After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Chapter 1827 Before losing consciousness, she heard someone enter the room.

Zhang Ran smiled sweetly: "I'm a new maid, let's exchange contact information." She took out her phone and looked at the bodyguard: "What's your number?"

“Young Miss,” the bodyguard suddenly said, “if you’re bored, you can go to the mourning hall to find Master Huo, or go back to your room to rest.”

"Hahaha, just kidding." Zhang Ran chuckled, but seeing his expressionless face, her smile vanished instantly. "Look at you, you're so boring, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend." This bodyguard actually knew her; Luo Laoliu must have given them a 'lesson' beforehand. It seems there's no way to get to him through the bodyguard.

Seeing that she was angry, the bodyguard immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

When he looked up again, he saw Luo Laoliu, which startled him so much that his face turned pale. He stammered and quickly explained, "Miss, you must have taken the wrong path." He dared not say that he suspected the young lady had tried to seduce him. Whether it was true or not, he would be the one who suffered.

Luo Laoliu didn't say a word and walked away.

After leaving, Zhang Ran wandered around the courtyard but couldn't find a chance to escape.

There were more bodyguards on night duty than ants on the ground. Wherever she went, these people would bow their heads to her, clearly knowing her identity.

Forget it, let's go back to the room and figure out a solution later; it's too cold outside.

Zhang Ran returned to her room, opened the closet, found her pajamas, and prepared to take them to the bathroom to change. After all, pajamas are the most comfortable thing to wear to sleep.

Wait, why do my clothes smell so good today?

Realizing the scent was off, she immediately held her breath, rushed to the bed, her body went limp, and her upper body collapsed onto the bed. With her last bit of strength, she rolled under the bed.

Before she lost consciousness, she heard someone enter the room.

When Zhang Ran regained consciousness, she opened her eyes and found herself lying in bed, covered with a blanket. Looking around, she immediately realized that this was not the room she had stayed in at the manor before; the furniture and furnishings were completely different.

The room I stayed in before felt like a temporary accommodation; it was just like a regular guest room.

The current room style is clearly that of a daughter's home; the bedside table has been replaced by a dressing table, the curtains are brightly colored, and the wardrobe takes up an entire wall.

Zhang Ran tried moving her hands and feet and sat up easily, not as weak and powerless as she had imagined.

The blanket slipped off, revealing the clothes she was wearing—the same pajamas she had chosen before she lost consciousness, but they no longer had that strange, intoxicating scent.

They changed their clothes, and the weapons they used to hide with were gone.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, and the weapon hidden in her hair was gone.

Zhang Ran touched her hair; it felt very clean. Clearly, someone had not only changed her clothes but also washed her hair while she was unconscious.

That damn pervert!

Zhang Ran cursed Luo Laoliu in her heart, threw off the covers, got out of bed, went into the bathroom, closed the door, and carefully checked her body. Apart from a needle mark on the back of her hand, she had no other discomfort or marks.

"Did he inject me with drugs?" Was he trying to control her with drugs?

The urge to kill surged to its peak, and Zhang Ran frantically searched for a suitable weapon. But there was no mirror in the bathroom, no sharp tools like scissors in the drawers, and even the clothes hangers in the wardrobe were all made of plastic.

She smashed the entire room, thinking that making such a commotion would surely attract Luo Laoliu, but even after she finished smashing everything and was panting heavily, Luo Laoliu did not appear.

Zhang Ran began to suspect she had mistaken the kidnapper, so she changed her clothes, went to the window, and looked out. It was the second floor, and there were no security bars on the windows! There was no one guarding it either!

He decisively opened the window, turned around, grabbed the blanket from the bed, threw it out the window, and then jumped down, landing safely without injury.