Late at night.

The party has just begun, and a group of people in the bar are swaying to the music, venting their excess emotions in the middle of the night.

Less than ten meters away, there was an old alley, the walls were mottled, the dog was lying in the doorway and was asleep, suddenly the door opened, and there was a shouting and scolding from inside, and a girl in a school uniform rushed out of the door, covering her messy clothes, and did not dare to stop for a moment and ran.

"Stop! Little Bunny! I'll let you stop! The man with a cheeky face ran out with a stick as thick as a baby's arm, and chased after him.

"Ahh

She slowly propped herself up, a pair of black martin boots in front of her, and she looked up, and the man's cold gaze fell on her.

Song Zhengyang lowered his eyes and looked at the girl on the ground, put away his knife, put it in his pocket with one hand, and kicked the person covered in blood behind him.

"Damn, dare to run? I have to let a man kill you today! The meaty-faced man walked over, panting.

The girl grabbed Song Zhengyang's leg in a panic.

He stopped, his eyelids drooping, and he didn't feel emotional.

"Help me...... Please......"

It's funny that someone asks for help from someone like him, who only knows how to kill.

Song Zhengyang squatted down, his hand pressed her palm, the corners of his lips wanted to hook up slightly, and when he saw the bright light burning under the girl's eyes, he broke her fingers one by one.

"I don't save people, I only kill people." He spoke, with a cold coldness, and there was no light in his eyes.

The man lying on the ground behind him, silently, is the best proof of this.

The girl was not as scared as he had imagined, but instead stood behind him with a limp and a hoarse voice.

"Please...... Kill him. "Pythagorean Library

It's a flower in a school uniform, but she says something like this.

Song Zhengyang glanced at the man who came over with his waist crossed across from him, and pulled the corners of his lips.

Now that you're in hell, let's drag another person to hell.

......

Next.

"Little ancestor, next to the human bar, two people died, come and take a look." There was the sound of a police car honking on the other end of the road team, and it was estimated that it was on the way over, and there was anxiety and panic in the voice.

Bai Nuan looked at his own family, and still got up.

If you don't work, you can't do it, in another week or two, if Song Zhengyang hasn't been caught, it is estimated that her family will be furious.

Life is not easy, warm sigh.

Bai Nuan drove to the scene of the crime.

When she got out of the car, a cordon had been set up inside, and it was a man and a woman who called the police, they originally planned to take advantage of the time when no one was around, to have fun here, but they didn't expect to find dead people, or two.

One was a fat man with a meaty face, still holding a stick in his hand, his body was broken and placed in an "S" shape, and the thin and tall young man next to him was a little miserable, dismembered and swung in shape.

It's a "B" shape.

The combination is "SB".

The fat man's body was messy, and a large amount of blood was under the two people, as if he had made a drawing paper out of blood, and the two people were the things that were painted.

The picture is bloody and brutal, and even the footprints are not hidden.

Bai Nuan twisted her eyebrows to look at the marks on it, pulled her sleeves, and half-squatted down.