The boy sat on the bed, his dark eyes observing his surroundings, and he had just seen the man who had just beaten him go out.

So...... He should be back again, so he can lay out the room in this house.

The clogs were under the bed, and they were supposed to be worn by a woman.

In other words, this is supposed to be a woman's house, so why did you see the searcher just now?

The boy thought calmly, but still didn't think of the answer.

And the voice in his head kept making a lot of noise, and although he didn't pay the slightest attention, it still made people very irritated.

He picked up the clogs in his hand and took out a scalpel from his pocket, which "he" had taken out in the hospital and was now in use.

He was going to create a scene where there was someone in the room and have that one of the searchers come and check it.

While it would have been better to wait for the searcher to return to the cabin, he intended to create enough fear for the searcher.

And he saw a black-and-white photo on the table, in which the woman was holding a thin thread, as if she was playing with the thread, and she was unusually focused.

And the woman was wearing the pair of clogs in his hand.

The boy glanced at a strong young man beside the woman, who was the same investigator who had just hit him.

"It should be a husband and wife." The boy muttered to himself. "What would you think of if you found your wife in a cabin? It's really exciting. ”

He found a dead end and began to tap the plank rhythmically, making a "click" sound.

"Dash...... Da Da ...... Da ......"

It's not the sound of military boots, but a pair of bamboo clogs, which can also make the sound of military boots.

The searcher misheard, and if he listened carefully, then he could know that this was the bamboo clogs worn by the matchmaker, and a pair of such clogs were placed in the wooden house.

Then he can know that it is the boy who is luring him in, and he can do what he wants.

The teenager who lured him in was subdued, but now he was outside, nervously listening to the sound of clogs tapping on the ground.

……

A young man was holding the bamboo sandals in his hand, rhythmically tapping the ground, but his dark eyes were staring at the entrance tightly, and he was holding a scalpel brought out of the hospital in his hand.

"Dash...... Da Da ...... Da ......"

He waited quietly like a hunter, not tired of the absence of his prey.

"...... out of my body!"

The voice of the original owner of the body came out of his mind, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, and the clogs in his hand didn't stop and disrupt the rhythm at all because of the sound in his head.

"...... Get out! It's not yours! This is my body!"

The voice in his head was still yelling at him, but he didn't pay any attention to it, and after a while, the voice seemed to be a little tired.

Somewhat tired and crying, he said, "Leave my body, please." ”

But he still didn't reply, he was hunting, and he couldn't be disturbed by other things, it was his habit.

His inky eyes were fixed on the entrance, and if the searcher came, it would be ......

He glanced at the knife in his hand, then gripped it tightly. Some of them made a smile with bad intentions, but they didn't make any sound.

"Who are you?"

A young voice came from outside the entrance, and he was a little curious about who made it, and it sounded familiar.

It seemed that the owner of the body had heard somewhere, but it was none of his business, and he continued to stare at the entrance.

"Who are you?"

At the moment when this voice came out, the bamboo clogs in his hand hit the ground with a slight pause, and instead of keeping up with the previous rhythm, he chose not to hit the ground at one time.

He was wondering who the owner of that voice was, he had definitely heard it, but he probably didn't remember it.

But it didn't matter, he could remember slowly, he was sure that the owner of the voice would speak again.

The voice came again, he was a little puzzled, but he didn't go out, he was stuck in a dead corner now, as long as the searcher outside the door came in, no matter how much he paid attention, he couldn't save the situation of his death.

But if he moves, this situation will be broken.

Although the voice was somewhat familiar, the boy was still not impulsive, he was afraid that if the searcher outside the door really tempted him with this voice, then ...... When the time comes, he will die.

"Who are you?"

The tender voice began to sharpen, and there was a click outside, as if it were a broken neck.

He calmly thought about the current situation, he was very similar to the owner of his body at that time, and the man did not yell in his head.

It seemed to become quieter, and began to think of a solution.

The boy held the clogs in his other hand and beat rhythmically on the ground again, and he still had no intention of going out.

But when the girl made a sound, the rhythm of the clogs in his hand hitting the ground broke down a little, but after adjusting it, it was immediately better.

He was only going to hold on for now, wait for the people from outside to come in, and then finish it with a knife.

That's his plan, simple and crude.

"Don't you know who you are?"

The voice came out again, the sentence changed, and he remembered who the owner of the voice was.

The bamboo sandals in his hand were casually thrown aside, and he took a step towards the entrance, he was going to go out!

If he didn't know the owner of the voice, he wouldn't have the slightest chance of going out, and he would be able to do it, this was his principle.

And...... Once he goes out, he will inevitably break this situation where heaven and earth are human and all, but when he is sure of the voice outside the door, he doesn't have so many worries.

The boy walked towards the entrance, but there was some panic in his heart, he was not sure that the goblin outside would remember him.

It was just that he needed to make sure, and he heard the sound of his neck being twisted twice, then the searcher might have died.

The target of his hunt died, but was killed by someone he knew, and he was a little unhappy.

Anyone would be unhappy if the hunting target was snatched, and he had waited so long.

He stepped out and saw the people outside the door...... Sure enough, as he expected, his pitch-black purple pupils looked at the searcher who was looking at the ground, and it was his prey.

It's just that now it's half-dead, lying on the ground.

The prey looked at him with great difficulty, and he walked over step by step, closing the searcher's eyes.

"Goodbye, my prey." He muttered, then looked at the people outside the door......