Chapter 162： She is crazy (1/2)
There was a moment of nervous whispering inside: ”Who is it?”
An Rushuang slowly said: ”The wine delivery.”
The man inside was relieved, and after seeing no one left or right, he quickly opened the door and looked at An Rushuang, ”Go in, don't delay.”
An Rushuang whispered: ”Yes.”
With that said, she walked forward and wiped herself out of date, and a small purse fell from her, making a jingling sound.
The officer was full of joy and looked around, and quickly picked up the purse and hid it in his arms.
And An Rushuang has been here once, and this time, she still couldn't help but shudder--it was too cold inside, it was different from Luoqu's room, it was cold there
It's cold and cold, the forest coldness that penetrates into the bones.
She walked inside very quickly, and she kept walking, wearing a large black cloak, and seemed to be a fluttering ghost in the place where she cried all over the place.
It didn't take long for her to feel like she had come to an end, but she hadn't seen Sister Xiang and the 'Yan Wang Tie', and frowned slightly.
Suddenly, her feet were grasped by both hands. This hand looked very slender—in fact, it could be described as thin as wood. It was covered with blood that had never dried up. It looked like
Ghost claws found in prison.
”Save me! Save me! I am wrong!”
She growled, as if she was about to use all her strength.
An Rushuang frowned, looking at the man, she didn't move, just looked at her stunned-this woman, she is the sister Xiang.
She was still calling for help, and looked at An Rushuang in an instant, as if she did not know her.
However, for a few days, Sister Xiang's hair was messy and her clothes were untidy, revealing a white breast, but she didn't seem to notice it.
An Rushuang bent down slowly, and put the huge food box in front of himself, afraid to talk: ”Sister Hong?”
Sister Xiang tilted her head and looked at her, but giggled again.
”How could that be?” An Rushuang looked at her frantically, muttering in her mouth.
”Bring over the labor and wine, don't bother with that crazy woman!” A rough, hoarse male voice rang out aside, accompanied by the sound of the iron chain,
In the jail, clearly distinct.
An Rushuang slowly stood up, and for a time only felt that the steps were so heavy.
Yan Tie was very happy when she saw her. Haha laughed twice and complained: ”Your little girl is too inked. Labour and capital are just drinking wine, they can be inked for so long!”
He stared at the big food box in An Rushuang's hand, waiting for the girl to serve the wine!
But An Rushuang walked to the front of the cell, but it seemed like a piece of wood and could not move.
After a short while, Yan Tie found the girl's voice in the vaguely groaning cry of the prisoners, like a mosquito, deep.
”You mean, she's crazy?”
An Rushuang almost sank to the bottom of the valley. She didn't want to look at Sister Xiang and didn't dare to see it.
How can a living person lose his human appearance and become a lunatic in just two days?
Yan Tie glanced at the cell next to him, as if he could see the woman madly asking for help through the thick wall, and then he nodded, indifferently.
”It's crazy, not crazy!”
Sister Xiang is still shouting, ”Save me! Save me ...”
Her shout echoed in this cell. Indeed, she was crazy, because no prisoner would sizzle for help like this.