The night is as deep as ink.

When Rong Sheng heard the voice and chased it out, in the dark alley in front of her, she saw a man in a black sweatshirt and a hat holding a sharp dagger, stabbing the middle-aged man in his early forties in front of him again and again.

Bright red blood flowed all over the ground.

The man was begging for mercy, but the person in front of him didn't react at all.

It was her appearance that rekindled the hope of the middle-aged man.

His eyes widened, and he reached out to her for help.

"Help, save me!"

In the dark night, Rong Shang and the middle-aged man looked at each other.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Such a time is undoubtedly the most fatal for him.

"Help, call the police for me." He couldn't help but shout out those words, and his voice was so weak that he couldn't do it.

The man who wounded someone with a knife finally reacted.

He kicked it in.

Bang.

The man who had been stabbed several times was kicked straight away.

As soon as his eyes closed, he didn't seem to know whether he had fainted or died.

[Goddess, why don't you save it? 】

[Save? Rong Sheng pulled away her pink lips and sneered, "Why save it. 】

It's just an equally heinous person.

It's not a pity to die.

She glanced coldly, took a step, and continued to step forward.

The man subconsciously turned his head when he heard the footsteps.

It's just that at this moment, the brim of his hat is pressed extremely low, and Rong Sheng can only see the other party's handsome jaw.

Others, she didn't know.

I guess I thought she was going to call the police.

The man's grim gaze looked at her, watching her step by step.

The hand holding the knife tightened subconsciously, and he took a small step back.

"You see?"

"Hmm."

Isn't this nonsense?

"So ......"

"You want to kill me together?"

Before the man could say anything, Rong Sheng said it for him.

The cold wind blew through the back of his hand, and the man let out a "huh".

A deep, magnetic voice came.

It was cold, so cold that there was no trace of temperature.

Rong Sheng still stopped a meter away from the man, "Do you have any money?" ”

She asked suddenly, and the man seemed to raise his head slightly.

Of course, she still couldn't see what the other party looked like.

"Hmm." Another cold sound came from under the brim of the man's hat.

Rong Sheng smiled, and thought it was funny.

"Then lend me ten dollars."

Ten yuan, enough for her to buy soy sauce.

“……”

Ten pieces?

The man raised his eyebrows, a little ...... Be all abroad.

Knowing that she had nothing else to say, the man simply didn't say a word, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hey."

Rong Sheng looked at the man's cold back and smiled, "Aren't you afraid that I will call the police?" ”

“……”

Still didn't speak.

Rong Shang waited quietly.

After a while, she saw the person in front of her turn slightly sideways, and a very handsome side face appeared in her sight.

The man pulled a small stack of money out of his pocket.

Handing it out, Rong Sheng glanced at it.

Probably nearly a thousand?

Tut.

Rich people are just different.

But she only wanted ten dollars.

"I don't need so much."

"Less nonsense."

A displeased voice came from under the brim of his hat, and the man's hand stretched forward, and Rong Shang glanced at it, his eyes teasing.

There are also people who give money like this.

But she knew that this person was just killing someone, and his heart was weak.

Stretching out his hand, Rong Shang pinched the small stack of RMB.

But inadvertently, her fingertips touched his.

At that moment, she only had one feeling, that is, it was cold to the bone.

Yes, his hands are not generally cold.

Probably, the reason why I wore a sweatshirt?