What are you doing? "

Sister Ling's vigilant voice rang again.

It's just that this time it was a girl with a clear voice: "Hello, we are looking for Yang Qiulu, is she at home now?"

"Not here!"

What Sister Ling replied was the usual words for a few days, because they could not be allowed to come in and find Yang Qiulu. There were also reporters who were fishing in troubled waters. Those reporters who did not verify facts and published things in the newspaper were the biggest blow to Yang Qiulu .

"We know that Yang Qiulu is here."

The crisp female voice is not discouraged: "Don't worry, we are not here to trouble Yang Qiulu, we know the truth, and are here to help her."

Sister Ling: "We don't have a name called Yang Qiulu here."

The reporters who said these words may be the reporters who fished in troubled waters or some people who did the live broadcast, deliberately using some confusing words to let them in, it was very miserable.

Sister Ling was wearing old clothes and her face was a little pale, mainly because she was very thin and skinny. She looked like she was malnourished, but she was full of momentum.

Now smoking a cigarette, looking at the two girls in front of him with white eyes.

One of them seemed to be immortal, but looked around indifferently, and didn't speak, the other looked good, looked at the temperament sunshine, and she was the one who spoke.

Meng Chengyu glanced at Qiao Jin, and it was obvious that Sister Ling didn't say anything to her a little embarrassed.

They were too embarrassed to break in directly.

Qiao Jin glanced, his eyes penetrated Sister Ling's body to the back of the door, "She is inside."

The house Yang Qiulu lives in belongs to Sister Ling. The layout of her house is a corridor outside, and there is a room next to it. She lives in the innermost one, and you must pass Sister Ling to enter.

So Sister Ling is here to help her stop people.

Qiao Jin took a look, his eyes suddenly condensed: "If you don't let us in, she will commit suicide."

The words made Ling sister tremble her wrist, "What did you say?"

The soot was shaken off, and she subconsciously turned around and glanced at the closed door.

Somehow, there was an ominous premonition.

Just looking at Qiao Jin and Meng Chengyu, they were still a little wary: "You are not allowed to come in!"

You still have to sell things in this room, so the door cannot be closed. Sister Ling walked in first and knocked on Yang Qiulu's door.

Yang Qiulu didn't open it. Sister Ling felt that something was wrong, so she hurriedly found the key and opened the door in a hurry.

When I saw it, I almost screamed out of my soul: "What are you doing, you dead girl?!"

She flew over, regardless of Qiao Jin and Meng Chengyu being outside.

When they heard the sound, they naturally broke in directly.

When I entered, I saw Sister Ling holding Yang Qiulu. Yang Qiulu actually tied the rope to the lamp above her head in the room. Not to mention that the lamp didn't fall off, but Yang Qiulu wanted to hang herself.

But she hadn't put her neck in, she didn't have so much courage.

Now she was pushed down from the stool by Sister Ling, and she immediately cried: "Sister Ling, I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I really...I can't hold on anymore! I'm sorry!"

Her cheeks are withered and yellow, and the years of work make her look like a girl of twenty-five years old, but rather like a girl of thirty years old. Her whole body is full of haggard, her eyes are severely sunken, and dark circles are even more obvious. .

Meng Chengyu's heart shrank as he watched.

However, it began to beat violently again.