The room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. The person sitting in the room was wrapped in a black cloak, blending into the night. He closed his eyes and was breathing a little short of breath. Perhaps it was because the smell in the woman's boudoir made him feel very comfortable, so after hesitating for a while, he got up and walked to the bed, then lay down on the bed, buried his head deeply in the soft quilt, and sniffed vigorously.
This feeling was very strange. He felt a little guilty, and more curious, having never been in a woman's room. A guy who kills without blinking an eye, actually feels uneasy because of entering a woman's boudoir, which makes him feel a little ridiculous. So he smiled, showing his white teeth.
His smile must be beautiful in the sun.
He has two rows of very neat and white teeth, and the corners of his mouth are very soft when he smiles. If he was willing to wash his face carefully, he might still be a not too ugly man. I don't know if it's because he's lazy or on purpose, his face is dirty, and although the bloody smell in the dirt has dissipated, it's still disgusting. In fact, it was a very strange face. His eyes are very young, but his skin is so old that there are already many age spots.
He wanted to pull the quilt over his body and feel the comfortable quilt of the comfortable bed. But the outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he dared not.
Finally, he sighed slightly. He got up and tidied up the quilt he had messed up, even pinching a hair that fell out on the quilt. He could easily see a strand of hair in the dark, and it would be a shock to anyone who saw this scene. Men in the Sui Dynasty also grew their hair, but this man's hair was very short.
His face was disgustingly dirty, and if someone saw such a face while eating, he might not be able to help but want to vomit. But his hands were surprisingly clean, not even a trace of dirt could be found in the crevices of the nails. His hands are slightly thicker and shorter, not slender and pretty. Old people often say that such hands cannot play beautiful music, because the fingers are broken and thick, and they must not be flexible enough.
The clothes on him were also very strange. The cloak that looked black was actually a gray cloth robe that was torn apart and remade. It turned black because it was too dirty. The thread used to sew this cloak is very thick, and the craftsmanship is even thicker. If someone's daughter-in-law's female celebrity is so ugly, she might be ashamed to death by her husband's family.
He left the bed, returned to the chair and sat down, looking down at the cloak on his body in a daze.
"It's ugly."
After a while, he suddenly muttered to himself in a very low voice. I don't know if when he said ugly, he was talking about his cloak, or something else. But these two words are full of disgust, real disgust.
When he looked up, he found a big-headed doll hanging by the window. It was tied up with a handkerchief wrapped in rags, and it was very simple to make. On the white handkerchief, there are round eyes with curved eyebrows and a mouth with a large upturned arc. I have to say that this is not a beautiful doll, but it is also a very cute doll. It should be made by the hostess of this house, hang it on the window or want to see the happy smile on the doll's face often.
Because the window was closed, he didn't see the doll at first. He got up and walked over, took the doll off the window and took a closer look. He seemed to like it very much, and even stuck it on his face and rubbed it a few times. Then he tied the doll to his belt very carefully.
When he tied the doll, he suddenly thought of something, and then a tangle appeared between his brows.
kill
do not kill
He murmured.
Looking at the rag doll swaying by his waist, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave. He knew that his decision was naive and idiotic. If the person who taught him knew about the decision of taking a doll and letting the woman's life go, he would definitely be scolded bloody by him.
The figure of that person appeared in his mind, and a trace of hatred suddenly flashed in his eyes. And behind the hatred, there is a strong fear.
Why should I listen to you in everything
Why
You taught me how to kill, and I want to obey your will in everything? No, no, you didn't teach me the ability to kill, but I learned it from elsewhere. Don't try to control me anymore, I have already left, I want to live my own life, I want to have my own life!
Get out!
He suddenly squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, with a painful expression on his face.
You don't want me to change back to that me again, since I've come back, I won't go back with you again! I am me, not you! That's right, I'm killing people, but killing these people is for myself, not for you! Don't say any more... what's mine is mine, don't even think about taking it back.
I'm not crazy!
You are the madman!
The man squatting on the ground suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of killing intent. He didn't know what he had just experienced, and the expression on his face that was already a bit weird became more ferocious. His resentful gaze swept across the room, and then he saw the bronze mirror. He stood up and ran over, raised his hand and pointed at himself in the mirror: "Do you believe that I will kill you?"
His voice was very soft and hoarse, and for some reason there was still a trace of fatigue.
His eyes in the mirror looked at him outside the mirror with contempt, and the contempt was unbearable. Outside the mirror, he growled lowly: "Why do you look down on me? Now I have become very powerful, if you dare to look at me with that look again, I will kill you, I will definitely kill you !"
Then he raised his hands and grabbed his neck, very hard.
"Hey, be scared!"
He smiled smugly, his voice was very thin because of difficulty breathing.
"From now on, you will go your way, and I will go mine!"
He said to himself in the mirror: "I don't want to kill people today, but I just won't!"
Then he turned around and was about to leave. At this moment, the voice of the old housekeeper of General Guide's Mansion suddenly sounded in the yard: "Miss is back... who is this young master?"
He ran to the window and pushed it open a small gap to look out. He saw the female student standing at the door, seeming to be talking to the guy named Fang Jie. He should be thanking him for escorting him home, he could see the shy expression on her face.
And the guy named Fang Jie left after saying a few words. He saw the very beautiful woman standing behind Fang Jie. He could feel the strength of that woman, so he chose to give up halfway. Just like the night he first met Fang Jie in Chang'an City, he also suppressed the urge to kill. That guy is the hardest one to kill, so save for last.
He pursed his lips, thinking in his heart that since you are unlucky, don't blame me. Why don't you come back later, why? If you're late and I'm gone just a little while, you'll be safe... at least, tonight.
She was an ordinary-looking but cute girl, it would be a pity if she died, right
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The tiny gap in the window closed, and the man wrapped in the cloak went back to the chair and sat down. He was facing the door, his hand out from under his cloak. The moment Marilyn opened the door and walked in, she must have been surprised why there was a dark shadow in the room
And when people panic, they will naturally have many flaws, so she will die. Even if he killed a woman whose cultivation base was not very high, he had made some calculations. This was another perfect murder case, and it was impossible for the police officers of Chang'an Mansion to find any clues.
He closed his eyes and counted in his heart. He calculated that the distance from the door to the room would not exceed fifty steps at most, and even if women's steps were slightly shorter, they would not exceed fifty-three steps. When the woman who walked 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 lighter than inside the room. So after the door is opened, it takes a while for people outside to get used to the light in the room. 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 must kill perfectly. After killing the woman silently in the house, he will wait until the woman in General Guide's mansion falls asleep again before leaving. Then he rushed to the next place. During the day, he followed another student to find his residence, but he was not in a hurry.
Night is the time of the devil.
This is what that person said, the only sentence he felt was right.
The woman standing at the door paused for a moment, then stepped in. Then she turned around and closed the door, and found a fire pocket on the table as she entered.
At the moment when the fire was about to light up, he shot suddenly.
He has already calculated the next move, killing people, and then catching 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 notice his existence, and then he will cover the woman with a quilt, the quilt he took a deep breath just now.
His fingers were as sharp as knives, but he didn't want to ruin the woman's looks. During the day, he saw it from a distance. This woman was not beautiful but attractive. He decided to force his fingers into the back of her head, directly crushing her brain. No trauma can be seen, she will die peacefully.
Just when his fingers were about to touch the back of the woman's head, he suddenly rolled backwards. With a soft chirping sound, a piece of the cloak he was wearing fell from mid-air. When the fragments of the cloak fluttered down, the woman turned on the torch and smiled.
The eyes of the man wrapped in the cloak were full of surprise.
This woman is not Marilyn.
It was the alluring woman next to Fang Jie. She was standing at the door holding a torch, and her other hand was empty, but he clearly felt that her empty hand was holding a sharp long spear. sword. Undoubtedly, if he reacted a little slower, the sword energy from before would have pierced his body. Shen Qingfan, who doesn't need a sword, seems even more terrifying.
"Very surprised?"
Shen Qingshan said calmly: "You shouldn't open the window to look out, because you don't know that there is a person with very good eyes outside... His name is Fang Jie, do you want to kill him?"
Without waiting for the man to answer, Shen Qingfan continued: "You think, you wanted to kill Fang Xie the night he removed the red sleeve trick. So... you can die."
She didn't move, but the man in the cloak backed away immediately. He kept waving his hands to block, as if there was an invisible long sword stabbing and slashing in the air.
Not a handle.
Shen Qingfan, who was holding a fire pocket, walked forward slowly, and the man wrapped in a cloak stepped back step by step. On the ground between the two of them, on the table next to them, on the wall, and on the windows, narrow sword marks kept appearing. One by one, densely packed. With a click, the table shattered. With a sound of nails, the copper mirror broke in the middle. With a bang, the bed collapsed.
Countless cracks were cut on the hard ground and walls, and many cracks appeared almost every blink of an eye.
The man wrapped in the cloak suddenly turned around and knocked out the window, and then he saw the man named Fang Jie with a bright smile.
Come on with a punch!