Xiao Yuan, who was excited, rushed to the bedroom door and reached out to grab the doorknob.

At this moment, the bedroom door suddenly opened inward.

A cold light flashed!

Xiao Yuan subconsciously blocked it with his hand, and with a sharp pain, there was a bloody opening on his hand, and the blood spilled on the floor.

With a scream, he staggered back and forth.

The sharp pain and scarlet blood suddenly woke his mind that was carried away by excitement.

Xiao Yuan looked into the bedroom with a flustered expression.

A homeless man with a gloomy gaze came into view.

The guy was dressed in purple rags, and his long hair was curly with a greasy shawl.

The thick beard almost covered the dark face, and it was not clear to see the face, only a pair of fierce eyes made people impressed.

In his hand, he was clenching a sharp knife dripping blood, and his body exuded a dangerous aura.

"You'd better hurry up and ......" Xiao Yuan covered the bleeding wound, and when he thought that Wen Yiqian was still watching, he could only scold with courage.

However, before he finished speaking, the homeless man had already brandished the sharp knife in his hand and stabbed him mercilessly!

Xiao Yuan hurriedly retreated and dodged, but the other party was like a mad dog, when he used the knife, he seemed to care about the consequences at all, and the knife was close to the point.

In the blink of an eye, there were two more wounds on his body, and he was almost scared to pee.

Ordinary criminals will pay attention to it when they do it, and try not to kill people, so as not to end badly.

But this guy in front of him doesn't talk much, just like the king of Hades who is asking for his life, and he looks like he can't wait to kill Xiao Yuan immediately.

"Help! Help me! Killed! Xiao Yuan was completely frightened by this madman, and cried and cried.

If he fights, he is not afraid at all, but the other party is going to kill!

Wen Yiqian was a little speechless for a while when he saw this guy's appearance.

But he could see that the homeless man seemed to be a little mentally abnormal.

Even burglary is not a big crime.

is discovered, far from killing, where will it be like this guy in front of him, looking like he is not dying.

If this continues, Xiao Yuan may really be stabbed to death!

It's too late to call for help now.

But if Wen Yiqian went up to fight with the other party, he definitely didn't have the courage.

Stomping his feet, he gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Hey, don't hurt anyone, if you want to go, go directly, we won't stop you!"

With that, he stepped back behind the couch to make way out of the main entrance.

Hearing this, the homeless man looked up at Wen Yiqian.

"Please!" Wen Yiqian shrunk his neck and pointed to the open door.

The homeless man stared at the door for a while, and suddenly rushed towards Wen Yiqian with a knife.

"Isn't it? Eldest brother! Wen Yiqian complained bitterly, and hurriedly ran away around the sofa, "We have no grievances in the past and no hatred in the near future, why bother?" ”

The homeless man still didn't say a word, and suddenly stabbed out, but was dodged by the other party, but left a hole on the sofa, revealing the cotton inside.

"Big brother, I really can't afford to lose!" Wen Yiqian's heart trembled when he saw this scene.

Although this knife did not pierce him, it pierced his wallet, and his heart hurts!

The homeless man turned a deaf ear, his face did not fluctuate at all, and continued to launch a frantic pursuit.

Xiao Yuan, who was stabbed several times, hurriedly seized this opportunity and quietly slipped out of the door.

When he fled to the door, he didn't forget to turn back to Wen Yiqian and said, "Brother Qian, I'll go find someone to help, you hold on, come on, you can do it!"

With that, he made a gesture from Ollie and disappeared into the doorway.

"I ......" Wen Yiqian took a mouthful of old blood and rushed to his throat, and before he could say the dirty words, he was interrupted by a sharp knife.

"Huh~"

The knife almost grazed his body, leaving a long cut in his clothes.

Wen Yiqian was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly concentrated on avoiding the other party's pursuit around the sofa, and at the same time persuaded him bitterly.

"It's no good for you to kill me, you can go!"

"If you don't leave, the police will come, and you won't be able to run away if you want to."

"If you leave now, you will definitely be able to escape, and you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison, right?"

This kind of mentally abnormal guy doesn't eat oil and salt, and Wen Yiqian's mouth cannon that he relies on to survive has no effect at all.

At this time, in order to avoid the other party's ferocious knife, Wen Yiqian accidentally tripped over the corner of the coffee table next to him and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, he couldn't control so much, so he could only treat the dead horse as a live horse doctor and start performing.

In the blink of an eye, there has been a drastic change in his eyes.

The homeless man will not be polite, taking advantage of this opportunity, like a vicious dog, he flew up, and the sharp knife in his hand cruelly stabbed Wen Yiqian's heart!

Wen Yiqian grabbed the blade of the knife, the tip of the knife against his chest, and as the homeless man continued to exert force downward, the blood stained his clothes red little by little.

The homeless man folded his left hand on the hilt of his right hand again, and pressed down with all his might, approaching little by little.

"Hah...... Hahahaha......"

The tip of the knife pierced the flesh little by little, and Wen Yiqian's expression was unprecedentedly excited, and he laughed nervously.

Even the homeless man felt a little weird and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"Bang!"

Wen Yiqian raised his head and slammed his head on the homeless man's head!

At this moment, he didn't seem to think of his head as his own at all, as if he was using a solid iron ball, using all his strength.

The two heads collided, and the powerful and dull sound made it inevitable that the scalp would be numb even if others heard it.

As soon as it was dark in front of him, the homeless man looked in a trance, and the strength in his hands immediately relaxed.

"Hahaha......"

Wen Yiqian's smile became more and more crazy, holding the other party's head with both hands, and once again slammed into it with his own head.

Again and again, again and again......

Blood ran down their foreheads.

In the face of such a suicidal attack, the homeless man was powerless, his eyes were white, his headache was splitting, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Wen Yiqian only got up at this time, staggered a few steps, and finally stood firm.

With a calm smile on his face, he pulled the homeless man's long hair and dragged him to the bathroom like a dead dog.

Immediately, Wen Yiqian found another bundle of rope, a stool and a stack of papers.

Calmly tied the homeless man to the stool with his hands and feet on his back.

Immediately after, he used a rope to fix the opponent's head, so that the homeless man could only maintain a posture with his back facing the sky all the time.

"Brush~"

Wen Yiqian faced the homeless man's face and opened the shower head.

Washed by the cold water, the delirious homeless man gradually recovered and began to struggle desperately.

Stepping on the stool with one foot, Wen Yiqian smiled at the other party.

Slowly, he took two pieces of paper, applied them to the other person's face like a mask, and sprinkled them with a little water.

Water, soaking the paper little by little, was thoroughly attached to the homeless man's face.

The homeless man gradually felt breathless and tried to poke the paper on his face with his tongue.

But Wen Yiqian obviously wouldn't give him this opportunity, and concentrated on laying layers of paper on his face.

And then...... Sprinkling.