Cynthia’s Cat

The hidden monitor captured Cynthia's every move. Miles, who was sitting on the other end of the monitor, had a dangerous smile on his mouth. When he saw Cynthia leaving the human body laboratory, his eyes flashed with a dangerous light. , The slender fingers overlapped each other, and the fingertips tapped rhythmically.

"The disobedient little guy, how can you run around and find something you shouldn't know, things get a little tricky, do you want to kill you?"

The strong Adai who was beside Miles frowned gloomily. The human body laboratory was known to outsiders. Leaking it out would cause a lot of trouble, and the intruder had to be caught.

Yadai bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully: "My lord Miles, do you need additional manpower?"

Miles's voice sounded very relaxed, and his raised lips indicated that he was in a very good mood now, "Adai don't need to be so nervous, the little guy can't escape. No hurry! I haven't had a cat and mouse game yet. Enough appreciation."

Yadai is still a little worried, if the girl in the monitor escapes the building, it will be very detrimental to their company. Lord Miles has already issued an order that no additional manpower is needed. As the adult's right-hand man, Adai can't disobey Lord Miles' order.

After leaving the suffocating human body laboratory, Cynthia's face recovered a little, but she was still very pale. She looked at the dark corridor and thought about how to escape here.

An environment that is too quiet can give people an illusion. Cynthia rubbed her eyes with her hands. She saw black shadows crawling towards her, and when she listened carefully, she could hear the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground.

Only when Sombra was less than five meters away from Cynthia, she saw that it was a man crawling **** the ground. His body was twisted in a strange posture, and his waist was twisted together like a knot. The man's pupils were abnormally convex, and the neck spasm was very obvious. Cynthia frowned disgustingly. What the **** is this! ! !

The rustling voice sounds like a cry for help, "Help...help me!!! I don't want to die... somebody will help me."

For help? Cynthia looked at the man whose body was twisted together with cold eyes, living by the last will? Don’t you think it’s sad?

The man who was in pain on the ground called Girod. He used to be an ordinary office worker. It was already more than 2 am when he returned home from overtime two days ago. He went home as usual, but he heard the girl's call for help. sound.

Girod hesitated for a long time, struggling between saving and not being saved. The girl's voice sounded not very old last year, and should be about the same age as his daughter Hannah. Girod still couldn't bear to leave like this.

Thinking struggling for a while, Gerald roared into the dark alley. "I have already called the police, and leave quickly if you know."

The voice in the alley was quiet for a while, and then there were unbridled whistles, insults continued one after another, and the girl's cries became more desolate, "Help...help me, ah ah ah!!! Get out! Don't... come."

A warning voice came from the dark alley, "Hahahaha!! There are even nosy people who laugh to me so much. If you don't want to die, go quickly, or you will die."

Gilrod hesitated. The voices in the alley sounded different from 3 or 4 people. He was not sure that he would be able to save the girl. Although he had already called the police, it would take at least 10 minutes for the police to arrive at the scene. He couldn't risk this. Risks, his wife and daughter are waiting for him to return home.