Blood will gush out of the neck.

The wind blew quietly through the alley, and it was extremely cold.

There was a small pool of stagnant water on the ground, and Song Yiyi raised her hand to prop it up away from the stagnant water, ready to probe out.

But as soon as she poked out her little head, her movements froze, her hairs stood on end, and screams almost poured out of her throat.

The stagnant water reflected what she couldn't see, and the man's hand held the knife, dangling above......

That is, the man...... He's on the side.

He knew everything, but he was teasing her like a prey.

Breathing shortly, Song Yiyi tried her best to calm down.

But inevitably your hands will tremble.

Her hands shook and her body almost went out, but she hurriedly retracted herself, pretending that she was seriously injured and needed to crawl out slowly.

I was constantly thinking about how to escape the current situation.

It's almost a dead end.

Unarmed girl, experienced murderer......

Song Yiyi's eyes were red, her teeth were trembling, and she finally grabbed the stick on the side.

I pressed my phone.

Because it is silent, there is no sound.

Tang Yimian didn't get through, she sniffed, and when her hand was exploring outside, she left a message for Tang Yimian.

"Mianmian, I love you very much, you are alone, and you have to live well."

"Hehe......" Before she could finish her words, there was laughter outside, eerie and terrifying.

Some of them were recorded.

Song Yiyi raised her head, and her eyes met Song Zhengyang, who was squatting in front of her.

Song Zhengyang tilted his head to look at her, licked the bloody knife, and the corners of his lips were also dyed red.

"Good evening, girl."

"Ahh

Song Zhengyang didn't do it immediately, watching her go crazy, and laughing even more gloomily.

His little girl, when she died, how much pain should she have, why should these people live well?

……

There was a frenzied struggle, the knife sank into the body, and blood spurted out and splashed on the ground.

Song Yiyi leaned against the wall, staggering, covering her chest, and when she spoke, blood gushed out of her mouth.

Song Zhengyang looked at her like this, hooked the corners of his lips, and moved aside a little: "Give you thirty seconds, you can run away, I won't kill you." ”

He enjoys this process of chasing his prey, giving it hope and crushing it with his own hands.

He prefers to torture people's bodies and minds through death rather than direct killing.

Who wouldn't want to live if they could live?

Even if she was covered in blood, she wanted to live.

Song Yiyi started to run, leaning against the wall and limping.

In the process of running, she casually threw her mobile phone into the courtyard on the side, and behind her was Song Zhengyang slowly reporting the number.

"Fifteen ......"

"Fourteen ......"

……

Where it rained...... Exceptionally slippery.

"Bang-" She fell into the muddy water, embarrassed, her eyes mesmerized by the water, and she lay on the ground and vomited blood.

Hope was crushed, and she heard the faint sound of the count.

"Three ......"

"Two ......"

"One ......"

Song Zhengyang stepped on the water, walking along the blood stains on the ground, little by little.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the process of waiting for death.

knew that he couldn't escape, but he still had a little heart in his heart, thinking that he might escape.

But ......

How is that possible?

There is no such possibility.

Song Yiyi closed her eyes, and tears fell into the blood.