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Liu Liu couldn't believe that his eyes widened. He killed people, so simple a word?

There is no fear and fear at all. It's not like killing a person at all. It's more like chopping a cabbage.

Such a man is really terrible, but

Why did she still fear to die before, but at the moment when his hand held her wrist, her heart somehow calmed down, and even worried about him, "are you not afraid to go to prison?"

It's against the law to kill people. If it's not to save him, he won't kill. In the final analysis, it's all because of her. How can she not worry.

"No, he's damned."

A few cold words fell, he let her go, raised his hand to try to touch her hair.

A sudden burst of fear in her heart, and she closed her eyes immediately.

"Oh

A short sneer is particularly clear in the silent night.

Until the sense of oppression in front of the body disappeared, Liu Liu opened her eyes again.

Looking up, the man is taking off his blood stained windbreaker and throwing it into the garbage can in the alley. Then he takes out a cigarette box from his pants pocket and lights it with a lighter.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, the other hand held a cigarette, the fireworks were clearly extinguished between his fingers, his figure in the light and shadow, gradually away.

Beside her, there was a corpse lying on the ground with blood on the ground. A knife was stabbed between her forehead, and her face was bleeding. His eyes were wide and his pupils were infinitely large, and the fear of dying still remained in the fundus of his eyes.

She ran to one side in fear, almost tripped over the stone and fell. Her chest was constantly up and down, and the cold sweat on her forehead seeped out.

Dead, really dead, she felt terrible, but thought that if it was not for that man, she would be killed here tonight, she was even more afraid.

She kept hypnotizing herself over and over again, just like the man said, he should die, such as this kind of social scum, pests, died, or there may be more girls suffering in the future.

She lifted her eyes and looked again. She was about to disappear in the sight. Her hands clenched into fists on the side of her body. She picked up the bag and coat on the ground with determination and ran after the figure quickly.

As she ran, she took out the wipes from her schoolbag and wiped off the blood on her face. When the distance between them was getting closer, she was panting.

Gradually slow down, she quietly followed him, out of the alley, to the road, and then all the way to follow the busy street.

Not far away, there is the rock music of the bar, vaguely getting into the eardrum. She knows that if she goes further, it will be the most colorful place in the city.

She followed him without saying a word and kept going.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked back.

The blue and white smoke blurred his facial features, so that he did not look like the terrible fight before, but with a kind of Childe's habitual lazy breath.

Just that pair of eyes, like the sea under the night sky, deep can't see a bit of light, the voice is cold and light, "what do you do with me?"

She stopped, burying her head, nervously pinching the corner of her clothes, did not speak.

He looked at her for a long time. Seeing her silent, he said again, "don't follow me."

Watching him turn around, she pursed her lips and held the strap of her schoolbag involuntarily. She still followed him and followed him in silence.

When he came to a bar, he stopped again and looked back. He still had a cigarette between his fingers. His lazy appearance was swept away. His expressionless look was a little frightening. "I said, I told you not to follow me."

She pursed her lips, buried her head, and still did not speak.

In the sight, she could not see his face, only the position under his waist.

Then she saw his cigarette hand, the sleeves of which were rolled up. There was a red rope on his wrist. There was a four leaf grass ornament on the red rope. It looked very delicate, like a girl's jewelry.

Inexplicably, she felt that the red rope was very familiar, as if, deja vu.

"Can't understand people?"

Cold voice, pull back her mind.

She looked up in a hurry, he did not know when has turned around, she saw a knife on his arm, cut his shirt, it is stained with blood, the shirt was dyed red.

She subconsciously called out, "you're hurt!"

Previously, she was too afraid, trapped in their own fear, so did not find his arm with a wound, she was nervous, "you have to go to the hospital bandage."

He frowned a little, and his voice was cold, "little hurt, no need."

"No!" She rushed up and grabbed his arm. "It must be bandaged, or the wound will be inflamed and purulent."

I don't know whether she looks too nervous or her expression reminds him of the little princess at home. The trace between his eyebrows gradually disappears, and his tone becomes more and more soft,"OK, I know. You go home first. Girls are hanging out in the middle of the night. It's too dangerous. I can save you once, but I can't save you a second time."

Hearing the word "go home", she gradually loosened her grip on his arm and tightly squeezed the strap of her schoolbag. She turned her face to one side and looked at the scenery trees on the roadside.

She did not speak, and he did not say anything. He looked at her for a long time, as if waiting for her to take the initiative to speak. However, her look was very unnatural, and she did not speak any more, even her lips did not move.

He raised his hand, took a deep smoke, and buried his head slightly.

The deep facial features gradually approached, and slowly vomited smoke towards her.

She choked and looked up at him, just on his eyes.

At this moment, his eyes are too evil, as if to absorb his soul, her heart pounding, dare not look at one more, subconsciously step back.

The next second, his wrist was directly clasped by him, blocking her retrogression.

She was forced to once again on his blue eyes, ear, is his deep and pleasant voice, "dare not go home?"

She opened her eyes in consternation. After a few seconds of silence, she nodded her head, "well."

Deep eyes squint for a time, he through the light blue smoke, seriously looked at the girl in front of him, she is not particularly beautiful, facial features separate, just barely see.

It can be combined together, but it has become a unique attraction. The more people see it, the more natural they feel, and the more comfortable they feel.

Especially after being bullied, his hair and clothes were in a mess, and there were tears on his face, which outlined a confused and innocent expression, which made him a bit unable to move his eyes.

With a slight eyebrow, he asked, "is there no other place to go?"

Her classmates are all living on campus, and she really has no other place to go. If she goes back like this, her mother will be very worried, and her father's violent temper is not allowed to kill her indiscriminately.

What's more, if you let your neighbors see it and you don't know how bad it should be, and then her reputation will be ruined, how to behave?

Along with her parents, she would be implicated.

So she didn't dare to go back.

And there was no other place to stay.

She bit her lip and nodded again.

He said, "are you afraid of me?"