At ten o'clock in the morning, Gu Yan was still diligently sitting at the computer desk typing. His eyelids were almost closed, so he ran to the kitchen in the dark with slippers on, poured a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and added three sugar cubes to it.
"Ding dong——" The doorbell rang suddenly in the silence. Gu Yan suddenly thought of the news in the report a few days ago. He was a little flustered but still took out a fruit knife and walked towards the door.
No one could be seen through the peephole, and the lights in the aisles were still on. He just opened a small crack and peeked out. The security door of the property that had been inspected a few days ago was forcefully pushed open from the outside, and then a knife was pressed against Gu Yan's neck.
There was a rush of footsteps down the corridor, and the man in front of him led Gu Yan into the house. The knife was still pressed against his neck, and the force on his hand was even getting worse.
Gu Yan had lived an ordinary life for more than 20 years and had never caused any trouble outside. He just grabbed a lot of ordinary citizens on the street. Now he was so frightened that he was crying.
Hearing the sound of sniffing, the man realized that he had struck too hard. He removed the knife a little and whispered in her ear, "Shh, don't make any sound--"