【92z】 Kill!

When the word kill came out of the man's mouth, the little policewoman only felt cold and terrifying, and her body seemed to be as terrible as a layer of frost.

The spirit shuddered, and his face turned pale.

That word, coming out of the man's mouth, seemed to have a different kind of power, as if it was not something that was going to happen, but a bloody reality.

But someone wants to kill themselves? Why? I don't seem to have offended anyone in the recent past, why would anyone want to kill themselves?

Moreover, how could this beggar know that someone wanted to kill himself?

The beggar was a little crazy, and he didn't know how much truth he was saying.

With her brows furrowed deeply, the little policewoman gave the beggar a deep look, then turned and left.

While leaving, the little policewoman was still looking around, front and back, left and right, as if she didn't notice that someone was following her, it shouldn't be anything, could it be that she was too careful.

There was a mess in my heart, and all kinds of messy thoughts, just after the back of the little policewoman completely disappeared, one by one in front of the newsstand next to the road quietly put down the newspaper in his hand.

"Seventh Master, Xin Yi has left and started to go to her apartment, but she seems to have found that she is being followed, I can't continue to follow her, you can arrange it over there. ”

"Okay, okay, I understand, I'll take care of it on my side. The man said.

glanced coldly at the direction in which Xin Yi's woman had disappeared, and then left quietly.

But soon the man's brows were furrowed, as if someone was following him, and he was the type who had no disguise at all.

The man turned around and looked at it with some suspicion, only to realize that the person who had been following him was actually a beggar, the beggar who Xin Yi often went over to deliver food.

Why did the beggar follow him? Or was he not following him, he was just wandering around? No, he was following him.

The man could feel a pair of scarlet eyes staring at him, that kind of look, which made the man have goosebumps all over his body, that indescribable fear and creeping, which made this man unforgettable fear.

The body shuddered, and the man quickened his pace, then turned around and came into a dark, unlit alleyway.

The sky was dark, making this alleyway particularly gloomy.

After arriving here, the man finally stopped, and suddenly turned around, and he had grabbed a sharp scimitar in his hand, and the blade was aimed in the direction of the entrance to the alleyway.

The beggar, with his head down, walked over step by step.

", who the are you, a stinky beggar, who gave you the guts to follow Lao Tzu?" the man roared loudly.

But the beggar did not answer, but approached step by step.

Seeing that the beggar was getting closer and closer, the expression on the man's face kept changing, and finally became completely fierce, he gritted his teeth, cursed secretly in his heart, and then rushed towards the beggar quickly, and the knife in his hand stabbed the beggar in the stomach.

It's just a beggar, and it's not like he hasn't done such a thing as killing, so he doesn't show any mercy at all, and it's the most lethal means.

However, at the moment when the knife had just stabbed it, it suddenly touched something, and the feeling was as if it was stuck in a crack in the stone, motionless, unable to even pull it out.

What's going on?

The man's face was full of surprise, and then he looked down, only to find that the scimitar in his hand had actually been grabbed by the man, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his scimitar out.

This...... How is this possible?

The man's throat was constantly squirming, and he felt as if he had misunderstood, but after a careful look, he found that he was not mistaken, the scimitar in his hand was indeed grasped by the man's five fingers in his hand, just like iron tongs, and he couldn't even move.

This is impossible, this knife is very sharp, even the bones can be cut at once, this guy's palm, can actually withstand it?

Just when the man was surprised, the beggar suddenly raised his head and smiled fiercely, and under the moonlight, that face looked particularly terrifying.

The next moment, I only saw the beggar exert a little force, and the knife in the man's hand was suddenly snatched away by the beggar.

The man was so frightened that he turned around and ran, feeling that he had definitely bumped into a ghost today, otherwise what would be the matter with this beggar? Terrible, terrible.

There was no footsteps behind him, and the man felt a little strange, turned his head to take a look, only to find that the figure didn't know when, but it had actually arrived behind him.

Silent, walking without sound.

The man was startled by the sudden appearance of his face, and couldn't help but scream loudly.

But in the next second, the voice suddenly disappeared, and the beggar's body had already pounced, grabbed the man's mouth, and pulled it back hard, and the man's neck was suddenly completely exposed.

The blade snatched by the beggar slashed across the man's bulging throat.

This movement was not fast, that slow movement made the man feel the most terrible pain, almost a little clear feeling that his throat was torn open, and he felt the taste of blood gushing out.

Puff, puff, blood spurting.

The man's throat was squirming violently, and his body on the verge of death struggled instinctively violently.

But under this beggar, the man could do nothing.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air, and the man's hands tried to plug the wound on his neck, but he couldn't.

His hands weakly rushed behind him, but he couldn't cause the slightest damage to the beggar, only the scarlet blood smeared on the beggar's face and pupils.

The eyes, which were originally blood-red, were even more covered with a strange color.

During the whole process, the beggar's movements seemed to be very skillful, and the man did not make the slightest sound, as if he had often done this kind of thing before.

About a minute or so passed, and the man's body did not struggle anymore, and after a little convulsion, there was no more movement.

Letting go of his hands, the corpse fell silently to the ground, and a man stood quietly next to the corpse, still clutching the scimitar that was dripping blood in his hand.

The blood was dripping down, and there was confusion in the eyes, and then madness.

Countless images flickered wildly in my mind.

The stimulation of blood, the stimulation of corpses.

That kind of bloody picture seems to stimulate some fragmented memories in the mind, and countless scenes, like a movie, flickering wildly in the mind.

Blood, blood, blood......

Everything is blood-red.

Crushed corpses, gushing blood, earth-shattering explosions, shattered bodies......

The piercing sound of gunfire and near-death screams could still be heard in the ears.

These seem to be images that have been experienced before, and they are the most terrifying memories in the world.

There may be a lot of things that have not been recalled, but the bloodiest side of the mind appeared at this time, and some broken memories were reconnected.

Those pictures brought an indescribable impact, an indescribable tingling pain in the brain, the taste of pain, seemed to have become extraordinarily familiar, holding his head with both hands, and couldn't help but roar wildly at the sky.

It looked like a beast.

That kind of weird and violent sound, many people around heard it, but they all closed the doors and windows one by one, and no one wanted to come over and ask anything.

I don't know how long it took for that roar to come to an end.

The body stood there twitching slightly, but just under the dirty and unkempt hair, there was a strange light in those eyes.

Father...... I'm back again!【Just love Chinese】