Chapter 1066: Do you worry about her feelings(4)

She walked straight along the goose egg path, flanked by tall camphor trees and tender green grass. The sun shined through the leaves, and spotted light and shadow were printed on the ground.
When she reached a bifurcated intersection, she chose one at random, but actually walked to a dilapidated small building, which seemed to be vacant for many years, and it looked a bit rundown from the outside.
She was curious, there is still this place in the old house, what is this single small building used for?
She walked two steps forward, looking at the step leading up to it, and she noticed at least half of the mud footprints on the step.
I remembered the heavy rain before, that is to say, there were people here that day.
She stepped up the stairs, first a terrace, and the wooden table and chairs in the middle were already worn out because of the wind and rain.
She walked down the promenade to the front building, probably because there was no one to live. Some were gloomy, and it was obviously six-volt weather. She couldn't help but shudder.
When she came to a separate room, she paused at her feet, and the door was locked from the outside. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, she turned to leave, but heard something inside.
After listening carefully, there was indeed a voice in it. She was suspicious, and the ghost said that she did not believe it, let alone the day.
She swept around and saw the withered bonsai on the window sill. She moved the flower pot and smashed it the door lock.
With a "click", the flower pot shattered and fell to the ground.
She took off the broken door lock, took a deep breath, and pushed the door in.
The light inside was so dark that she couldn't see at all. When she came out, she didn't bring her cell phone with her, and she could only walk forward.
She felt that someone was passing by, and before she even asked who it was, someone rushed forward and grabbed her by the neck.
She stepped back a few steps, her waist hit the table, and the unknown person was so powerful that she seemed to strangle her to get rid of her hatred.
She grabbed the man's hand around the neck and distinguished it by size and smoothness. She was a woman, and she was a woman of good standing.
Her throat was so pinched that she couldn't say a word, her cheeks flushed and her breathing was difficult.
There were steady footsteps outside, followed by a low voice from the man: "Yuyou?"
I don't know if it was her illusion. The woman who pinched her heard the sound, her hand shook, and she increased her strength the next second.
Shen Youran struggled to push her away, rushing out of the room in a panicked footstep and slammed into the arms of Ji Jinchuan who came to her.
Ji Jinchuan wrapped her waist: "What's wrong?"
Shen Youran panted over her chest, the color was extremely ugly, and said intermittently: "Inside...someone..."
Ji Jinchuan twitched his brow, took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, stepped into the house, Shen Youran grabbed his sleeve, Ji Jinchuan turned back and said: "You are waiting outside."
Shen Youran shook her head and followed in, feeling that her hand was shaking uncontrollably, and Ji Jinchuan held it silently.
Although the light of the mobile phone is not bright enough, it is better than before. The furnishings in the room are very simple. There is only a table and bed with a drinking glass on the table. It looks like someone lives, but who will live in such a tattered local?
Ji Jinchuan glanced at the corner as if there was a figure in the corner, and sneered: "Who is where?"
No one answered.
He followed the phone and walked slowly. Shen Youran followed behind him and saw the person curled up in the corner. Ji Jinchuan froze: "Ya Qing?"
Fang Yaqing shrunk in the corner, his hair disheveled, trembling with his eyes closed like a great panic.