Chapter 453 power outage, darkness, ink depth, come (2)

The person in the property said that the person who has had emergency repairs has passed, and it is expected that it will be repaired within an hour.

Since it can be repaired within an hour, the warm season was originally intended to be repaired and then went upstairs.

But now it’s eleven o'clock in the evening, there are no ones in the air, and her mobile phone is only less than 10% of the electricity, which is not enough to support an hour.

The floor she lives on is the fifteenth floor. It is not impossible to climb the stairs, but it is estimated that it will be so tired that the legs are awkward.

Standing in the same place to weigh the pros and cons for a while, the warm season is still to open the mobile phone tube on the phone, through this light and the last few percent of electricity, directly into the escalator passage of the elevator.

Fortunately, she is not wearing high heels today. When she climbed up to the eighth floor, she stood in a hurry and gasped for a while, but this high-frequency climbing stairs must not stop to rest. It would only be impossible to climb for a while. She leaned on the handrail and panted for a long time before she lifted her heavy footsteps and continued to move up.

On the thirteenth floor, the warmth of the season felt that his chest was almost blown up, and he felt that he might climb up to two layers and might die.

I bite my teeth and finally reached the fifteenth floor. It was really tired when my legs were shaking, and I was so swaying that I felt black and walked to the door of my apartment.

The electricity on the mobile phone was already exhausted after the tenth floor, because the power consumption of the mobile phone battery was exhausted. Later, she touched the black layer and walked up.

There is no electricity now, the fingerprint lock and the room card are useless. She puts the phone into the bag, then turns the hand back and forth in the bag for a long time, then finds the door key from the mezzanine that is not frequently flipped in the bag. After the key is removed I was about to open the door, but suddenly I felt like I smelled a touch of smoke.

The hand she held on the key was in a dark, instinctive look to the side of the escalator corridor, only to see a little red spark on the fingertips of a person, it was actually in the middle of the night. Smoking here.

It’s too dark here, I can’t see anything, I can only see a man of tall and tall man’s London, and see the man’s step at the escalator between the fifteenth and sixteenth floors, step by step toward her. Come down.

In the warmth of the season, the key is pinched, and nothing can be seen clearly in the darkness. But for so many years of domestic robbery or murder, I have never heard of it. So late, so dark, if she opens the door, she will give it to her own family. Recruit thieves.

But this elevator can't run now without electricity. The corridor is also black. This apartment is a single-family apartment. There is only one household on each floor. There are no neighbors and people who exist at the door. If she is here, What is estimated is that it is not working every day.

"Who?" The season has been cold and hard, and he has said that he is not a good person.

The other party’s “thief daring” did not mean anything that she had given her. She even heard him smile like a smile, a very light smile from the chest.

She pinched the key in her hand and thought about it. She was asking him what purpose he had. If he was seeking for money, she could give him some money. After all, it’s important to keep his life. This is a fool, and the police don’t call the police. I have to wait until I have saved my life.

But before she even spoke, she only saw the man throwing the smoke on the ground, and a little starfire was trampled by him. The sound of a "squeaky" sound in the empty and quiet escalator passage made people tremble.

The warm season is still a moment to doubt whether the other party is a neighbor who has forgotten the key, or who is thinking about whether he should ask him whether he is robbing money or not, so as not to misunderstand.

As a result, the man's figure was approaching in an instant, and she was directly pressed to the door when she was screaming and shouting.

"What are you doing... oh..."

The moment the body was imprisoned on the door panel, the sound of the exit did not give much movement and power, and it was suddenly sealed by a man with a kiss. The smell of tobacco in the clear taste immediately swept her.

The season warmed up in the brain, just climbed the fifteenth floor, and now the whole person has not slowed down.

The taste of the man is too familiar, so that the season warmth that has been desperately trying to resist is gradually quieting down, and she is unable to lean on the door.

Just too flustered, she still can't tell who the man is, but even if it is affected by the smell of smoke, it can be such a kiss, such a feeling, all of them are familiar.

The warmth of the season was kissed in front of the eyes, until the man finally let go of her, but with her forehead against her forehead, like a repressed and restrained, relying on her slowly breathing.

The cheeks seem to have been soaked in the coolness of the air in the dark corridor.

I can finally breathe.

The season warmed a deep breath, and gradually tightened the hand that had been weak on the door panel into a fist. The voice was low and dumb and the mouth was cool: "Mr. What do you mean by this?"

(End of this chapter)