In the crowd, a man stood very inconspicuously.

There is no need for a name, so let's call it a misanthropic man.

The misanthropic man looks like he is in his early thirties, and at first glance he knows that he is a failure in life. His hair is messy and greasy, like the worst chicken nest, his small eyes have the temperament of a Korean who has not undergone plastic surgery, and his complexion is yellow and dirty. He had a gloomy face, a beige thick cloth jacket and jeans, a pair of dirty boots, and a slightly dazed look in his eyes, as he walked with his hands in his pockets.

His eyes were very scattered, but the direction of travel was clear, and he went straight towards a building a hundred meters away. A few days ago, out of kindness, his friend on the road told him where his girlfriend worked, and that was there. Today is the time for action, and after hanging up the phone many times but being ignored, the misanthropic man decides to act.

He has an eye on the street environment, and as a road-side man, he is well aware of the importance of this kind of work.

On the right side of the street is a row of custom shops, those old buildings with a height of about ten floors and an average of five floors, each of which can accommodate at least three large shops, and the one where my girlfriend works is in front of it. On the left side is a row of ordinary storefronts, with shopping malls, izakayas, and of course, custom shops and kiosei. The streets are full of pedestrians, how many have had sex with his girlfriend, and how many are not good people?

A young woman approached her, and the misanthropic suddenly had a strange thought and walked towards her.

"Oops!"

The young woman was bumped, staggered, and subconsciously felt a tingling pain in her lower abdomen, looked back and frowned and shouted: "How do you walk, don't you look at the dots!?" ”

The misanthropic looked back indifferently, still in the same beige jacket, and waved his right hand at the young woman.

"Huh?"

The young woman blinked, stunned.

The man carried a blood-stained knife in his hand.

"Ah...... Ahh......hhh Ahhhh......h

A tingling pain in her abdomen aroused the young woman's attention, and she looked down and her body began to tremble. There is blood, there is blood, there is blood, there is blood, the thin white down is being polluted by Yin Hong's bloodstains, and a clear crack is opened on the delicate fabric.

"Ahh

In the next second, amid the screams of the young woman, the misanthropic stepped forward with an arrow and stabbed out, piercing deep through her neck!

"What!?"

"Wow! Are you kidding!? ”

"Murder! Kill! ”

For a while, the streets were full of screams, pedestrians scattered in all directions, terrified, and many people stood up in surprise or retreated in panic at the entrances of shops on both sides of the street, all of them stunned. I saw that in the middle of the street, the young woman in white was clutching her injured neck, blood gushing out one by one, and it didn't take a few seconds for her body to fall to the ground. The man with dirty and greasy hair stood aside, his expression indifferent, and his mouth was constantly muttering.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault, it's all your fault......"

"Bastard, what are you doing!?"

"It's not the same as it says, bastard!"

Suddenly, several men burst out of the crowd, and one of them didn't say a word, but threw a punch directly at the misanthrope!

The iron fist is right in the head, but the misanthropic is fine, and he is not suffering from the elite and orderly police to catch the thief. The heroes are ordinary people, at least it seems, there are out-of-town tourists wearing cameras, there are ordinary white-collar workers in suits and leather shoes, but there is only one person who does it.

The misanthropic and the group of Xianchong had nothing to say, and they weren't even very motivated when they acted, he just walked with his head down, carrying a knife and stabbing the man who punched him.

However, the man, a hip-hop youth, was nimble enough to dodge and avoid his attacks. None of the righteous and brave men acted rashly, probably waiting for the police to arrive, and they surrounded the misanthropic for fear that he would attack the people on the periphery, and lead him into the streets in an orderly manner, at least according to the plan......

"Ahh

Suddenly, with a lunge, the misanthropic passed through the encirclement and stabbed a middle-aged man in the left chest, and the blood instantly stained the red and white shirt!

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

The hip-hop youth was furious, looked back at the passers-by on the periphery and shouted: "Since they are all screaming there non-stop, what are you still watching, don't you know how far to run?" Just knowing the call, the body also moves, idiot! ”

A word that woke up the person in the dream, in fact, the passers-by were stunned, who can often see the knife wielder on the street? Why these heroes can be so capable, everyone has no time to think, one person trembled and dialed the police, but because he was still standing stupidly at the door of the convenience store on the side of the road, he was stabbed into the lower abdomen by a misanthrope in the blink of an eye!

"Hello, hello? Hello? ”

The phone fell to the ground, and the operator kept asking, and after three or two rings, there was no movement. But it shouldn't be because there is no sound, because the phone is lying flat on the ground with screams everywhere in the voice, and this operator should be able to hear it.

So then, it's time for action!

The hip-hop youth stared at the bastard misanthrope and glanced at the middle-aged white-collar worker next to him.

“…… Fast! ”

The middle-aged white-collar worker nodded vigorously!

There were a total of seven people surrounding the misanthropes, and although they didn't come forward because the other party was holding a knife, they also formed an encirclement. There were two reasons why he couldn't stay on the streets, and the hip-hop youth punched the misanthropic in the head, attracting enough hatred and then decisively retreating!

"Kill you, kill you, kill you......"

The encirclement led the madman forward, and Rao was unexpectedly surprised, and managed to bring him to the target building. The surrounding passers-by have long run out, and the hip-hop youth is staring at the stairs upstairs, with a body of hatred, and there is a stop at the staircase!

"Damn, bastard, there's a kind of going head-to-head with me!?"

Then start taunt mode!

"Kill you, kill you, kill you......"

The misanthropic silently recited the fixed lines, and the two smashes in the head did not hurt him, he just moved forward with his head forward, carrying a knife, his eyes were blank, and his mouth kept repeating the fixed lines.

"Damn, it's really up!"

The hip-hop youth quickly rushed up the stairs and shouted like this, but his movements were not chaotic at all. However, the staircase space was narrow and complicated, and he had undoubtedly put himself in danger, so the other besiegers were also making a gesture to pounce on the man, and some of them successfully attacked, but they were basically forced away by his edge.

"You guys, hurry up and see the wounded!"

Middle-aged white-collar workers spoke like bosses, out-of-town tourists wearing cameras, and college students who were curious about spring, they immediately withdrew from the encirclement, turned around and ran the same way.

Just as in front of the roadside bar more than 100 meters away, Midong Aoyama scolded angrily.

"What the hell is this bullshit unfolding!?"