Liu Sponge stood at the window and watched quietly.

Until Feng Miao's face was completely peeled off, he didn't have the idea of stepping forward to stop it.

The man peeled off his face and carefully placed it in a box he had with him.

After doing this, the man bent down and picked up the iron pestle that had been placed on the ground.

The iron pestle looked very blunt, and Liu Sponge couldn't help but gasp as he watched the man raise the iron pestle and aim it at Feng Miao's heart with a sharper end.

It was also at this time that the siren suddenly sounded.

It seems that a police car is coming this way from a distance.

When the man heard the sound of the siren, he subconsciously shuddered, hurriedly dropped the iron pestle in his hand, and ran towards the door quickly.

Liu Sponge was afraid that the man would find him, so he hurriedly squatted down and hid under the window edge.

The man walked in a hurry and didn't notice Liu Sponge.

In a few moments, the man's hurried footsteps disappeared into the night.

After Liu Sponge was sure that the man had gone away, he quietly sneaked into the house.

Originally, he thought that Feng Miao had passed out.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he walked in front of Feng Miao, he was caught off guard and Feng Miao came to look at each other.

Feng Miao's eyes looked directly at Liu Sponge, her bloody mouth opened, and she spit out a sentence with difficulty.

"Hai, Brother Hai, save, save me......"

Looking at Feng Miao's miserable face, Liu Sponge felt fear at this time. Rainbow Literature Network

"Who's that man?" Liu Sponge endured the fear in his heart and asked coldly.

Thinking that Feng Miao knew other men besides himself, the anger in Liu Sponge's heart was like a flame, and it rose suddenly, almost to cover up his instinctive fear.

"I, I don't know." Every time Feng Miao said a word, he almost had to use all his strength.

"You don't know?" Liu Sponge didn't believe what Feng Miao said at all, he felt that the reason why that man wanted to kill Feng Miao must have had a holiday with Feng Miao.

Imagine that Feng Miao had to break up with him recently, Liu Sponge felt that Feng Miao had cheated, so he couldn't wait to get rid of him.

Thinking so, Liu Sponge dropped the knife in his hand and picked up the iron pestle on the ground instead.

He felt that killing people with an iron pestle was perhaps more refreshing than a knife.

Under Feng Miao's pleading eyes, Liu Sponge took the iron pestle and stabbed her frantically in the chest.

The tip of the iron pestle was not that sharp, and he smashed it frantically several times before smashing through Feng Miao's chest.

It wasn't until the iron pestle penetrated Feng Miao's chest that Liu Sponge stopped his movements and looked at Feng Miao.

Feng Miao was out of breath, she was lying on the chair with her head tilted, her eyes no longer bright, but there was a smile on the corner of her lips, as if sarcastic.

After Liu Sponge confirmed that Feng Miao was dead, his originally impulsive mind suddenly calmed down a lot.

Realizing that he had really killed someone, Liu Sponge knew that it was useless to panic.

He suddenly thought of the serial murder cases they had here in the past few days, and the criminal always liked to throw the body under the bridge hole, so he planned to imitate the criminal and throw Feng Miao under the bridge hole, he felt that by doing this, no one should suspect him.

Thinking so, Liu Sponge did the same.

After Chi Jiao watched Liu Sponge throw Feng Miao's body under the bridge, she left triumphantly, looking at Liu Sponge's eyes, which were as cold as knives.