Find Me in 1000 Years

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Ken put his hand in through the window glass he had bolongi and unlocked the window from the inside. He then moved the glass window.

Across the street, bored Vicky is in the car, staring out at the street. A motorbike driven by a woman passed in front of her car and stopped in front of the luxury house.

His appearance was extraordinary because the woman was wearing a cool racing motorcycle in yellow white while he was dressed in a black cheongsam shirt. It was so contradictory that the man was curious.

Moreover, stopping in front of that luxurious house, what was the matter? Where all the guests came in luxury cars, the woman came with a racing motorbike. Who her?

As the woman got off her motorbike, the man frowned. He had seen the woman, somewhere.

Due to the dim light around the guard fence, it was difficult for Vicky to see the woman's face clearly but he kept thinking about it. She ... she looks like ....

Meanwhile, inside the room after Ken jumped in, he came across the painting on the wall. It was a painting of a young woman holding a boy. Perhaps, the boy was the man earlier because his face resembled the man who owned the house but somehow, Ken remembered his mother. Mother gave birth to him. Did you miss him when he was a kid?

The young man shifted the painting and looked towards the safe embedded in the wall. He tried to recall the key number and then tried to press the button ... 9, 5, 5, 5. When pulled, the door opened.

Ken then searched the files and checked them. Though there was a lot of gold bullion in the place along with dollar bills that were still sealed but the young man was unmoved. He was just looking for the requested file. "Ah, meet!"

"Any, Ken?" devan asked who heard the young man's words through the earphones.

"Yes, there's."

"OKs. Take the file and put the rest back in place. After that, you're out of that place."

"Good." Ken did as the man ordered, but just as he put the painting down, the door opened again.

The house owner's girlfriend came and was shocked. "Hey, who are you?" He frowned.

Ken, who knew someone was coming, immediately hid the file behind his back. "Eh, I'm looking for a toilet."

The woman is suspicious. "What are you hiding behind your back?"

Ken. "Oh, this? I found it on the table."

"really?"

"Oh, yes." The young man threw him on the desk in front of the painting.

But the woman accidentally saw the open window because the air in the room was a little cold with curtains waving in the wind. "You ... thief huh?"

"Eh ...." Ken's panicking.

"You must be a thief!" Just now the woman wanted to press a button on the wall beside her, a hand stopped her. Irish hands!

"Hurry out and bring the file, Ken!" shouts Irish.

While Ken takes the file back, Irish fights the woman. It turns out that woman was also good at fighting. There was a thud every time their hands and feet clashed against each other, until the young man was so confused to see the situation.

When the young man chose to go out the window, the red-haired bule woman blocked him, leaving Ken confused as to where to go. Going forward is impossible, because there are many guests there and it is tantamount to suicide.

Irish by still fighting with the woman, he tried to make Ken can get out through the window but what he faced was a tough opponent. It was hard for him to give Ken that chance.

In the midst of worry. The man who owned the house came. He had forgotten to turn on the X ray button so he told his woman to turn it on, but then he wanted to ask something to catch up with him.

Ken's surprised. "Mira?"

"Eh, what? Mira?" Irish was so curious about the woman named Mira that she turned her head.

A petite-faced girl with a strange makeup combined with cheongsam clothes stood right in front of the door. Irish was also flabbergasted to see the girl's miraculous appearance as if she was dealing with a mannequin.

Elsewhere, Devan was also surprised because he heard through earphones. "Mira's? Isn't that ...." He straightened his back.

"Mira ...," muttered Vicky. "Oh, Mira!" Memory returned.

The owner of the house did not waste the opportunity. While everyone was confused, he moved out and opened the glass box in front of the room and pressed it. The sound of sirens echoing in the room. The guests were shocked and panicked to hear it and then ran outside.

The man laughed happily. "You won't get out of this place. The front, back, and windows will be covered with iron gates. You're not gonna get out until the cops get here." He laughed out loud again.

Ken looked towards the front door. The open front door was now closed by the iron door outside the front door. Many guests ran towards the front door so as not to be locked inside the building. Unfortunately the door was on the first floor and they were still on the 2nd floor.

The girl extended her hand. "Come, brother, hurry! We don't have time anymore. We're going down through the stairwell fence!"

But Ken had other thoughts. He took the rope gun that was on his waist and handed the file to Mira. "Please, hold on a second." He then pointed the gun at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the 2nd floor.

Rope, please hold on to the chandelier, he tries to focus asking. When the young man shot the chandelier with a rope, the strange end twisted the iron of the lamp. He grabbed the girl's waist.

"Eh?"

"Come, Mira. We're getting out of here!" Ken jumped up by taking the girl with him. He and Mira escaped when the emergency exit door almost closed their access out of the house. The young man took off the rope gun that was sandwiched between the doors.

"How do we get out of here, now?" Ken looked over at the girl.

"Follow me, brother." Mira pulls the young man's hand into the parking lot.

In the parking lot, it looks messy. Everyone who had escaped came out, trying to get out of the area of the house until there was a traffic jam and a long queue leading to the exit.

Ken was shocked when he saw the vehicle they wanted to ride. "Motorized?"

"This, Brother." Mira handed the file map back into the young man's hands and he rode the motorcycle. As he rode the bike, the high hemisphere of the cheongsam skirt showed the smooth thigh of the young girl.

The young man held his breath as he looked at it.

"Come, brother, up."

"It's not better ...."

"Good!" the girl's snatch made the young man shocked.

"Eh, yes, yes."

As soon as Ken ascended, the girl sped up and was forced to hug Mira's waist tightly.

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