"Hey, little girl." There was still blood on her face, and the clothes on her chest were covered with blood. House seemed to be unable to see Baudelaire and her white coat, and only stared at Dorothy. "Oh, your bone ratio is perfect." As he said that, House picked up a bone knife and approached Dorothy.

House must have great strength to be able to dismember the corpse by himself. Dorothy didn't care about the white coat and the old professor, and immediately jumped up from the sand.

He quickly turned around and crossed the sand, then rushed to the fireplace. Dorothy picked up a golf club from the fireplace. At this time, House was approaching. He turned around and waved the club and hit it. The knife in House's hand was knocked off, but Dorothy was grabbed by the other party.

Without entanglement, she immediately raised her legs and kicked the other person hard, and then got a long decorative object from the wall. The hand was heavy and cold. Before she could see what it was, Dorothy immediately raised it and slammed it hard on House's cheek.

The man was beaten so hard that his body was tilted and he took two steps back.

Seizing this gap, Dorothy immediately stepped forward and hit the opponent's back again. House was beaten forward and Dorothy immediately smashed the opponent's back neck.

"Yeah!" The man groaned and finally stopped moving.

Dorothy leaned against the wall and gasped, holding his weapon tightly in his hand - it was a heavy piece of solid steel pipe? Or a huge steel nail?

She didn't recognize what it was.

Slowly calm down her breathing. The intense exercise just now was too forced for her, a person who had just recovered from the effects of the medicine. Fortunately, nothing happened.

But Professor Baudelaire and the man in white coat are now gone.

He knocked his head with one hand, and Dorothy again confirmed that House had completely fainted and began to search in this not-so-large living room. It was pitch black outside, and the windows and doors were locked tightly, so she couldn't even smash the glass. She was worried that the man on the ground would wake up, so she could only tie the person tightly with the rope and tape she found on the fireplace.

"I don't have the strength..." Dorothy was so nauseous that she wanted to vomit, and the pile of bones and minced meat on the carpet made her even more creepy.

The system feels sorry for its host. Killing and dismembering people is a very laborious task, and House shouldn't have much energy left.

Dorothy squatted down at the corner of the wall away from the corpse, leaning her back against the wall. The cold wall at this moment made her feel indescribable.

"My bag." A metallic color flashed through her eyes. Dorothy found that her chain bag was thrown on the ground behind a shorter table. He quickly took his bag over, and everything was there, but the phone showed no signal.

It's 3 a.m., which means that it's only 6 hours since she was kidnapped.

Sitting on the ground for a few minutes, Dorothy stood up again and began to look for an exit. She pulled out the lighter and cigarette from the chain bag, and she lit one for herself without hesitation.

The system was so cute and cute.

"What do you think?" Dorothy rubbed his forehead with a cigarette in one hand, "The smell of blood is about to spit out."

A loud bang, followed by the sound of the door and glass breaking - "fbi!"

Finally, the police who always appear in Hollywood blockbusters come.

"Hmm?" Dorothy turned her head and looked at the source of the sound, and then she raised her eyebrows-

Iron Man?

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The reason why Tony appears here is purely an accident.
Chapter completed!