stairs in his heart, but he still failed in the last step. Mo Chen staggered and couldn't stand firm. The two people behind him could not stop and hit Mo Chen with a pounding pounding. The three of them fell into each other with a bang, causing pain.

"Give me your hand!" Mo Chen shouted.

In the darkness, separation is the most terrible thing, Mo Chen's hand tentatively touched the people around him.

The slender and soft fingertips slammed with Mo Chen. Mo Chen knew that it was Meng Xinyao's hand, so he held it tightly in his hand.

Then, Mo Chen and Meng Xinyao stood up with each other, and Mo Chen asked, "Haiting! Where are you? Give me your hand quickly."

"I'm here, I'm pulling Yaoyao! Where are you?" Haiting replied.

Hearing Haiting's voice, he was not far away from Mo Chen, but Mo Chen was shocked. Haiting said he was holding Meng Xinyao? But Mo Chen was holding Meng Xinyao's hands now, and the two were supporting each other. Who was Haiting holding?

A line of cold sweat flowed down Mo Chen's forehead. At this moment, Meng Xinyao suddenly said, "Mo Chen! Come here quickly."

Mo Chen heard clearly that the direction of Meng Xinyao's voice was the direction of Haiting.

Mo Chen's heart tightened, and his fingertips tentatively touched the hand he was holding. His skin was delicate and his fingers were slender.

"My hands are beautiful!" Zhan Peng's voice suddenly sounded opposite Mo Chen.

Although Mo Chen could not see the other person's outline clearly, he outlined the general form of Zhan Peng standing opposite him based on his memory of Zhan Peng's figure.

Mo Chen suddenly pulled out his hands, swung his arms, and punched him hard at the other party.

What Mo Chen imagined in his mind was that his fist hit Zhan Peng's side face, and the punch he shot did hit the other party. It is unknown whether it was accurate in the face.

In the darkness, waves of metal friction sounds were heard restless and uneasy, accompanied by Haiting's anxious shouting, "Why can't you open it!"

Mo Chen remembered that when he came, it was Meng Xinyao's door locked, but she just plugged the door bolt into it, so why couldn't it be opened?

Before she could give Mo Chen a free time to think about it, Mo Chen suddenly tightened his throat and a strong pain immediately came from his neck.

Mo Chen grabbed his neck with both hands, and it was tightly tied by Zhan Peng's "rope" twisted with several thin iron wires.

"Uh...uh..." Mo Chen moaned in pain, and the force on his neck dragged him on his back and fell to the ground.

Meng Xinyao and the others heard Mo Chen's voice wrong, and Meng Xinyao asked sternly, "Mo Chen!! What's wrong with you?" Then, Mo Chen heard Meng Xinyao's anxious running, but she didn't know what her legs tripped, making two dong dong sounds.

The strong sense of suffocation made Mo Chen breathlessly. The wire strangled on his neck seemed to be embedded in his flesh, and he was stuck and refused to let him go.

Just as Mo Chen struggled hard, Mo Chen seemed to kick something, making a crisp sound.

Is it a candlestick? Mo Chen thought so in his heart. He just smashed the candlestick towards Zhan Peng. The candlestick seemed to be empty and rolled along the stairs to the first floor.

Mo Chen grabbed the wire with both hands, his fingertips were a little sticky. I thought it was too hard and his fingertips were pierced and bleeding.

On the other hand, Mo Chen used his feet to reach the candlestick with all his strength. When Mo Chen almost thought he was about to be strangled to death, the candlestick finally kicked Mo Chen's waist.

Mo Chen held his breath, freed up his hand, grabbed the candlestick, and stabbed it hard towards the top of his head.

A muffled sound fell to the ground, and then Mo Chen felt his neck loose and finally breathing smoothly.

"Ahem!!" Mo Chen was gasping for breath, his neck was probably strangled by iron wire, and his epidermis was still very painful.

At this moment, Haiting shouted, "It's on!"

At the same time, the room suddenly became bright, and Meng Xinyao couldn't help but scream, "Ah~~~!"

Immediately afterwards, Haiting slammed the door that had just been pushed open and slammed.

Mo Chen stared at everything in front of him in shock, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks involuntarily...

"You...you...you...you killed...someone..." Haiting stammered, pointing his fingers tremblingly at Zhan Peng lying on the ground.

Mo Chen couldn't recover for a moment. He stared blankly at Zhan Peng who was standing upside down on the ground, and couldn't help but tremble all over.

A sharp weapon was inserted above Zhan Peng's head, which was a short sword with a black handle. The sharp sword body was inserted straight into Zhan Peng's head. The bright red blood flowed on the floor, dazzling and stunning, and the sensational smell quickly filled the entire hall.

Mo Chen couldn't figure out why he had caught a candlestick, but it turned into a short sword. His eyes were panicked and glanced around. The candlestick that had been blocked from his self-defense weapon was lying on the slow-moving platform on the first and a half floors. The elegant old silver seemed to be mocking him, but the situation was still unknown at this time.

"This...this isn't...unscientific." Mo Chen said in panic. "The human skull is so hard, and I didn't use much force, so how could it be...inserted in at once?" Mo Chen said, and there was almost no sound at the end of his speech.

The incident happened suddenly, and it was indeed very strange. As Mo Chen said, his casual counterattack actually killed Zhan Peng and made himself a murderer.

What makes sense is, where did this short knife come from? Mo Chen doesn't remember seeing this short knife before.

The gorgeous patterns on the handle of the short knife are very suitable for the wall decoration in the house, but Mo Chen still feels it is unreasonable. If this short knife is used for decoration, the short knife will definitely not be so sharp. Furthermore, there will be no shop owner who will put such dangerous things in the store, and it will be amazing if the customer is cut.

Zhan Peng, who was lying on the ground, stared incredibly with his eyes wide open, and his chest without any ups and downs meant that he would never get up again.

"He...he may still be alive!" Mo Chen rolled and crawled to Zhan Peng, and reached under Zhan Peng's nose with a trembling hand.

"Ah!" Mo Chen stepped back suddenly and sat on the ground with a gurgle.

Haiting leaned against the door and used his body to top the door. He hesitated and asked, "Let's call the police!"

"Can't call the police!" Meng Xinyao shouted sternly, "The police are here, I will..." She looked at Mo Chen reluctantly, and Mo Chen looked back gratefully.

Mo Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He remembered that in order to verify Zhan Peng's identity, Haiting called Zhan Peng.
Chapter completed!