Chapter 19 Don't do anything wrong

The killer patted his chest, trying to calm his excitement a bit.

However, I don't know if it was too much force, and the killer suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, and then the entire palm fell off.

"What the hell is this...... What's going on? ”

"The wrist is cut by a sharp blade, and it is expected that you will die from ischemic shock in a maximum of fifteen minutes. If you call the hospital immediately, your palm may be reconnected. Unfortunately, you don't seem to have that chance. ”

Wang Yan's voice came from behind him, and there was no expression on his face, but he felt very shocked in his heart.

Compared to gunfire bombing. Medicine, telekinesis is so convenient.

Formless and substantial, yet seemingly everywhere. With the sharp high-speed steel meteor dart, it is simply a killing weapon.

Slowly retracting the spinning meteor dart, Wang Yan looked at this strange killer, he could be sure that he didn't know this person, let alone any grudges.

In this way, the only possible thing is to buy a murderer. Someone paid to kill him, and he took the task to kill him.

"You...... You...... Why do you ...... Why ......"

Hearing Wang Yan's voice, the killer shook uncontrollably, and then saw the face that made him feel extremely frightened.

"Why didn't I die? Because I'm awesome! ”

Wang Yan didn't have time to waste time with a dead man, so he asked directly, "Why did you kill me?" Who sent you? ”

"Ahem, I'm a killer, taking tasks to make money, and the employer's information is not with me."

The killer didn't pretend to be tough to show Wang Yan, because he really didn't know the information of his employer.

"Okay then."

Hearing the killer's words, Wang Yan nodded, and then turned around to leave.

"You...... Won't you kill me? Ahem......"

"Why should I kill you? Wait a moment and you'll bleed to death, so why should I let myself be involved in murder? ”

Wang Yan shook his head and said.

"Aren't you afraid that my shouts will lure the others over? Aren't you afraid that the murder weapon in your house will be discovered? ”

I don't know what's going on, but the killer suddenly turned into a chatter and chattered about the death-going moment.

"Don't be afraid, stand up straight, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

Wang Yan smiled, turned around and left here.

"Don't do bad things?"

Wang Yan's words made the killer unable to react for a while, and then his head was cut off by the meteor dart in confusion.

High-speed steel has high strength, high hardness, corrosion resistance and wear resistance, which can be said to be a good material for making cold weapons.

The meteor dart that Wang Yan exchanged was produced by the main god, and the level of craftsmanship far exceeded that of the main world, so it was not too easy to cut his head.

Bypassing the surrounding cameras and returning home, Wang Yanzai carefully cleaned up the hair, brain flowers and blood stains on the ground, and sprayed some air freshener to remove the odor.

As for the scattered bones, they were put away and thrown into the pressure cooker, stewed until crispy, and then rushed down the drain.

To be honest, the pressure cooker stewing himself made Wang Yan feel weird, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"Forget it, it's useless to think so much."

After carefully inspecting the room and making sure that there were no mistakes, Wang Yan went out with his backpack.

The place where Wang Yan is located is an ancient city, and half of the old city has been renovated.

The renovated place is prosperous and atmospheric, and the place that has not been renovated is quaint and cold.

Wang Yan lives in the old city, a place that seems very comfortable.

Because of the southward shift of the economic center of gravity, the vast majority of young people are concentrated in the new urban areas with more opportunities, and the old urban areas are left with only some homesick old people and unenterprising gangsters.

The old town is very deserted during the day, and at night there is hardly any movement except for cats and dogs.

"Ahh

The piercing screams suddenly appeared, then stopped abruptly.

Wang Yan turned his head to look at the darkness in the distance, it was a woman's voice, two or three hundred meters away.

In the dimly lit alleyway, a woman huddled in a corner shivering, her tired face full of horror and helplessness. Opposite her was a masked man dressed in black.

There is no doubt that this is an encounter with robbers. As for robbing money and sex, it also depends on the robbers' professionalism and moral consciousness.

"Hurry up and hand over your wallet and mobile phone, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless!"

The robber roared, his tone fierce.

"Big brother, I'm a novelist. I am almost 30 years old this year, and the manuscript fee is less than 3,000 yuan. There are no five insurances and one housing fund, and there are no holidays. Paying rent, water and electricity bills, plus all kinds of necessary daily necessities, I can't even keep 500 yuan a month, and I have to hesitate for two days to eat braised pork. Big brother, please, if the money is given to you, I won't even be able to afford instant noodles for the next half of the month. ”

Hearing the robber's words, the woman fell to her knees with a "poof", and her tears flowed down like a fountain.

The woman's words made the robber stunned for a moment, and then he actually put away the knife in his hand.

"Big sister, I'm also an online writer, writing about the city. I'm about to be forty years old, no car, no house, no girlfriend. Not to mention the low manuscript fee, sometimes I can't even pay the rent, which is forced to come out and rob because I have no choice. ”

The robber wiped away the tears that couldn't help but flow, "The poor pity the poor, the poor man, big sister, you can go." Oh yes, don't take the road to the east, it's full of fantasy, and everyone is crazy. ”

"Thank you! Thank you, big brother! ”

Just as the woman thanked her and was about to leave, a beggar stood up from a dark corner tremblingly and said, "I'm also a writer, I can't even eat when I'm over fifty years old, I'm hungry and full, if it weren't for the many good people now, I'm afraid I would have starved to death." The road to the west can't be walked, and there are a few people squatting there who write martial arts, who haven't eaten for several days, and their eyes are hungry and green. ”

"That'...... And what about those who write science fiction? ”

The woman's body couldn't help but shake a few times, and asked in a low voice.

"I starved to death last month when I wrote science fiction, and when I found it, I was left with only a pile of bones."

The beggar sighed, "These roads are all peers, you better go over the wall and leave." ”

Under the dark night, Wang Yan looked at the back of the woman leaving with a very heavy heart, because when he was just discharged from the army, he also planned to be an Internet writer.

However, the reality is very cruel, his writing level is still in elementary school, and he was sprayed after uploading less than 20,000 words, so he could only delete it angrily, and broke off the idea of being an online writer.

"Writing a book is really a dead end!"

Wang Yan sighed, and his heart was a mess.

If it weren't for the luck of entering the main god space after being headshot by the killer, it is estimated that his fate would not be much better than these people.