Not knowing if Xu Jian would come back to his senses, Qu Sen didn't dare to delay at all. He tried to move his feet a few times, and then exerted strength from his waist to move his body to the left side of the pillar.
His body moved a little bit, and his feet moved a little bit in the direction his body moved. Enduring the pain of his wrists and ankles being strangled, he managed to lean his body to the edge of the pillar.
But the space to move was too small. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't cross the right angle of the pillar and move his body to the diagonal line of the pillar.
Qu Sen tried several times, but still couldn't do it. He could only twist his body, trying to jam his hands that were tied together to the edge of the pillar.
But he didn't know if it was because he was bleeding too much, Qu Sen's right shoulder couldn't exert any strength at all. He could only rely on the strength of his left arm to pull his right arm.
After a few tugs, Qu Sen felt that his left wrist was stuck to the edge of the pillar, but his right arm was just a little bit away.
In a hurry, Qu Sen tried to twist his body to the right. After twisting several times, Qu Sen's left wrist was abraded with burning pain. But there seemed to be a break point on the pain, and he couldn't feel any pain or friction at the break point.
"Damn it, stupid brain!" Qu Sen reacted for a moment and then realized that he could already rub the nylon band on his wrist if he maintained his current position.
But it wasn't rubbing between his hands, but the part that was wrapped around his left wrist.
The nylon band was wrapped in his flesh and dragged up and down the edge of the pillar, so it would definitely rub his skin and flesh first. But when it was a matter of life and death, how could he care so much?
Qu Sen gritted his teeth and exerted strength on his left shoulder, quickly driving his wrist back and forth to rub the edge of the pillar.
His left wrist was in so much pain that it could be said to be heart-wrenching. Qu Sen resisted the pain and kept moving, secretly cursing those people who made movies and TV series.
Damn it, in their world, a rope as thick as a thumb could be broken in a few strokes, but in reality, a nylon tie as thick as potato shreds could be broken in at least a hundred strokes.
Qu Sen's heart was anxious. His two hands began to twist with force, trying to see if he could directly break the bandage that he didn't know what kind of shape it was.
After struggling for a long time, Qu Sen felt that the bandage had already dug into his flesh, but it still showed no signs of breaking. He could only give up and continue grinding with his left shoulder.
After moving a few times, Qu Sen suddenly realized that although the nylon tie was not broken, it seemed to have loosened a little. His hands were stretched taut, and he could even feel that there was a small gap between his wrists.
This discovery made Qu Sen overjoyed. With a sudden tug of his left shoulder, he finally managed to trap the edge of the pillar between his two hands.
With an easy angle to exert force, Qu Sen's whole body shook up and down crazily as if he was having an epileptic seizure. Although the pillar would still continuously grind the flesh of his wrists and forearms, it was much better than directly grinding his flesh.
Qu Sen completely ignored the pain in his arms, especially in his forearms. He did not know how many times he had ground the pillar, but his two wrists, which had been stretched taut, finally separated with a slight "click" sound.
His two arms, which had been forcefully twisted behind his back, suddenly returned to their normal angle. In an instant, a strong pain came from the gap between his bones. Qu Sen endured the pain and lifted his stiff forearms to take a look.
His two arms, from his forearms to his hands, were covered in blood. His two hands had swollen to a purple color. The flesh on his two wrists were all rotten, and there was a bandage on his left wrist that had dug into his flesh.
"Fuck!" Qu Sen carefully looked at the bandage marks on his wrists and could not help but curse Xu Jian. No wonder it took so long to break. That bastard actually used at least five bandages.
After barely moving a bit, Qu Sen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, although his flesh looked terrible, his ligaments and muscles should not have been injured.
Worried that his two hands would not bleed for a long time and become necrotic, Qu Sen constantly grasped to promote blood circulation while looking down at his two legs that were still tied up.
His two ankles were tightly tied by several bandages, and there were several other bandages connected to the outside, which were fixed horizontally to the cement pillar.
The nylon bandage had a buckle, so it was not easy to untie it. Qu Sen looked around for a long time and saw the fruit knife that Xu Jian had thrown not far away.
He bent down and reached out with his right hand. The wound on his shoulder, which had been numb, suddenly gave out a tearing pain, so Qu Sen had to stop.
When he straightened his waist, he saw that the wound, which had already coagulated, began to bleed again.
He wanted to squat down and use his left hand to support the ground, but his ankle was tied up. When his body leaned forward a little, the bandage went straight into his flesh. If it was just a pain in his flesh, he could bear it, but the pain of the shins being tied up was unbearable.
Qu Sen tried twice and found that he could not squat at all. He could only press his butt against the cement pillar, bend down, and stretch out his left hand to support himself on the ground. After trying for a long time, the fingertips of his left hand could not even touch the ground. It was useless to support himself.
Qu Sen was thinking of a way when he suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps in the direction of the door.
A few seconds later, Xu Jian's figure appeared at the door aggressively. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted at Qu Sen, "You f * cking dare to scare me! See if I … "
Xu Jian stopped cursing before he could finish his sentence. He stared at Qu Sen for a few seconds and suddenly let out a laugh. As he sped up to Qu Sen, he muttered, "You changed your move, right? Playing dead now?"
He took a few steps forward and lifted his foot to kick Qu Sen's hanging head.
Qu Sen's head was kicked and suddenly tilted back. After hitting the cement pillar heavily, his head hung down again. His arms were tied to the pillar, and he swayed slightly from side to side.
"Mugwort! You're good at pretending! " The smile on Xu Jian's face widened. He stood in front of Qu Sen and kicked and hit him.
Qu Sen hung his head, and his body swayed like a sandbag under Xu Jian's punches and kicks. However, he did not react at all.
"What the f * ck! Is he really dead? "Xu Jian hit Qu Sen for a long time. He was a little confused when he saw that Qu Sen did not react at all.
He looked at the wound from Qu Sen's right shoulder to his waist, which was still bleeding. He whispered, "Is he bleeding to death?"
As he spoke, he raised a hand and carefully put it under Qu Sen's nose. After trying for a long time, he felt that Qu Sen was still breathing, but it was a little weak.
He touched Qu Sen's neck with his hand. After confirming that the carotid artery was still moving, he breathed a sigh of relief, "F * ck, he fainted!"
After confirming that Qu Sen was not dead, Xu Jian turned around and sat back on the stool. He stared at him for a long time and began to murmur about his aunt unconsciously.
The expression on his face was ferocious for a while, scared for a while, and then he looked like he was about to cry.
After sitting there and crying for a while, Xu Jian suddenly stood up and said with a ferocious look, "Who said I don't dare to kill people? I'll kill one for you today. It's just killing a person. Just stab him once. What's so difficult about that? "
As he spoke, Xu Jian bent down to pick up the fruit knife on the ground. He held the handle with both hands and looked up and down Qu Sen's body, looking for a place to stab.
After searching for a long time, he finally aimed at Qu Sen's neck. He stepped forward and raised the fruit knife with both hands, shouting, "F * ck you …"
His cursing was abruptly cut off by a sudden palm strike.
Qu Sen's left palm was full of strength. Before Xu Jian's knife could fall, Qu Sen's left palm struck the right side of his neck.
Seeing that he swayed but did not fall down, Qu Sen grabbed his lapel with both hands and pulled him into his arms. He hit his nose heavily with his forehead.
"Ah ~" Xu Jian screamed and stabbed the knife in his hand.
The tip of the knife was stuck in Qu Sen's shoulder blade. It did not go deep, but it made Qu Sen's right arm, which was not strong enough, go limp.
Qu Sen was also in pain. He put his left arm around Xu Jian's neck and hit his face madly with his head.
Xu Jian screamed while holding the handle with both hands and pressing it down. After a long time, he found that he could not press it down. He suddenly pulled it up and tried to stab another place.
But his head was hit by Qu Sen and he was confused. He held the knife and stabbed twice in a row, but he stabbed nothing. Finally, he swung it down with all his strength. His hand holding the knife hit the cement pillar. The skin and flesh on his knuckles turned up, and the knife fell out of his hand.
Xu Jian could not stand Qu Sen's head. He kept hitting his nose, face, and chin. He did not have time to pick up the knife. He used his hand to support Qu Sen's head. As a result, his right thumb was pressed into Qu Sen's mouth in a panic.
"Let go, let go, let go!" Xu Jian hit Qu Sen's head madly with his left hand.
After pulling his thumb out with difficulty, Xu Jian saw his thumb in a trance. It seemed that the bone of his thumb was exposed. He panicked and turned to run. However, Qu Sen seized the opportunity and strangled his neck with his left arm.
Xu Jian kept kicking and struggling. He used his waist to throw Qu Sen over. However, Qu Sen's feet were tied to the pillar. No matter how hard he tried, he could not succeed.
At this time, Qu Sen also struggled to lift his right arm. He formed a triangle with his forearm and left wrist. His left arm was getting tighter and tighter.
Xu Jian's face gradually turned red, then purple and black. His strength to struggle became weaker and weaker. Several nylon straps tied to the cement pillar finally broke under the constant friction. Qu Sen and Xu Jian fell to the ground at the same time.
After a few minutes, Qu Sen felt that his arms were completely out of strength. No matter how hard he tried, they inevitably became softer and softer.
Xu Jian, who was strangled, did not move for a long time.
Qu Sen relaxed. He used the last of his strength to push Xu Jian aside. He collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath.
In the quiet warehouse, the March of Marseille suddenly sounded. Qu Sen realized that the music came from Xu Jian's trouser pocket. It was the ringtone of a mobile phone.
He struggled to control his left hand to reach into Xu Jian's trouser pocket. He used his weak fingers to pull several times before he finally pulled out a flip phone. He looked at the small screen on the cover. It was a string of numbers starting with + 84.
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