Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 83 Housebreaking

Now I am alone and weak. If the other person is a ghost, I can still pretend not to see it and escape the disaster. But if he is a perverted scumbag who preys on single girls, wouldn't it be a big mess for me?

I'm going to die, what should I do?
I tried hard to calm down the chaotic aura caused by fear, and my eyes worked quietly in the darkness.

He was rummaging through my closet, and I burst into tears. Not to mention that I didn’t have money and jewelry hidden in my closet, even the clothes were worthless.

But who knows, my mother is very strict about money management, and I am a "second generation rich man from a small local tycoon village" living a civilian life. How do those unreasonable thieves know who they are looking at if they don't keep an eye on me?
If I had known better, I would have put some money or gold in the closet, so that thieves would not be interested in me without being able to steal anything.

Sure enough, there was nothing he was looking for in the closet. He started wandering around the room, and then walked towards me. I was so nervous that I held my breath, and my heartbeat was so frightened that it was like thousands of galloping horses. This kind of fatal danger was so dangerous. Are you in front of me, but you don’t know when you will die?This feeling was almost like Ling Chi, scarier than seeing a ghost.

In the darkness, I could vaguely see that he looked like a man, dressed in black and wearing a peaked cap on his head. The brim of the hat was pulled down so low that his face could not be seen.

He tiptoed to my bed. I felt the air was a little thin. What was he doing?Isn't it true that the purpose of robbing wealth is to robbing sex?

what do I do?If I jump up and run away now, will he silence me?
I moved my right hand slowly, trying to touch the phone next to the pillow, but unexpectedly his hand stretched out first, making me froze in fright.

Then, I felt his hand reach under my pillow and touch it.

There was nothing under the pillow, so he was working in vain. Then he stood there and looked at me blankly, as if he was making some decision.

I had already started to move my body towards the bed. I wanted to seize the opportunity to run out, but unfortunately I didn't move a few inches before he "stopped me".

He suddenly jumped up, pressed down with his whole body, put a cold sharp weapon against my neck, covered my mouth tightly with his other hand, and threatened in a strange voice: "If you dare to scream, I will be killed." Kill your mother." He seemed to be deliberately suppressing his voice, as if he was afraid that I would hear who he was.

Mom is next door and I can't put the person I love most in danger.

This was the thing I was most afraid of. He successfully caught my weakness and I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Tell me, where is the gold necklace?" he asked.

It was indeed a home invasion, but I had nothing else except the ruby ​​gold necklace I just borrowed.The ruby ​​gold necklace hangs around my neck, but its price is enough to earn me a year's salary. How can I be willing to give it to him?
Seeing my hesitation, he pressed the sharp knife harder against my neck and said impatiently: "Damn, are you deaf? Don't you want to live anymore? Take it out quickly."

"No, no, no, no. I want to live, especially want to live, and I will give it to you." I hurriedly took off the ruby ​​necklace around my neck. No matter how precious the necklace was, it was not as precious as my life.

He took the ruby ​​necklace and looked at it. He suddenly became angry, threw the necklace to the ground, and cursed: "You dare to play tricks on me? Are you fooling me with a fake one? If you don't give me the real one, I will rape you and then kill you." about you."

When I heard it, I was horrified, "It's real gold! I only have this one."

"Stop pretending to me, that's not the case." He pinched my neck and said viciously.

The neck was strangled and it was extremely uncomfortable. Wasn't it robbery?Why do you still have to choose a style?

(End of this chapter)