The back of things.

If someone hadn't been killed, Fang Haoyu wouldn't have chosen to leave with Peng Xiaotong.

The discussion after dinner had ended, and Yang Chen took the initiative to give up the location of Lao Chen's room to provide Fang Haoyu with a place to sleep peacefully. Yang Chen has always been friendly to others, which has always made Fang Haoyu puzzled. His keen observation and accurate judgment made Fang Haoyu a little afraid. Fang Haoyu was afraid that Yang Chen would notice something.

If Yang Chen asked him again, "Have you ever killed someone?"

Fang Haoyu will return without a doubt, "Of course I killed ......"

That shocking memory that contained guilt and hatred came back to Fang Haoyu's mind.

"Help...... Help......" Peng Xiaotong pulled his throat and cried. Her arms were clung to the ground by the fat man's two fat claws. Ten fingers are helplessly embedded in the soil.

"You be honest with me! If you don't obey, you'll make me angry! I'll be you now!" the fat man sucked back the saliva that had left in his mouth, and the fat and exaggerated face made it impossible to look at him directly. The two fat legs under his crotch began to writhe, and it took a long time to take off his shoes.

Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed, her head tilted to the side, and she struggled to endure the pain. His legs began to kick wildly in an attempt to resist.

"It's going to be right away! ...... right away," the fat man smirked stupidly, his fat lips like open pomegranates. He pumped his fat legs and began to rub on Peng Xiaotong's black silk stockings.

"Please...... Don't ......" she cried and mourned, having given up on resisting and struggling. Every struggle brings pain to the arm, and the fat man wins with his weight and sheer strength. And pressed her arms hard again and again. She had even compromised a little, the only thing to be thankful for was that the fat man in front of her was not interested in her body, and what made him so passionate was the black silk stockings!

"Huhu...... It's going to be fine soon......" The fat man's pant increased, and his eyes were dull. The trembling mouth was already drooling, running down his double chin. He looked like a hopeless neuropath.

Even so, Peng Xiaotong was unbearable, and she already felt that her front legs were starting to get hot. The surface of this fat man's pants is too rough, and his perverted movements are getting faster and faster.

Just as Fang Haoyu wanted to rush over to the rescue, the afterglow of his eyes was accidentally stabbed by a light. Next to the overgrown canopy stood a sharp, shiny dagger.

"Peng Xiaotong, I'm here to save you!"

A sharp backstab easily took the fat man's life. He was still enjoying the fun before he died, but the sting pain in his back finally distorted the smiling face, and the dead face gradually became hideous.

The memories that have been shaped have been revisited in Fang Haoyu's mind again and again, and the kindness in his heart has made him feel the guilt of killing again and again. He tossed and turned on his side in bed, unable to fall asleep, exhausted but not sleepy in time.

Fang Haoyu sat up on the edge of the bed, crept to the door, and carefully opened the door.

The lights in the hall were turned off, and the whole living room was pitch black. In time, he couldn't see his five fingers, and he could easily take off his tie.

Yang Chen slept quite comfortably, and his snorting could be heard from a long distance in time. I remember the first time he killed someone with a dagger, his hands were still trembling, and afterwards it was as unreal as a dream.

But now he had taken out his tie and was quite calm, and there were no undulating waves in his heart. I don't know if it's because of the second time, but he wasn't nervous.

He is not blindly enjoying the pleasure of killing, but for himself and Peng Xiaotong. With Yang Chen's observation and judgment, it should not be difficult to guess that the fat man who died in the forest was killed by them. But Yang Chen didn't deliberately point it out, but deliberately protected this secret.

Fang Haoyu didn't know what Yang Chen's purpose was, but he had to get rid of Yang Chen. so as not to suffer in the future, because only Yang Chen knows this secret and evidence, and Yang Chen has enough ability to accuse him of murder.

The sleeping man didn't even notice that someone was trying to kill him. Fang Haoyu shook his arm and straightened his tie.

"Whew!"

He lay on the couch and fell asleep. Fang Haoyu put the tie around his neck, he closed his eyes and smiled embarrassedly, "Yang Chen! you are always so suspicious. I can't help it!Who told you to look at the corpse!" Because if you look closely at the corpse, you will find that the wound on the fat man's body was caused by the dagger.

For him, there was no room for negotiation in this matter, as long as Yang Chen was killed, no one would doubt this matter.

His excessive paranoia soon prompted him to pull the tie. With a strong force, the tie that hit the ring suddenly tightened Yang Chen's neck.

"Woo ......"

Yang Chen was suddenly awakened, Fang Haoyu had already adapted to the darkness in front of him, and the hall could be clearly seen in such a gloomy time that Yang Chen's hand was helplessly buttoning the tie around his neck. His chest heaved and he kicked weakly with his feet empty. After some struggle, Yang Chen's hand suddenly buckled the tie and pulled it back to his neck with all his might. He is younger in time, but his strength is not inferior to Fang Haoyu.

"Can't let you live...... Fang Haoyu blushed suddenly, re-footed, grabbed the tie with both hands as if grasping a life-saving straw, and refused to give up.

After about a minute, Yang Chen stopped punching and kicking, and his hands loosened his tightly locked tie and hung down weakly. For Fang Haoyu, this period of time is really too long.

He used all his strength to finally get a big deal, Fang Haoyu lay on the ground in collapse, and inexplicable fatigue swept through his body.

After being silent for about ten minutes, Fang Haoyu smiled with satisfaction, and he dragged his tired body to go back to the house to sleep well. He tilted his head sideways to the door, stunned by what he saw.

It was as if the top of his head had been struck by a thunderbolt, and the entire skull seemed to be about to crack. The whole person seemed to have suddenly fallen into a river of ice, his limbs were floating, and he completely lost his strength.

He watched the man at the door in numbness and sluggishness as he smoked the last cigarette......

The positive side of things.

The sudden report in the early morning caught Fang Haoyu a little off guard, and what really shocked him was that Yang Chen was still sleeping peacefully on the sofa, and the bad news of the death of the white-collar worker came out of the mouth of Ren Ziyan, the wine girl......