Chapter 182 [The Death of Life] (Part 2)

On my forehead, beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down, and the pain made me almost faint. I gasped like a cow and my body trembled faintly, but I used my strong perseverance to tell myself: You can't dizzy! You can't dizzy! I must not dizzy now!!

Finally, I saw a bullet in my muscles! I gently picked out the bullet with the knife head. At this time, I was exhausted. The sweat on my body was like slurry, and my whole body seemed to be caught from the water! Blood was flowing, and the ground on the table was covered with blood. My breathing was rapid and intense, and my hands were a little soft.

Finally, I sighed, tore open a sanitary napkin, took a tablet, gently dipped it in some disinfectant alcohol in the medicine, and carefully wiped the wound.

I couldn't help but humming in pain, and the muscles on my face were almost twisted! I knew that my expression must be extremely ferocious at this moment! Because I saw my shadow on the glass in the living room!

I didn't stitch the wound immediately, and sat down and gasped for a while.

It took me half an hour to complete the whole process! The severe pain and blood loss made me feel dizzy, so I bit my tongue a few times.

At this time, I suddenly felt the mixed-race beauty lying beside me, as if her body was trembling slightly. I looked at her and found that she had woken up, but she just closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at me. Her eyes were tightly closed and her hands were pinching her clothes, obviously very scared.

I patted her, gritted my teeth and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

"I..." The mixed-race beauty said in a trembling voice: "I'm dizzy... I'm afraid of seeing blood."

I smiled bitterly: "Do you have needles and thread at home?"

"Don't hurt me...please don't hurt me..." She was a little panicked: "I promise not to tell others, I promise not to call the police...I won't say it...please go...please."

I took a breath. I forced a smile and decided to calm her down before talking.

"Okay, I can leave. I will leave after I get the wound, okay?"

"real?"

"real."

She jumped up from the sofa and said quickly: "I'll go get the needle and thread!" She still covered her eyes with one hand, not daring to look at me, maybe she was afraid to see blood.

While walking, she even bumped into the wall. When she quickly flashed into the room, I suddenly felt a move in my heart and jumped up immediately!

Sure enough, the woman slammed the door as soon as she entered the room! I pulled it hard, and the door was locked from the inside with a snap!

I sneered, took two steps back, then exhaled and shouted, raised my leg and kicked it up!

Bang!

The door of the room was kicked open by me! The lock burst. I saw the woman sitting at the head of the bed, holding the phone in her hand!

She saw me rushing in, her face full of despair and horror, and shouted repeatedly: "I didn't call the police! I didn't call the police!"

I went over and snatched her phone number, and then made a cruel decision. I simply unplugged the phone line, threw the microphone to the ground, and broke it!

I grabbed the woman's clothes with my right hand and lifted her up from the bed. My face was gloomy and said angrily: "Listen, I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't cooperate, I'm afraid I don't have much patience! If you are willing to help me, I will leave soon and give you a lot of money... Do you understand?"

"I didn't call the police, I really didn't call the police..." She had already cried: "I just called...my sister. Tell her not to come back."

I was stunned: "You... your sister?"

She was so scared that she shrank into the bed and said tremblingly: "I live with my sister...she...she's going to...school...school."

I didn't say anything. She seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't believe her words, and immediately took out a photo from the head of the bed and handed it to me.

This is a colorful photo, with two girls, one big and one small hugging each other. The older one is naturally this mixed-race beauty, and the younger girl looks only in her early 10 years old. But she also looks bright and white-haired. She has a bright smile on her face.

Judging from the appearance, the two are 70% similar.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the crying woman, I hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Yes... I'm sorry."

I pulled her up with my skills, and she dodged for a while, but she didn't dare to disobey my wishes too much, so she finally stood up.

"I'm sorry." I said seriously, "I really don't want to hurt you, but please help me. I'll leave soon."

Then I paused and said, "You are a smart girl. You should see that I am in a little trouble. I have caused some people. Those people are looking for me outside... They are not policemen, they are guys who kill without blinking. Even if you call the police now, once they know that I am out of you, you will have trouble... Do you understand?"

She nodded vigorously, but it was obvious that she didn't fully listen to my words.

I dragged her to the living room outside, took out my bag, took out all the 10,000 dollars inside in one breath, and placed it on the table.

"This is 10,000 US dollars, all of them are given to you! Just treat it as you're paying me for me, how about it?" I looked at her: "As long as you are willing to help me, I guarantee you're okay! I also guarantee your safety. After I leave, everything will become nothing happened... Do you understand?"

I coaxed and deceived me, plus the 10,000 dollars on the table, the mixed-race beauty finally gradually became quiet...

"You... promise to leave soon?" She glanced at me and said with some fear.

"Yeah, guaranteed." I thought to myself: As long as I find a way to run away.

"Okay." The mixed-race beauty suddenly wiped her tears, and a trace of resolute eyes flashed in her eyes: "You...I don't want your money...I just ask you not to hurt me...I..." Her eyes were full of begging: "I also have to take care of my sister, so please don't kill me, don't hurt me, okay? I..." She continued to beg: "I am willing to do whatever you want me to do...If you want me to accompany you...I can do it too...I just please..."

"Okay, help me find the needle and thread first." I frowned and moved a few times just now. But it hurt me to death.

This time she became much more obedient and quickly took out the needle and thread. Then, looking at the blood on the table, she seemed to faint. She quickly turned around and didn't dare to look at me.

I smiled, picked up my clothes and wiped the blood on the table, and threw the bloody clothes under the table.

No matter how panicked the girl was, I temporarily focused on my arms.

I pinched the needle, burned it with fire, threaded the thread, and gently stitched the wound... Unfortunately, my wound was a little bit outside, and I pinched the needle and stitched it myself, with a little bit of a corner.

I tried a few times and grinned in pain.

At this moment, the mixed-race beauty around her suddenly turned around. She looked at me, and although her eyes were very scared, she plucked up her courage and said softly: "I...I will try it for you."

I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately handed the needle to her.

She was very scared and her hands were trembling. Especially when she saw the sharp needle passing through my flesh, I obviously felt that she seemed to faint. I spoke to her warmly, trying to distract her.

"You...huh..." I took a deep breath in pain, then forced a smile and said, "Do you live with your sister?"

"……Um."

"Where is she? Going to school?"

"……Um."

"How old is she?"

"……eleven."

"Where are your parents?"

"..." She looked up at me and whispered: "No more."

I sighed, and the needle pierced my flesh again and again. I was so painful that I started to sweat, and then I barely smiled at her and said, "Yes... I'm sorry."

"...It hurts very...It hurts?" Suddenly, she asked me in a strange tone.

"Hmm?" I glanced at her: "It's okay, I can bear it."

"You...you don't look like a bad person, so please let me go?" She seemed to cry again: "My sister is the only relative. If I die, she will not be able to survive."

"Don't worry, I won't touch you." I sighed: "I'm not a bad person, don't worry."

She lowered her head silently and bit the thread shortened. I glanced at the wound and the suture was very fine. Obviously, this mixed-race beauty's needlework was good.

"Very good, the stitching is good, your needlework is beautiful." I smiled.

"Well. I can sew clothes." She glanced at me and immediately panicked: "No, no...I'm not kidding your wound...I..."

I smiled gently: "Don't be nervous, I'm not that fierce."

I picked up a sanitary napkin to cover the wound. She was stunned for a moment. It was probably the first time she saw someone bandaging the wound with this kind of thing. Obviously, she seemed to laugh a lot, but in this case, it was really hard to laugh. I handed her the cloth strip: "Pack it for me."

She took it and did not start immediately. Instead, she ran to the kitchen to wash it with water, and then came to wrap it for me.

After the wound was finished, I felt much more relaxed. Seeing her sitting beside me and looking at me feeling at a loss, I felt a lot of apologies.

At least, this girl is innocent, and I brought her so much shock.

"Do you have cigarettes at home?"

"...Some." She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly bent down and took out a box of cigarettes from under the sofa.

I was a little surprised: "Why hide cigarettes here?"
Chapter completed!