Chapter 1809: Break in

The sudden knock on the door caused Ouyang Zicao’s heartbeat to miss a beat. He slowly turned around and asked in surprise: "Who... who is it?"
If it were normal, he would not be so nervous. But after receiving the death notice, he was in danger every minute and every second, and his nerves were naturally tense.
No one answered him outside the door, but the sound of knocking on the door continued.
Ouyang Zicao tried his best to lighten his pace and walked to the door of the room. Looking out through the cat's eyes, there was nothing.
The hallway was empty, but the knock on the door continued, and the sound gradually became louder and louder.
Dust keeps falling from his door frame, as if someone outside is hitting the door.
Such a situation makes Ouyang Zicao more frightened. If someone is really there, it is a good thing for him.
At least he can be let out of the room, but now no one can see, but he can still hear the knock on the door, which has to make him panic.
"In the end... who is it?"
Although he couldn't see anyone, he asked again.
"Boom!"
Suddenly the door was knocked open, Ouyang Zicao was not noticed by the door leaf, screamed, and stepped back several times.
Rubbing his bruised forehead, Ouyang Zicao looked nervously at the empty corridor. Although he didn't think anything would rush in at this time, he still instinctively sensed the danger.
A cold wind blew past, raising the bangs of Ouyang Zicao. Ouyang Zicao, who didn't wear much, couldn't help but shudder, and her eyes were a little flustered.
This wind is really weird. They even have very small windows in this corridor, plus this time, the small window must have been closed, how could there be such a gust of wind coming for no reason? .
Can't figure out what the situation is, and Ouyang Zicao didn't dare to rush out easily, but anyway, the door opened, it was really a very good thing for him.
At least he can stay in this room now, so he naturally has more options. But after all, his current situation is still very dangerous.
Just when Ouyang Zicao hesitated whether he would rush out, the window behind him made a loud noise again, and Ouyang Zicao looked back subconsciously.
Suddenly he was so scared that he flew out of the sky. He hadn’t seen anything clearly before. At this time, he could already see the roughness. He finally knew why the dents appeared on his anti-theft window.
A head with long flowing hair was leaning on the anti-theft window bar at the moment, and it seemed that it was still squeezing in.
Because the long hair of the skull blocked his face, Ouyang Zicao couldn't clearly see the appearance of the skull, but he was sure that he must not have seen any part below the neck of the skull.
The light of the mobile phone is too weak, and Ouyang Zicao still cannot see clearly. But just these are enough.
At least at this time, Ouyang Zicao rushed out desperately.
The head looked squeezed in. If he didn't want to stay in the room and wait to die, this was his only choice.
As soon as he rushed into the corridor, he heard a "bang" and was very loud, breaking the silent night.
Although Ouyang Zicao did not look back, he knew that this was the sound of the anti-theft window in his room.
Ouyang Zicao, who was running in the hallway, was a little lucky at this time that he was moving fast enough. If not, he might have been bitten by his head to his neck now.
Of course, these are all things that he thinks is right.
Down the stairs along the corridor, Ouyang Zicao dared not delay for a little while and rushed out of this dilapidated building directly. Fortunately, the floor where he lives is not high, it is only on the fourth floor.
Otherwise, just going downstairs will make his body, which has not been exercised for a long time, unbearable.
There was no one on the streets at night, but this is not a strange thing. For insurance purposes, the place Ouyang Zicao rented was originally a suburb, with factories nearby and no entertainment venues. No one was normal at this time.
After running for a while, Ouyang Zicao glanced back and found that there was nothing behind him. This relieved him slightly and slowly reduced his speed.
His body is really unbearable, otherwise, he is really not willing to slow down now. Even if there is nothing to chase behind, Ouyang Zicao knows he is still being tried.
His every move was still exposed to the death judge, and he didn't come at all.
Then Ouyang Zicao looked down at his mobile phone and found that there was still no signal at all, and he was a little sad.
In order to avoid accidents, I rented in the suburbs. It's a good choice to be clean. But now it is different. There is no ghost shadow around here, and his cell phone has no signal.
There is not even a car now. If you really lean on his two legs, even if it is dawn, you may not be able to walk to the airport.
In the mind of Ouyang Zicao, the only way to run now is to take a plane and go to a place as far away as possible.
Although I don’t know if I have a chance to run, it is better than staying here to sit and die.
It's just that even if he walks into the city now, he doesn't know when he can run into a taxi. Under such circumstances, what to do becomes a very troublesome thing.
Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Zicao's eyes were somewhat bleak, he always thought that if he was more careful, the police would definitely not find him.
It's better now that the police didn't find themselves, but the death judge first found himself. This is not a good thing, and it is really too tragic for him.
Ouyang Zicao lost his soul and stumbled. Every step you step on is like stepping on your own heart, very heavy.
"Prick!"
Suddenly, the harsh sound of rubbing caused Ouyang Zi to cover her ears, and the friction between the tire and the ground exuded a rubber smell, which was very unpleasant.
Ouyang Zicao took a step back, with a lingering fear of watching his bike almost hit his motorcycle, and immediately shouted angrily at the rider: "Are you sick..."
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