Chapter 203

The room was dark. The people sitting in the room were wrapped in a black cloak and integrated with the night. He closed his eyes and breathed a little fast. Perhaps it was because the smell in the woman's boudoir made him feel very comfortable, so he hesitated for a while, got up and walked to the bedside, then lay down on the bed, buried his head deeply in the soft quilt and sniffed hard.

This feeling is very strange. He has never entered a woman's room. He has a sense of guilt and is more curious. A guy who kills people without blinking an eye is even nervous about entering a woman's boudoir, which makes him feel a little ridiculous. So he smiled and showed his white teeth.

If in the sun, his smile must be beautiful.

He has two rows of neat and white teeth, and the arc of his mouth is very soft when he smiles. If he is willing to wash his face carefully, he may be a man who is not too ugly. I don't know whether it was because he was lazy or deliberately. His face was very dirty. Although the bloody smell in the dirt had dissipated, it was still disgusting. In fact, this is a very strange face. His eyes are very young, but his skin is old enough to have many age spots.

He wanted to pull the quilt over his body and feel the comfortable bed and quilt. But his outstretched hand stiffened in mid air, and he dared not.

Finally, he sighed slightly. Get up and tidy up the quilt you messed up, and even pinch a hair you dropped on the quilt. He could easily see a fallen hair in the dark. If he was seen, he would be surprised. Sui men also have hair, but this man's hair is very short.

His face is dirty and disgusting. If someone sees such a face when eating, he may be tempted to vomit. But his hands were surprisingly clean, and even no dirt could be found in the cracks of his nails. His hands are a little thick and short, not slender and beautiful. Old people often say that such a hand can not play beautiful music, because the fingers are broken and thick, it must not be flexible enough.

His clothes were also strange. The cloak that looked black was actually a gray cloth robe that was torn and made into black because it was too dirty. The thread for sewing this cloak is very thick, and the craft is even thicker. If the daughter-in-law's needlework is so ugly, he may be ashamed to death by his mother-in-law.

He left his bed and sat down in his chair. He looked down at his cloak and was stunned.

"So ugly"

After a while, he suddenly whispered to himself. I don't know whether what he said was ugly, his cloak or something else. But these two words are full of disgust, real disgust.

When he looked up, he found a big doll hanging in the window. It was tied up with a handkerchief wrapped in rags. It was very simple to make. The white handkerchief is painted with curved eyebrows, round eyes and a mouth with a large upward arc. I have to say that this is not a beautiful doll, but it is also a very lovely doll. It should be made by the hostess of the house. She hangs it in the window or wants to often see the happy smile on the baby's face.

Because the window was closed, he didn't see the doll at first. He got up and went over, took the doll off the window and looked carefully. It seems that I like it very much. I even rubbed it on my face. Then he tied the doll to his belt, very carefully and seriously.

When he tied up the doll, he suddenly thought of something, and then a tangle appeared between his eyebrows.

Kill?

Don't kill?

He murmured.

Looking at the doll swinging around his waist, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to leave. He knew that his decision was childish and stupid. He took a doll and let the woman live. If the person who taught him knew this decision, he would scold him bloody.

The figure of the man appeared in his mind, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes. Behind the hatred, there is a strong fear.

Why should I listen to you in everything?

For what?

You teach me how to kill, and I want everything to follow your will? No, no, no, you didn't teach me how to kill, but I learned it from elsewhere. Don't try to control me. I've left. I want to live my own life. I want to have my own life!

get the hell out of here!

He suddenly squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and the expression on his face was very painful.

You don't want me to be that me again. Since I've come back, I won't go back with you! I'm me, not you! Yes, I'm killing people, but these people are killed for myself, not for you! Don't say any more... Mine is mine. Don't take it back even if you want to.

I'm not crazy!

You're crazy!

The man squatting on the ground raised his head fiercely, with killing intention in his eyes. I don't know what he has just experienced. He has a strange face and his expression becomes more and more ferocious. He glanced resentfully across the room and saw the bronze mirror. He stood up and ran over, raised his finger and pointed to himself in the mirror: "do you believe I will kill you?"

His voice is very light and hoarse. I don't know why he is still a little tired.

His eyes in the mirror looked at him outside the mirror with contempt, which was unbearable. He growled low outside the mirror, "why do you look down on me? Now I've become very powerful. If you dare to look at me with that look again, I'll kill you. I must kill you!"

Then he raised his hands and grabbed his neck, very hard.

"Hey, hey, be afraid!"

He smiled proudly. His voice was very thin because he had difficulty breathing.

"Later you go yours, I go mine!"

He said to himself in the mirror, "I don't want to kill today, but I don't!"

Then he turned and prepared to leave. At this time, the voice of the old housekeeper of general guide's house suddenly sounded in the yard: "miss is back... Who is this childe?"

He ran to the window and pushed the window open a small gap to look out. He saw the schoolgirl standing at the door, as if she were talking to the guy named Fang Xie. He should be thanking him for escorting him home. He can see the shy expression on her face.

The guy named Fang Xie said two words and then left. He saw the beautiful woman standing behind Fang Xie. He could feel the woman's strength, so he chose to give up on the way. Just like the night when he first met Fang Xie in Chang'an City, he also suppressed his impulse to kill. That guy is the hardest to kill, so stay at the end.

He pursed his lips and thought in his heart that since you are unlucky, don't blame me. Why don't you come back later? Why? If you come back later, I'll leave a little later, and you'll be safe... At least tonight.

That's an ordinary but lovely girl. It would be a pity if she died, wouldn't it?

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The tiny gap in the window closed, and the man wrapped in his cloak walked back to his chair and sat down. He faced the door, his hand sticking out of his cloak. When Marilyn opened the door and walked in, she would be surprised why there was a dark figure in the room?

When people panic, they will naturally have many flaws, so she will die. Even if he killed a woman whose accomplishments were not very high, he also made some calculations. This is another perfect murder case. The captains of Chang'an mansion can't find any clues.

He closed his eyes and counted in his heart. He calculated that the maximum distance from the door to the room would not exceed 50 steps, and even if a woman's step was slightly smaller, it would not exceed 53 steps. When the woman who came to the door raised her hand to push the door, he opened his eyes a little earlier.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the darkness outside seemed to be much shallower than in the room. So after the door is opened, people outside need a while to adapt to the light in the house. At this moment, the man in the cloak stood up and waited for the woman to enter the room. If he wants to kill, he wants to kill perfectly. After killing the woman silently in the house, he would wait until the in general guide's house fell asleep again before leaving. Then he rushed to the next place. During the day, he followed another student to find his place, but he didn't hurry.

Night is the devil's time.

This is what the man said. The only thing he thinks is right.

The woman standing at the door only paused for a moment, and then stepped in. Then she turned to close the door and touched the fire fold on the table that came in.

At the moment when the fire was about to light up, he suddenly shot.

He has calculated the next move, kill, and then catch the fire. Light the candle, and then he will control the woman's body and walk back to the bed by himself. People outside will never find his existence, and then he will cover the quilt for women. He just smelled the quilt deeply.

His fingers were as sharp as a knife, but he didn't want to ruin the woman's appearance. During the day, he saw it from a distance. The woman was not beautiful, but she was likable. He decided to pour finger strength into the back of her brain and break her brain directly. I can't see any trauma. She'll die peacefully.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the back of the woman's head, he suddenly turned back fiercely. With a snort, his cloak fell from the air. As the shards of the cloak fluttered and fell, the woman flashed the flame, turned around and smiled.

The man wrapped in his cloak looked cold and full of surprise.

This woman, not Marilyn.

It was the woman with the color of the city beside Fang Xie. She stood at the door holding a fire fold, and her other hand was empty, but he clearly felt that her empty hand was holding a sharp long sword. There is no doubt that if he reacts a little slower, the previous sword Qi will stab his body. It doesn't need a sinking fan with a sword. It seems even more terrible.

"Surprised?"

Shen qingfan said faintly, "you shouldn't open a gap in the window and look out, because you don't know that there is a man with special eyes outside... His name is Fang Xie. Do you want to kill him?"

Before the man answered, Shen qingfan continued, "you want to kill him the night Fang Xie went to the tea move. So... You can die."

She did not move, but the man wrapped in his cloak immediately retreated. He kept waving to block, as if there was an invisible long sword in the air.

Not a handle.

The heavy tilting fan holding the fire fold moved forward slowly, and the man wrapped in his cloak retreated step by step. On the ground between two people, on the next table, on the wall and on the window, narrow sword marks kept appearing. One by one, dense. With a click, the table broke. With the sound of the nail, the copper mirror broke from the middle. With a crash, the bed collapsed.

On the hard ground and walls, countless traces are cut, and many cracks will appear in almost every blink of an eye.

The man wrapped in his cloak suddenly turned and knocked out of the window. Then he saw the man who called Fang Xie with a sunny smile.

One punch coming!

PS: let the red ticket fly a little longer.