Master, Your Wife Has Become a Super Star Through Fortune-Telling Chapter 338 - 340: Hiding on the Window

The man’s expression changed. Hearing the police sirens, his actions grew even more frantic.

He was certain the girl must have called the police.

His expression turned crazed. ’Rather than run now and get caught by the cops, I might as well kill this woman too. That way, I won’t be at a loss.’

He was a gambler by nature. His addiction had already made him bold, and he had recently robbed and killed soone.

He’d been a fugitive for a long ti. Lately, he hadn’t dared to gamble, afraid of attracting police attention.

Then, as if suddenly rembering he didn’t have a wife, he had set his sights on this girl.

Now, his killing intent swelled. His eyes were bloodshot, and only one thought remained in his mind: ’Kill her!’

He lifted his foot and kicked the door hard.

The girl hiding on the window ledge trembled all over, terrified.

The man looked thin, but he was actually very strong, especially when fueled by his emotions.

Soon, he had kicked a dent into the cheap security door.

Hiding on the ledge beneath the window, she stared in terror toward the front door.

Even though she couldn’t see anything through the wall, her gaze remained fixed in that direction.

[He must have heard the sirens! It set him off!]

[Hurry up! I don’t think that door is going to hold much longer! Help!]

[The strear said she’d be fine hiding there, so she must be fine!]

[Oh my god, this is so scary to watch! I’m never living alone again!]

Overwheld by such extre fear, the girl couldn’t help but start crying.

She didn’t dare cry too loudly. She just clutched her phone as tears and snot stread down her face.

But she didn’t dare wipe them away. She even tried to control the intensity of her trembling, terrified of attracting the murderer’s attention outside.

At a ti like this, no one would mock her. Everyone watching felt the sa anxiety, their hearts in their throats, afraid the psycho would find her.

Although only three minutes had passed, it felt like she had lived an entire lifeti.

She was just so, so scared.

A re glance to the side was enough to feel the dizzying height of the 25th floor.

And outside the door was that psycho killer, furiously kicking the door, about to break in at any mont.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

One kick, two, three—each one heavier than the last!

It was impossible to tell how many tis he kicked in his frenzy, but soon an explosive crash echoed through the apartnt.

The cheap security door had finally been broken open.

With another hard shove, he pushed the door wide open. The broken security door shrieked on its hinges.

The man was holding a knife. Without a word, he stopped trying to intimidate the girl with his voice.

Instead, he began searching for her, room by room, knife in hand.

[Oh my god, oh my god, he’s in!]

[What’s going to happen? Why aren’t the police here yet? This is killing !]

[Be careful! Don’t make a sound! If he hears you, you’re done for!]

[This is terrifying! I’m going to check my own house right now to make sure there isn’t soone like that hiding here.]

He knew the girl had to be here, probably cowering in so corner.

The police would be here soon. He had to find her and kill her as quickly as possible. ’Even if I only get to stab her once, it’ll be worth it.’

The man licked his lips, revealing teeth stained yellow from smoking. His vicious gaze swept across the room.

But she wasn’t under the bed, in the closet, under the table, or behind the door.

He was going insane. ’When I find that girl, I’m going to stab her again and again, and carve up her face!’

In his rage, he knocked over several things, which only made the girl even more frightened.

"When I find you, I’m going to carve the skin off your face and gut you!"

His voice was low and raspy from heavy smoking.

His threats were both grueso and effective.

The girl curled up into a ball, wanting to scream in terror but not daring to make the slightest sound.

[Oh my god, police, hurry up! I’m so scared!]

[I’m literally crying from fear.]

[This is too imrsive. I feel like he’s in my house right now.]

[It’s true, without the strear here, I don’t feel safe at all.]

[I’m shaking over here. The strear said she’ll be fine, so she has to be fine, right?]

[Yeah, yeah! Strear, please look at her fortune! She’s definitely going to be okay, right?]

Su Nian nodded lightly, her brow, which had been furrowed, now relaxed.

"Don’t worry, she’ll be fine."

anwhile, the man continued his room-by-room search. He pushed open a door, went inside, and after a quick search,

he moved on to the kitchen and living room. She wasn’t there either. Finally, his eyes fell on the bathroom.

[Has he searched everywhere else? Is the bathroom the only place left?!]

[Oh god, help!!!]

[But she’s hiding on the ledge under the window. He shouldn’t be able to find her there, right?]

[I just called the police again! They said they’ll be there any second!!]

[Hang in there! You won’t be found!!]

The man slowly pushed open the bathroom door.

The door let out a piercing CREAK, but the sound didn’t slow the man’s advance in the slightest.

His gaze swept around the bathroom.

The bathroom was tiny and had no bathtub. Even the front-loading washing machine was too small for a person to hide in.

Still, the man walked over and lifted the washing machine lid.

As expected, no one was hiding there.

He gave the cramped bathroom one last scan.

This was why the man had saved the bathroom for last.

He had searched high and low but couldn’t find her. He opened the door again and glanced back at the living room.

The sirens were right outside now, seemingly having stopped downstairs. His expression changed.

"This makes no sense! It’s impossible for her not to be in this apartnt!"

He was frantic. ’Am I really going to get caught empty-handed this ti? I won’t accept this!’

[Oh god, that psycho is still in the bathroom! Get out of there! I’m about to cry from fear!]

[Help , this is way too real! My apartnt layout is so similar to hers!!]

[I’m going to put sothing on my bathroom window ledge right now! If sothing like this ever happens, I’ll hide there too!]

Lost in thought, the man paced back into the bathroom.

He’d checked every possible hiding spot in the other rooms. ’Where the hell did she go?’

His eyes subconsciously drifted toward the window.

’Could she have climbed out? No, that’s impossible. This is the 25th floor!’

The man was short and couldn’t quite reach the window, but his movents were surprisingly nimble.

He stood on his tiptoes, craned his neck, and peered outside.