Chapter 861: Caught the murderer (2)

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"Sorry, it is not convenient for us to accept private interviews."
Harlan came out to cover, and guarded Sang Xia, and called the security guard to take the female reporter away.
Sang Xia's head seemed to be getting more and more dizzy at the time, and it seemed that she was about to lose her feet. Harlan held Sang Xia's arm with one hand.
When the female reporter saw Harlan and Sang Xia "behave intimately", when they were dragged away, she didn't forget to take a few shots, and her eyes flashed coldly.
There are many people in this backstage, including their members, and some staff.
Someone saw that Sang Xia was unwell and came to care. Sang Xia said weakly, "...It's okay, maybe it's a little tired, a little low blood sugar, I can just go to the lounge for a while, and Rong Zhan will come to pick me up soon. "
Upon seeing this, a voice next to her volunteered, "I will send her over."
After that person's voice was finished, Sang Xia was supported and walked in the direction of the lounge.
It's just that Sang Xia walked, and when she looked up, she found that the location of the lounge seemed to have passed. She immediately looked up, and saw the tall and thin man dragging her arm and walking to other rooms.
She raised her head suddenly, but he didn't know when he wore a baseball cap, lowered the brim, and his clothes were just ordinary overcoats. From the beginning to the end, except for his face, he seemed to have changed the same. Sang Xia couldn't make out his face, and she was short of breath. Get up, "You, who are you!"
She wanted to struggle, but her mouth was covered.
Drag her into a concealed (more ng) dressing room, and put it to her ears. His voice was hoarse, exactly the same as the voice of the person who had imprisoned him at the time, "Who am I, didn't you say do you know……?"
It's him!
Sang Xia was covered with her mouth and made an awkward sound. He was quickly dragged into a (more ng) dressing room and locked her body.
As if Sang Xia fell softly to the ground, he began to quickly find a rope and a bag.
"Why, why, you must do this..."
"...I just want to lock you up and let me admire it by myself. I will play the piano for you, and I will sing to you... You are so beautiful, Sang... I just want to take your beauty for myself."
He said hoarsely, and then a sly smile appeared, "...you will belong to me."
At the end of the conversation, he suddenly went to open the door of the clothes cabinet in the dressing room to take out the things he had hidden.
Of course, when he opened the door of the dressing room, he didn't know what he saw, and his body suddenly froze...
Sang Xia, who was paralyzed on the ground, stood up slowly at this moment, holding a gun in her hand, looking at the man in the hat with disappointment and complicated eyes.
In the next second, she spoke, but unlike her previous weakness, she was somewhat indifferent.
"Then I think if you want to catch me again, you can still need a third or fourth time..."
At this time, she seemed to have nothing, no dizziness or unconsciousness.
And just in the (more ng) wardrobe cabinet he opened, the same dark hole faced him.
The man in the hat stepped back unconsciously.
A black (colored) bag was kicked out of the cabinet, and a slender black (colored) figure came out of the (more ng) dressing room, with a delicate and evil face, black pressed, and the eyebrows pierced. Surge of storm.
With a few bangs, several other closets were kicked open. Several agents took guns and pointed them at him—