Chapter 237

Late autumn night is always so cold, the cold wind beat the skin, always make people shiver.

At midnight, the sky was as black as ink, as if it had been rendered black.

The whole night was very quiet and gloomy.

The breeze was creaking on the branches.

Make already solemn hospital, appear particularly more gloomy.

In this quiet night. A man and a woman, two people quietly wandering in the hospital corridor.

Wandering for a long time, I walked up to the third floor.

Because it is midnight on duty nurses, have entered a sweet dream.

No one noticed that the two had slipped into the hospital.

"Clean it up, you know?"

The woman's voice came from the underworld, with a strong breath of death.

The man did not answer more, just slowly pushed the door open.

The silent moonlight sprinkles on the sickbed, making the person on the sickbed look particularly peaceful.

White face, thin body, it still looks so thin, weak, let people look at it, especially cherish.

The man is wearing a black nightwear, and wearing a black mask, even the hair has been fully armed.

Landing silent, light gait, like a ghost like floating to the bed.

A pair of big hands mercilessly, just like the eagle claws in the sky that night, pounced on the delicate and weak, still sleeping little girl.

Qian Xiaopei has been guarding the door, looking around, eyes also full of endless panic.

After all, it's time to kill people. It's not good for anyone if it's exposed.

"Hurry up, be quick..."

Qian Xiaopei said, looking around in panic.

The man's action was very sharp, and he locked his hand into the little girl's neck.

In an instant, the delicate little boy on the bed thought it was not difficult to breathe, and his face began to become very red.

The child's brow slightly frowned, and there was no sign of life.

After about three minutes of riding, the man slowly released his hand.

At this moment, there was a very deep purple crack on her neck.

It was very prominent on his white skin.

Qian Xiaopei came in flurried. Although he had been prepared, he could not help shivering when he saw this scene.

"Why are you so cruel..."

Qian Xiaopei's whole body is shaking desperately. He seems to have no strength to stand still. Men's eyes are like cheetahs in the dark, emitting a faint light, looking particularly gloomy.

"Who just said to make me clean! Come on, this little bastard, it's over. You can pay the money back to Laozi's account. I'll find a little Luoluo to help you with this pot. "

Man's eyes can't see any fear and fright, only calm like water. It seems that he has been familiar with this kind of professional killer for a long time.

Qian Xiaopei was already pale at this moment, and she seemed to have a faint regret for a moment. But the matter has come to an end, no matter how much regret there is no way.

Two people solved the little girl, and then walked out of the room.

In fact, Qian Xiaopei has already lost his three spirits, and his seven spirits have already been lost.

Faltering, do not know how to run out, and so come out, the whole body has been soaked in cold sweat.

Outside the cold wind, merciless beat in her thin body.

"All right, the things you want have been done for you. Now bring them to me as soon as possible..."

The man's voice said coldly. As if in their world, only to see money to do things.

Qian Xiaopei tremblingly took out the bank card from his arms and fell to the ground.

She never thought that she really wanted the child's name, everything was forced to do, until now, except the child died. It's true. There's no other way.

The man took the money and went away. Qian Xiaopei sat in the same place.

Eyes empty do not know where to look, in a moment, the heart also seems to be unable to shore in general.

After thinking about it quickly in my mind, what should I say if I ask?

Qian Xiaopei went back home with extremely complicated mood and decadent steps.

Straight back to the house, a person sat on the sofa, eyes empty looking at the ceiling, the whole brain seems to be in a chaotic state.

"Ling... Ling... Ling..."

At the time of restlessness, a rush of telephone rings cut through the silence of the night.

In this dark room, it is particularly abrupt.

Qian Xiaopei nearly jumped out of bed because he was guilty.

Instant crystal clear cold sweat, from their own eyes slowly overflow out.

It took a long time to adjust her mind. Su nianan's eyes flashed a trace of timidity. She hesitated to look at the caller.

Gaoruizhou three big characters suddenly appear in the screen of the phone.

It's so abrupt, if it's normal. Qian Xiaopei will feel very happy. The man he likes will call him.

But at this moment, I am not happy at all. There is only infinite fear in the eyes and heart.

Qian Xiaopei didn't think so much before killing her. At that time, he was completely occupied by hatred. Qian Xiaopei only thinks that the child is killed again, so I will be the only one who will live and fly with this man in the future.

But when I really saw the cold corpse of the child in the hospital, I really saw the fresh life of the child buried in my own hands.

Qian Xiaopei realized in a trance that he could not be so calm.

Now the road in front of her is really more difficult.

If the family asked, Qian Xiaopei really did not know where to start and how to justify himself.

Qian Xiaopei was alone in the room, thinking about 10000 possibilities.

Finally, she burst into tears. She didn't know why she was crying. All she felt was that her heart was sour and her five tastes were mixed. It was as if she was going to suffocate.

As if this moment only cry, only this silent sour tears can let her pain reduce half a minute

Qian Xiaopei stayed up all night, curled up in a corner and cried all night