World of Movies and TV: From Breaking Up with Qiao Jingjing

At this time, time must pass by one o'clock, and there are still ten seconds left.

Fang Mo stood at the door in embarrassment, not knowing what to do for a while.

At this moment, the elevator door opens, and a pair of teachers walk up to you.

"Oh, why is it windy all of a sudden? Even though today's weather forecast says there will be no rain."

"Wind? Rain?" Fang Mo was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind!

But maybe because of being too nervous, although a flash of light flashed in his mind, Fang Mo couldn't remember what it was for a while.

Seeing the time decrease bit by bit, Fang Mo no longer cared about so much, and broke in again.

This time, Li Meng was already dressed.

It's just that she folded her arms and glared at Fang Mo.

Fang Mo ignored Li Meng's gaze and looked at the room carefully.

The kitchen equipment in the room did not show signs of being used, so Li Meng did not presumably cook.

There is no problem with water and electricity.

The only abnormality in the room was an extra can of beer that had been opened on the table.

After looking at it, three or four cans of it had already been consumed.

Fang Mo glanced at Li Meng, and found that Li Meng's face hadn't changed much except for a little redder.

There are no sharp objects such as scissors or kitchen knives in the room.

The only problem was that it was a bit cold in the room.

It seems that the window is open because of the drink just now.

Fang Mo's heart moved, thinking of what the teachers said earlier that it would rain tonight, so he took the initiative to close the window.

"Fang Mo! What are you doing?" Li Meng's serious voice came from next to my ear.

"Cough, teacher, I'll just sit for a while, just for a while!" Fang Mo was a little embarrassed, he couldn't just say that you are going to die, I'll save you, right?

I'm afraid it's not going to be regarded as a neuropathy.

Time goes by bit by bit, and it seems that there are still 20 seconds to end.

There was a sudden noise outside the door.

Li Meng frowned and got up to open the door.

"Sister Meng, please slow down." Fang Mo was in a hurry, and hurried forward to protect Li Meng to go out.

Li Meng glanced at him, then suddenly turned around and went back.

Fang Mo was dumbfounded.

It is not good to go, and it is not good to go back.

It's so embarrassing here.

"Get out!" Li Meng's voice was extremely cold.

"Sister Meng..."

"I'm your teacher!" Li Meng said with a serious face, "Now! Get out!"

Fang Mo sighed helplessly, and could only turn around and go out.

"Remember to have someone repair the door tomorrow!" Li Meng's voice came from behind.

Fang Mo responded helplessly.

After leaving Li Meng's room, Fang Mo felt helpless.

How to do?

time left...

"Hold the grass! Why did the time stop!" Fang Mo glanced at the countdown of the black task in disbelief, and found that the time had stopped at the last three seconds!

Chapter 113 Li Meng's Distress ([-])

What's even more strange is that there was an extra layer of golden light inexplicably on the countdown.Reluctantly, Fang Mo looked at his attribute bar.

I saw "Wanves LV. Max" in the special rewards sparkled.

And his cash was also frantically disappearing at a rate of [-] per second.

Only then did Fang Mo wake up. It turned out that it wasn't that the black mission didn't take effect, but that the luck brought by Zhong Xiaoqin's character card and the Vanves LV. Countdown!

But what's the point?

Fang Mo was a little puzzled.

After searching just now, Li Meng's room did not contain any sharp objects that could kill him.

It is also impossible for her to have any suicidal thoughts.

Some corners of the room are upholstered.

Of course, Li Meng couldn't have made these things. Judging from the style, it should be Su Yi's masterpiece.

So if Li Meng died, it couldn't be the factor in the room.

So……

What is it?

One clue after another was thought of, but one clue after another was denied.

Just now I have closed the doors and windows...

and many more!

doors and windows!

Fang Mo was taken aback for a moment, then stared at the door behind him.

This door is nothing, this is a school, there are security guards downstairs, and it is impossible for anyone to come to the teacher's dormitory to steal incense and jade, so it is very safe.

Even Fang Mo was able to come in because he was brought in by Li Meng before. Although he left later, it was not a problem to come in again.

But others can't.

So robbery and murder are also ignored.If it weren't for him, Li Meng, who was in the dormitory at this time, would not be able to encounter external forces.

So……

What about windows?

The wind and rain mentioned by the teachers just now appeared in Fang Mo's mind.

Thinking about those beers on the table...

Fang Mo's heartbeat suddenly rose to the limit.

He finally thought of how Li Meng died!

Drunk and fell from the building!

This is the seventh floor, if you fall down, you will definitely die!

But just as he was about to open the door again, Fang Mo stopped.

He has already offended Li Meng.

If she rushed in rashly at this time, then with Li Meng's temper, she would definitely call the police!

At that time, when the police came, I would not be able to speak clearly even if I was covered in mouths.

And this hidden mission is black.

The time limit is so short again.

Even if his cash can still burn for a period of time, once his cash is exhausted, what is waiting for Li Meng?

I guessed the cause of Li Meng's death, it's nothing.

But what if Li Meng walked down the stairs due to her own reasons and encountered other dangers?

For example, if the elevator rope breaks?

Like being accidentally killed by a falling object from the top floor?

Like a car accident?

such as……

The various ways of death cannot be distinguished at all.

One mistake at that time, Li Meng will be dead!

But what about myself at that time?

Let's not talk about how he explained how he knew Li Meng was going to die.

Speaking of who was taken away by the police uncle at that time, how to save Li Meng?

and so……

Can't go in!

If you don't go in, how can you save Li Meng?

After thinking about it, Fang Mo narrowed his eyes, thinking about it.

At this time, Fang Mo only had 110 million+ cash left.

Ignoring the dwindling cash, Fang Mo pushed open the stair door again, ready to walk up the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Mo took a leap, stepped on the wall of the corridor with both feet, and grabbed the handrail of the stairs with one hand, and the whole person was directly horizontal in midair.

Stepping on both feet, the whole person is like a bolt of lightning. With the help of the reaction force of the wall and the handrail of the stairs, the whole person rushes directly downstairs in an almost acrobatic way.

Going downstairs in this way only takes one second for one floor.

Directly shortened by 50% than before.

At this time, Fang Mo still has 100 million+ cash.

When he got downstairs, although he was burning with anxiety, Fang Mo could only take big steps and left the teachers' dormitory in front of the dormitory auntie.

When Fang Mo walked out of the gate, he still had 90+ cash.

Turning around, I quickly found the window of Li Meng's room according to my memory.

It was already dark at this time, if Li Meng hadn't turned on the light, Fang Mo really couldn't find him.

However, what made Fang Mo's heart tense was that the window was opened again at this time!

Damn!

85+ cash left!

Go back in time a little.

After Fang Mo left, Li Meng's stern face suddenly collapsed.

Covering her face with her hands, Li Meng felt extremely dead.

Fang Mo...

Desire to reprimand, but the reprimand in his mouth can't be said no matter what.

Don't say anything, and feel that I have suffered a big loss.

And the door.

"Hic—" Li Meng burped suddenly.

She was already drunk.

It was just that Fang Mo bumped into the door suddenly and made a loud noise to suppress the original drunkenness, but as Fang Mo left, the original rationality faded along with the rising drunkenness.

If an eminent monk or Taoist priest looked at Li Meng through the mirror at this time, he would be able to see a black air filling her head.