Chu Yin froze for a mont.
Hearing soone wanted to deal with her, she was scared, her breath faltering.
Just hesitating for a second, the curator raised his hand and slapped Chu Yin hard on the face.
"Bitch!"
Chu Yin felt the sting of blood in her mouth, half her face was numb, she even felt her eyes were covered in blood.
The curator threw her aside, picked up the phone, and aid to grab Fang Sisi.
Chu Yin ignored the pain and turned over to grab the curator’s leg.
"Sisi! Hurry!"
Fang Sisi, long imprisoned and tad, would think of those tortured days and nights upon seeing the curator’s face.
Her legs went weak, motionless.
Until hearing Chu Yin’s cries, she ca to her senses, braced herself, and ran towards the computer.
The curator moved his leg, but couldn’t budge.
He was furious, directly lifted the other foot and stepped on Chu Yin’s arm.
"Ah!"
Chu Yin cried out in pain.
But she still didn’t let go.
Enduring the pain, she spoke: "Sisi, hurry..."
Fang Sisi dared not delay, eyes red, opened the computer.
Looking at the flashing screen, Fang Sisi’s face was colorless, her hands trembling unable to hold the mouse steadily.
Her eyes filled with tears, she shook her head with force, wanting to deny sothing.
The tallic taste in her mouth made her unable to cry.
"Not , not ..."
"Sisi... Hurry..."
Chu Yin was kicked again by the curator, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Fang Sisi was awakened, tightly gripped the mouse, selected the evidence, and was ready to send it to the account Chu Yin told her.
Seeing Chu Yin couldn’t be shaken off, the curator glared viciously at Fang Sisi.
"Fang Sisi! If you dare send it! The computer will automatically publish those filthy scenes of yours online, from now on, not only you, but your family, everyone will know how you pleased n like a dog."
"No! You forced !"
"Really? We didn’t force you to do anything else!" The curator hinted.
Fang Sisi felt like she was hit with a stick, her hand halted on the send button.
The curator saw through Fang Sisi’s mind.
"Sisi, you should know what to do!"
"No, no..."
Fang Sisi fell into a struggle.
An unknown emotion flashed in her eyes, she pressed down hard.
Exhausted, she collapsed helplessly on the ground.
At this mont, footsteps sounded outside the door.
The curator realized the danger, grabbed Chu Yin quickly, took out a gun from behind and pointed it at her head.
In an instant, Sang Li broke in with his n.
"Don’t move! Or let her die with !" The curator shouted.
Chu Yin was powerless to resist, she could only let the curator hold her.
Her lips red, she looked at the newcors, smacking her lips: "Mr. Sang, you’re too slow."
"Don’t speak."
Chu Yin’s face was as white as paper, her disheveled hair stuck to her blood-red lips, appearing poignantly broken.
Sang Li clenched his fists.
Just as he was about to step forward, a figure rushed into his arms.
"Save ."
Fang Sisi clung to Sang Li’s clothes like a lifeline.
She recognized from the voice that Sang Li was the man who promised to save her.
The long tornt made her unable to endure here for a mont longer, she directly dashed towards Sang Li.
The sudden event instead gave the curator an opportunity, he moved towards the door.
He pressed Chu Yin, retreating step by step out of the office, dragging her all the way to the rooftop.
Sang Li pushed away the person clinging to him, didn’t even look, turned and followed to the rooftop with his n.
The curator was forced to the edge of the rooftop.
He glanced down, besides firefighters, there were police cars.
They were trapped with no escape.
The curator stood on the rooftop in the cold wind, sweating profusely.
He gave Chu Yin a hateful look: "It’s all your fault, all your fault..."
As he spoke, he wished to thrust the gun into Chu Yin’s brain.
Chu Yin was forced to look up, enduring all the fear.
Sang Li noticed her fear and stopped others from approaching.
He softened his voice and advised: "Curator, you can’t escape now, surrendering might lessen your cris."
"Lessen the cris? Mr. Sang, do you believe that yourself?"
"I can help you." Sang Li glanced at Chu Yin, "She is mine, as long as you release her, I can negotiate with you."
Upon hearing, Chu Yin looked at Sang Li in surprise.
Although knowing this was Sang Li’s stalling tactic, she felt inexplicable joy in her heart.
Finished.
She actually developed a love-struck mind at this ti.
She was dood.
A few seconds later, she responded to Sang Li’s gaze.
She regained her senses and began to act weak.
"Curator, where there’s life, there’s hope; dying ans you really have nothing left, so many sins aren’t all your fault, why bear it alone?"
"I’m just an ordinary little star, killing won’t change anything, why bother?"
After listening, the curator was sowhat moved.
He was just a nominal curator, clueless about art.
The true culprits were the Bai Family.
As the curator began to relent, his phone rang in his pocket.
One hand warily poked the gun against Chu Yin’s head, the other answered the call.
Chu Yin was very close, listening to the phone content, her expression turned fearful.
In panic, she saw Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen quietly approaching on the side.
Sang Li also noticed them.
Perhaps driven by a strong will to survive, with just one glance, Chu Yin understood their intent.
Distract the curator.
She directly interrupted the phone voice, scread: "Ah! Hurts so much! My heart hurts! Save !"
"Curator! I beg you save ! I know you didn’t an it, I will help you explain to the police!"
"Curator! I understand you were forced, I will ask Mr. Sang to help you!"
Chu Yin’s voice drowned out the voice on the other end of the phone.
Seems to have angered the other party.
After two seconds of silence, the sound of crying ca.
The curator shook his head and said: "No! No!"
After shouting, he dragged Chu Yin and flipped over the rooftop.
"Ah!"
Chu Yin scread unceasingly.
Luckily, in the curator’s distraction, Sang Li and Gong Chen had already rushed up.
Sang Li grabbed Chu Yin.
Gong Chen grabbed the curator.
The gun in the curator’s hand fell down, lost his only protection, he knew he was dood.
But even so, he still thought of dragging Chu Yin down with him.
He lifted his foot to kick Chu Yin’s injured arm.
Chu Yin’s arm hurt and was weak, her whole body was slipping down.
Sang Li grabbed her tightly: "Don’t let go."
Seeing she could no longer hold on, Chu Yin smiled at Sang Li.
"Mr. Sang, rest assured, alive I am yours, dead I am your ghost! Burn more paper money for , I won’t haunt you."
"Shut up!"
Sang Li, always gentle and elegant, spoke like this to a woman for the first ti.
He gritted his teeth, yet he still couldn’t control her sliding body, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
At this mont, the curator mustered all his strength, charged at Chu Yin.
Chu Yin already closed her eyes, ready to wait for death.
In an instant, a mop struck the curator’s leg.
Lin Zhiyi was lying on the rooftop edge, clutching the mop to obstruct the curator.
Firefighters quickly donned equipnt and jumped off the rooftop to save people.
While saving the curator, he muttered.
"I couldn’t help it, I really couldn’t help it..."
Then, he desperately broke away from Gong Chen.
In re seconds, a heavy sound echoed from below.
Lin Zhiyi froze, before she could see clearly, her eyes were covered by Gong Chen.
"Don’t look."
"He’s dead."
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