Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

Seeing that Gu Shiche was about to catch up, Song Churan had an idea and punched the fire alarm on the wall.

The next second, a deafening alarm sounded in the clubhouse and red lights flashed in the corridor.

"Warning! Warning! There is a fire!" A mechanical female voice came from the hall.

Suddenly, the people in the box on the second floor rushed out like bees whose hive was destroyed, and fled in all directions in the corridor.

"Step aside!"

Gu Shiche's eyes were red as he kept pushing the people who were blocking his way.

The corridor was completely blocked by passers-by, and he was stuck in the middle and unable to move.

At this time, Song Churan was already standing at the corner at the end of the corridor.

He held the unconscious Jiang Wanqing in his arms, turned around gracefully, and smiled sarcastically.

He slowly raised his middle finger towards Gu Shiche, then disappeared around the corner.

Gu Shiche's clenched fists were shaking, and a hint of dark red fire ignited in his inky black eyes.

He raised the gun, pointed it at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger.

Bang! A gunshot rang out.

The corridor was filled with women's screams, men's growls, and the crisp sound of bullet casings falling to the ground.

"Get out of my way!"

His low, hoarse voice carried a hint of sickness and viciousness.

Everyone retreated to both sides of the corridor, making way for him.

He ran all the way to the corner where Song Churan disappeared.

Gu Shiche looked up from the gap in the middle of the stairs.

Song Churan stood at the stairs on the seventh floor, stuck his head out, and gave Gu Shiche below a wicked smile.

Provocation, naked provocation!

"court death."

Gu Shiche pursed his lips tightly, his eyes showing a coldness, and he ran after him.

Song Churan looked lazy as he slowly carried the sleeping Jiang Wanqing to the rooftop, then locked the door.

It's raining outside.

The rain continued for a whole day and night without stopping.

Jiang Wanqing's clothes were thin to begin with, and when her pure white top was wet by the rain, the obvious light pink lace was revealed.

The miniskirt only covered the thighs, revealing a pair of long, white legs as smooth and white as tender tofu, with broken glass and blood stuck on the knees.

Song Churan was stunned, his Adam's apple slid a few times, and he immediately looked away after scanning.

He suppressed the urge in his eyes and said, "Now is not the time to think about these things."

After saying that, Song Churan took off his coat, covered Jiang Wanqing with it, and wrapped her up tightly.

Bang!

Gu Shiche kicked open the door on the rooftop with a gloomy look on his face.

"Song Churan, put Qingqing down!" He walked slowly towards her, his eyes bloodshot.

Gu Shiche saw at a glance that Jiang Wanqing's bleeding knee was being washed by the rain.

An indescribable heartache that made him panic.

Gu Shiche clenched his fists, slowly raised the gun and aimed it at Song Churan.

The target was locked, and the two men confronted each other silently.

Song Churan chuckled and looked at him indifferently.

"Shoot! What if the bullet lands on your lover?"

Song Churan curled his lips slightly and smiled evilly.

He held Jiang Wanqing in front of him, put one arm around her waist, and held the dagger with the other hand, pressing it against her neck.

The sharp blade left a shallow bloody mark on her neck.

Gu Shiche's heart tightened, and his eyes became cold and creepy.

"Song, Chu, Ran!" He spoke word by word as if giving a warning.

Song Churan had a smile on his face. He wiped the blood off her neck with his fingertips, then gently held it in his mouth, as if he was tasting the ultimate delicacy.

With a gun pointed at his head, he was still provoking Gu Shiche!

The pair of black eyes then became wild, and he approached him with the gun raised.

But Song Churan blocked Jiang Wanqing in front of him. He was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't dare to shoot.

The rain continued to fall, mercilessly soaking several people's clothes.

Song Churan kept backing away, approaching the railing on the roof. If he took a few more steps, he would fall down.

This is the ninth floor. If you jump down, you will be crippled if you don't die.

But he didn't care at all and kept dragging Jiang Wanqing's body back.

"Don't move, or I'll jump with her in my arms."

Gu Shiche paused, staring at him with cold eyes.

The knife was still on Jiang Wanqing's neck, leaving several bloody marks and drops of blood popping out of the wounds.

"Okay, I won't move. Put the knife down from Qingqing's neck. She's bleeding."

"Put the gun down."

Gu Shiche hesitated for a moment.

"Put her down! Otherwise I will take her with me to die now!" Song Churan yelled.

Gu Shiche put the gun on the ground.

"Kick it over here, kick the gun over here."

Gu Shiche did as he was told, but he deliberately used force and kicked the gun into a farther corner, where Song Churan couldn't reach it.

"Put your hands up."

Gu Shiche opened his palms and raised his hands.

"I have listened to you. Now let her go. You are making her bleed."

He looked extremely depressed and tried hard to control his emotions.

But with the bulging veins on his forehead and his clenched jaw, Gu Shiche looked more like a beast ready to pounce.

Song Churan: "Let go? She is my life now, my only hope of survival."

Gu Shiche: "Then you are wrong, she is not important to me at all."

"Not important? You're just trying to comfort a three-year-old."

Song Churan sneered.

Gu Shiche said lightly.

"I don't love her, I just want her to die in my hands."

Song Churan sneered.

"Don't love her? You're just wearing the clothes of not loving her. Anyone can see how much you love her."

Gu Shiche clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "If you really want to retaliate against me, you should come at me instead of forcing an unarmed woman."

"Stop talking such high-sounding words. As long as it can achieve the goal, it's a good method." Song Churan took another step back and stood on the edge of the roof.

The knife was on her neck, the force increasing.

Gu Shiche's face was gloomy, his eyes were red, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

At this moment, a loud noise came from not far away, which was the roar of the propeller rotating at high speed.

A dark green helicopter swooped down towards the rooftop.

Song Churan's reinforcements arrived.

It seems that he had already expected Gu Shiche to chase him here, so he fled to the roof.

While waiting for the helicopter, he used Jiang Wanqing to buy time.

The helicopter did not stop on the roof, but was suspended in mid-air, dropping a soft ladder.

Song Churan held the knife to her neck and slowly approached the helicopter step by step.

He hugged Jiang Wanqing, threw away the knife, and grabbed the ladder with one hand.

The two people were swinging in the air along the ladder without any safety measures. It was terrifying just to watch them.

If Song Churan ran out of strength or let go, Jiang Wanqing would fall directly from a height of a hundred meters and be smashed into a meat patty.

"Crazy! Really crazy!"

Gu Shiche ran up madly, trying to jump up and grab the last part of the ladder, but was stopped by Lu Qi who caught up with him.

"Gu Shiche! You will die if you jump down!"

"I would die without her!"

Gu Shiche's eyes turned red from crying, veins popped out on his forehead, and tears covered his cheeks.

Lu Qi used all his strength to calm him down.

He was restrained tightly and could not move.

Lu Qi bit his lip, looked at the figure swaying on the helicopter, and spoke coldly.

"Give the mouse time to breathe, and then it will reveal its flaws."