Chapter 203: His eyes are very good, and his eyes are very good

The room was dark and he couldn't see his fingers, and the person sitting in the room was wrapped in a black cloak that blended into the night, his eyes closed, and his breathing was a little rapid. Perhaps it was because the smell of the woman's boudoir made him feel very comfortable, so he hesitated for a moment and then got up and walked to the bed, then lay down on the bed, buried his head deep in the soft quilt and sniffed vigorously.

It was a strange feeling, and he felt a little guilty as he had never entered the woman's room, and more of a curiosity. A guy who kills people without blinking an eye is actually a little uneasy because he enters the woman's boudoir, which makes him feel a little ridiculous. So he smiled, showing his white teeth.

If it was in the sun, his smile must be beautiful.

He has two rows of very neat and white teeth, and the corners of his mouth are very soft when he smiles. If he is willing to wash his face carefully and carefully, he may still be a man who is not too ugly. I don't know if it's because he's lazy or deliberate, his face is dirty, and the smell of blood in the dirt is still disgusting, although it has dissipated. And in fact, it's a very weird face. His eyes are young, but his skin is so old that he already has a lot of age spots.

He wanted to pull the quilt over and cover his body, and feel the comfortable bed and comfortable quilt. But the outstretched hand stiffened in mid-air, and he didn't dare.

Eventually, he sighed slightly. I got up and sorted out my messy quilt, and even pinched a hair that I had fallen out on the quilt. He could easily see a single hair in the dark, and he would be surprised if he were to see it. The Great Sui man also grew his hair, but this man's hair was very short.

His face was disgusting, and anyone might want to vomit when they saw such a face while eating. But his hands were surprisingly clean, and there was not even a trace of dirt in the cracks of his nails. His hands were a little 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 must not be flexible enough.

The clothes on his body were also very strange, the black-looking cloak was actually a gray cloth robe torn and remade, and it was too dirty so it turned black. The thread sewing this cloak is very thick and the craftsmanship is thicker, if the daughter-in-law of someone's family is so ugly, maybe she will be ashamed to death by her mother-in-law.

He left the bed and sat down in his chair, looking down at his cloak in a daze.

"It's ugly"

After a while, he suddenly muttered to himself in a very low voice. I don't know if he said that he was ugly, whether he was talking about his own cloak or something else. But there is a lot of disgust in those two words, a real disgust.

When he looked up, he saw a large-headed rag doll hanging from the window. It was tied with a handkerchief wrapped in rags and was very easy to make. The white handkerchief is painted with curved eyebrows, round eyes, and a mouth with a large upturned curve. 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, hanging in the window or wanting to see the happy smile on the baby's face often.

Because the window was closed, he didn't see the rag doll at first. He got up and walked over and took the doll off the window and looked at it carefully. It seems that he likes it very much, and even rubs it on his face a few times. Then he tied the ragdoll to his belt, very carefully and seriously.

When he tied the rag doll, something suddenly came to mind, and then a wisp of tangled appeared between his eyebrows.

Kill?

Don't kill?

He murmured.

Looking at the rag doll swaying at his waist, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave. He knew that he was very naïve and idiotic in this decision, and if he took a rag doll and let the woman live, such a decision would definitely be scolded by him if the people who taught him knew.

The figure of the man 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 for everything?

Why?

You taught me the ability to kill, and I want to obey your will in everything? No, no, no, the ability to kill people was not taught to me, but I learned it myself from elsewhere. Don't try to control me anymore, I'm gone, I'm going to live my own life, I'm going to have my own life!

I don't care about you!

He suddenly squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and the expression on his face was painful.

You don't want me to change back to that me, since I'm already back, I won't go back with you! I'm me, not you! Yes, I'm killing people, but it's for me, 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're crazy!

The man squatting on the ground raised his head violently, his eyes full of murderous intent. I don't know what he just went through, and the expression on his face that was already a little weird became more and more hideous. 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 soft and hoarse, and he didn't know why he was still a little tired.

In the mirror, he looked at him outside the mirror with disdain, and the contempt was unbearable. Outside the mirror, he roared lowly, "Why do you look down on me? Now I've become very powerful, and if you dare to look at me like that again, I'll kill you, I'll kill you! ”

Then he raised his hands and grabbed his neck, very hard.

"Hehe, I'm afraid!"

He smiled triumphantly, speaking in a shrill voice because he was breathless.

"In the future, you go yours, I go mine!"

He said to himself in the mirror: "I don't want to kill today, but I won't kill you!" ”

Then he turned around and was about to leave, when at this time, the voice of the old housekeeper of the General's Mansion suddenly sounded in the courtyard: "Miss is back...... Who is this child? ”

He ran to the window and pushed it open a small gap to look out. He saw the schoolgirl standing in the doorway, as if she was talking to the guy named Fang Jie. He must have thanked him for escorting him home, and he could see the twisted and shy expression on her face.

And the guy named Fang Xie said two words and then left, and he saw the very beautiful woman standing behind Fang Jie. He could feel the strength of the woman, so he chose to give up halfway through. Just like the night when he first met Fang Xie in Chang'an City, he also suppressed the urge to go down and kill. That guy is the hardest one to kill, so stay for last.

He pursed his lips and thought to himself that since you were unlucky, don't blame me. Why don't you come back a little later, why? If you come back late and I'll be gone for a while, you'll be safe...... At the very least, it's safe tonight.

It's an ordinary-looking but cute girl, and it would be a pity if she died, right?

……

……

The tiny slit in the window closed, and the man wrapped in a cloak walked back to his chair and sat down. He faced the door, his hand sticking out of his cloak. The moment Marilyn pushed open the door and walked in, she must have been surprised why there was a dark shadow in the room.

And when people are panicked, there will naturally be many, many flaws, then she will die. Even if he killed a woman whose cultivation was not very high, he had already made some calculations. This is another perfect murder case, and it is impossible for the arresters of Chang'an Mansion to find any clues.

He closed his eyes and counted in his mind. He had calculated that it would not take more than fifty steps from the doorway to the room, and even if the woman's steps were a little smaller, they would not exceed fifty-three steps. When the woman who walked to the door raised her hand to push the door, he opened her eyes a little earlier.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the darkness on the outside seemed to be much lighter than the inside. So after the door opens, it takes a while for the people outside the door to adjust to the light in the room. At this moment, the *** in the cloak got up, waiting for the woman to enter the room. If he wants to kill, he wants to kill perfectly. After killing the woman silently in the house, he would wait until he was asleep again in the General's mansion before leaving. Then he rushed to the next place, and 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.

It was the only thing he thought was right when the man said it.

The woman standing in the doorway paused for only a moment, then stepped in. Then she turned and closed the door, and felt the fire fold on the table that entered the door.

Just as the fire was about to light up, he suddenly struck.

He had already calculated his next move, killing, and then catching the fire fold. Light the candle and then he will control the woman's body and walk back to the bed on his own. No one outside would ever notice his presence, and then he would cover the woman with a quilt, the quilt he had just sniffed deeply.

His fingers were as sharp as knives, but he didn't want to ruin the woman's appearance. In the daytime, he had seen from afar, and this woman was not beautiful but endearing. He decided to pour his fingers through the back of her head and grind her brain directly. There was not a single trauma to be seen, and she would die peacefully.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the back of the woman's head, he suddenly flipped backwards. There was a soft thud, and the cloak he was draping over his body fell from mid-air. As the fragments of the cloak fluttered and fell, the woman flicked the flames and turned around, then smiled.

The man wrapped in the cloak had a look in his eyes full of surprise.

This woman is not Marilyn.

It was the woman beside Fang Xie who had the color of a fallen city, she was standing at the door with a fire fold, her other hand was empty, but he clearly felt that her empty hand was holding a sharp long sword. There was no doubt that if he reacted a little slower, the previous sword qi would have stabbed his body. The Shen Tilt Fan that doesn't need a sword seems to be even more terrifying.

"Surprised?"

Shen Tianfan said lightly: "You shouldn't open the window and look out through a gap, because you don't know that there is a person with particularly good eyes outside...... His name is Fang Jie, do you want to kill him? ”

Without waiting for the man to answer, Shen Tianfan continued: "You think, you want to kill Fang Xie on the night he took the Red Sleeve Move. So...... You can die. ”

She didn't move, but the man wrapped in the cloak immediately retreated. He kept waving his hand to block, as if there was an invisible sword in the air that kept stabbing and slashing.

Not a handle.

The Shen Fan holding the fire fold slowly stepped forward, and the man wrapped in the cloak stepped back step by step. On the ground between the two people, on the table next to them, on the wall, and on the window, there were thin sword marks. One by one, densely packed. There was a click, and the table shattered. With a nail, the bronze mirror broke from the middle. There was a thud, and the bed collapsed.

Countless marks were crackled on the hard ground and walls, and many more cracks appeared in almost every blink of an eye.

The man wrapped in the cloak turned around and slammed out of the window, and then he saw the man with a sunny smile called Fang Jie.

A punch is coming!

PS: Let the red ticket fly a little longer.