chapter 6

Excessive panic caused Seika Matsumoto to be unable to make a sound. She gritted her teeth and pressed the table with both hands, trying to make a sound that would startle others, and even more wanted to stand up and rush out the door. But everything was in vain, her body was slumped in the chair, and the strength of her hands could not sweep the dinner plate off the table.

Her eyes darkened for a while, and before the coma disappeared, she saw him sitting there looking at her quietly, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were indifferent.

After an unknown amount of time, Seika Matsumoto woke up from the darkness. An exaggeratedly large chandelier and numerous crystal pendants caught her eyes, reflecting the dazzling light.

"Awake?" he asked.

She struggled to get up, and instinctively flinched away from the sound. The room was very big, and Hikaru Ogata was sitting on a sofa in the distance watching her, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, with a pleasant smile, "Mr. He, your physical fitness is very good, and you woke up earlier than I expected. Half an hour."

Seika Matsumoto not only has good physical fitness, but she also has superhuman psychological quality, otherwise she would not have survived the incident four years ago. Fear made her panic and confused, but reason urged her to calm down as soon as possible. She closed her eyes forcefully, and when she opened them again, she accepted the current situation, and asked tremblingly, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Hikaru Ogata let out a soft sneer, mocking: "How could the smart and resolute Mr. He ask such a stupid question?"

This question was indeed stupid, and it fully exposed her panic at this time. There are no ghosts in this world, and Kim Song can't come back from the dead, so the only possibility is that he didn't die at all. He didn't die, he came to seek her revenge!

The once nightmare became reality, and the devil she deeply feared was right in front of her.

It seemed as if he was back to the scene four years ago. He sat there and looked at her coldly, his indifferent eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he said, "Be clean, don't leave any trouble."

No! This is even worse than four years ago, he is like a ghost crawling out of hell, coming here for revenge. Tears flowed down uncontrollably, and her body was shaking uncontrollably, but she was not a woman who only knew how to cry and beg, she stared at him, her voice was still trembling, but her heart gradually became firmer, "Do you want What? Kill me?"

"Kill you?" He chuckled, shaking his head slowly, "If I want to kill you, why bother?"

Since it is not to kill her, then to torture her, crying and begging will never work, but will make it worse. She was suppressing her fear, thinking quickly in her mind, trying another way to survive. "Kim Song, how about we all calm down and talk rationally?"

He squinted his eyes slightly to look at her, completely different from his performance four years ago, this woman can surprise people every time. "What?" he asked with great interest, "Say I should let you go, and you will never go to the police, and we both should forget about the past and start living again?"

She really wanted to say this at first, Seika Matsumoto pursed her lips and said instead: "No, I'm just curious, how did you escape from prison?"

Feeling a little surprised, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Mr. He, you really surprised me many times, which made me more sure that our next game will be more interesting."

Seika Matsumoto couldn't figure out his thoughts, so she could only deal with it carefully: "What game?"

He sat on the sofa, with his two slender legs crossed together, his posture was relaxed and lazy, "Taming a lady with a clean family background into a dissolute and lowly woman."

She shivered uncontrollably.

This reaction pleased him, and he slowly raised the corners of his lips, "Mr. He, you have a clean background, a good education, and a respectable profession. Such a glamorous person, but is bit by bit Soiled until it's filthy. Wouldn't that be fun, you say?"

This is the most despicable malice, the dirtiest revenge in the world.

There was a light knock on the door, and three or four men filed in from outside, and some of them were holding cameras. Sensing the danger, Seika Matsumoto rolled down from the wide bed and continued to shrink back until her back touched the cold wall.

Hikaru Ogata got up and walked over, stopped not far from her, threw a knife in front of her, "Take it, let me see how you killed someone."

It was a paring knife, short and sharp, just like the one she had used four years ago.

A thin man stepped forward, grabbed her and dragged her to the bed. Struggling desperately, she grabbed the knife on the ground, but before the knife hit the man, her wrist was grabbed. Fingers like iron pincers gripped her wrist, and when she effortlessly pulled it out, the knife fell to the ground with a clang.

The fists came down, her head was knocked on one side, her ears were ringing, everything was shaking, big and small. In her blurred vision, she saw the man holding the camera, the onlookers standing silently by the side, and Hikaru Ogata who was sitting on the sofa watching her.

She stopped struggling and slowly closed her eyes.

Hikaru Ogata leaned lazily on the sofa, and his tone was the same as before, "Is this the only thing you can do? It's so boring, let's change it."

The thin man climbed down from the bed, but two other men surrounded her, held her limbs, and forcibly injected an injection into her body. As if falling into hell, she whimpered desperately and struggled frantically again, "You killed me, Kim Song, you killed me!"

He showed an indifferent expression, and shook his head slightly: "No, I've said it before, I won't kill you."

The medicine effect of the injection took effect very quickly, the mind gradually dissipated, the body was controlled by the medicine, and only the physiological instinct remained. This scene was even more unbearable than before, the air was full of obscenity, and the heavy breathing was mixed with a voice that made people blush...

In the whole room, Hikaru Ogata seemed to be the only one who could not change his face, and his mind was as calm as water. He glanced at the person beside him who was about to move, and said lightly: "A Anji, this woman is untouchable, it is unlucky."

A Anji put his hands together to cover his body's reaction, and explained with some embarrassment: "I, I didn't want to touch her."

He quickly glanced at the bed, bent down, and asked Hikaru Ogata carefully: "Mr. Fu, when will this filming last? This person is a professional I specially invited back from the Peninsula. As long as he doesn't stop, he can keep doing it. "

Hikaru Ogata glanced at the time with his wrist raised, and said indifferently: "Stop, edit the video, and let's see how it works."

The professional videographer’s shooting results are naturally excellent, whether it is the fierce struggle before or the confusion behind, when the image is projected on the large screen in the audio-visual room, the detailed close-up and full surround stereo sound, the picture even It's more embarrassing than it looks on the spot.

Seika Matsumoto was wrapped in a bathrobe, sunk deep in the large sofa, her lips were trembling uncontrollably, she clearly told herself not to cry, but the tears kept flowing down. Hikaru Ogata was sitting not far away, turning his head to look at her with a half-smile, "I can't tell, but you are very photogenic."

"Really? Thank you." She responded slowly, her voice hoarse and rough, like tearing silk.

Hikaru Ogata was a little surprised, looked at her, and asked, "Will you call the police when you go back?"

"You are holding this thing, how dare I go to the police?" She almost guessed his next plan, with difficulty curling the corners of her lips, trying to smile contemptuously, but the tears flowed more fiercely.

He smiled nonchalantly, and said, "I knew Teacher He was a smart woman. Since that's the case, let's set the rules of the game now. It's very simple. You have to be there whenever you want, how about it?"

live! Get out of here alive! A voice roared in her mind, Seika Matsumoto shook her lips, took a deep breath, and asked in cooperation with him: "Are you still here to take pictures of these things?"

"Probably not." He answered easily, turned his head to think for a moment, and said, "Frankly speaking, it takes time and effort to shoot this thing, and I don't have the idea of ​​making you an AV actress for the time being. Maybe I will call you in the future." Help me to accompany the guests, someone may like your type."

She closed her eyes and wept silently, no longer speaking.

Hikaru Ogata called the strong man Anji in and said, "It's getting late, take Teacher He home."

He actually wanted to let her go! Seika Matsumoto was nervous and excited, afraid that her eyes would reveal her inner emotions, so she hurriedly lowered her eyelids to cover her sight. She didn't even dare to show her eagerness, she struggled to get up while leaning on the sofa, her movements were slow. A Anji was impatient to wait for her, so he reached out and lifted her from the sofa, and dragged her out.

Hikaru Ogata called her suddenly, "Teacher He."

She stopped and waited in fear, lest he suddenly change his attention again. He didn't want to but just smiled, and said lightly: "Don't call the police, or you will regret it."

This sounded like a warning, but there seemed to be something else hidden in it. Before she could think about it, Anji had already covered her mouth and nose with a towel soaked in medicine.

When she woke up again, Seika Matsumoto was already at her home, as if she had woken up countless mornings in the past. She was covered with a thin quilt, and the clothes she had taken off were placed on the chair beside the bed. The habit of placing it in the space next to the bed.

The sky outside the window was bright, and it was at least nine or ten o'clock in the daylight.

She slowly closed her eyes and then slowly opened them again, telling herself over and over again that everything last night was just a nightmare, but the discomfort in her body told her cruelly that it was not a dream. She covered her head with the quilt and wept bitterly. She reached out her hand and touched the phone from the bed. There was a missed call from Furkan, and there was a message: Yanyan, don't throw away the phone in the future, and no one calls. catch. Also, go to bed early and don't stay up late.

The time showed that it was half past ten last night, and she was in the hands of that devil at that time.

Seika Matsumoto called Furkan with trembling hands, but the phone kept ringing with a busy tone. After a moment of daze, she suddenly sat up from the bed, ignoring the pain in her body, pulled her clothes and put them on quickly.

The car was parked in the parking space next to the corridor, and in the distance, three or two aunts were playing in the community garden with their children. Seika Matsumoto took a deep breath and tried her best to appear calm. She drove the car out of the community, kept looking at the car through the rearview mirror, and made sure no one was following her, so she turned the car to the police station resolutely.

"What did you say?" The staff in front of her looked surprised and asked her, "Don't worry, please calm down and speak slowly."

Seika Matsumoto couldn't calm herself down at all. Since she entered here, she had lost her previous calmness and rationality. "Kim Song is not dead. His name is Hikaru Ogata now. Go and catch him, go and catch him!"

The staff seemed even more confused, "Who is Kim Song? Who is Hikaru Ogata?"

Her mouth was half-opened, and for a moment she didn't know how to make things clear. "Officer Kane! I want to find Officer Kogoro Kane!" She yelled loudly, as if she had finally caught a life-saving straw, "He knows what's going on!"

The staff member had a strange expression. He looked at Seika Matsumoto, seemed to hesitate, and said, "Officer Kogoro Kane had a car accident a few days ago and has passed away. The bureau just held a memorial service for him yesterday."

Seika Matsumoto froze all of a sudden, suspecting that she had heard it wrong, "What did you say?"

The staff looked at her with some sympathy, got up and poured her a cup of hot water, and comforted her: "Ms. He, don't worry, tell me slowly if you have anything to do, even if Officer Kane is gone, we will help you .”

No, no one can help her!

First, her parents suddenly won a travel award and went on a trip, and then Furkan went abroad for training in a foreign country. She was isolated and helpless. Even the Officer Kane who thought she could ask for help died in a car accident a few days ago. Are these just coincidences? How could it be such a coincidence?

She remained silent for a while, and the staff couldn't help asking: "Ms. He, are you okay?"

Seika Matsumoto raised her head and stared blankly at the young policeman in front of her. The words Hikaru Ogata said suddenly sounded in her mind. He said, "Don't call the police, or you will regret it."