In the big room, the young man reached out to open the door of the wardrobe, and after seeing the scene inside, his eyes moved slightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he closed the wardrobe again. Standing around the room for a moment, he slowly walked outside.

The light outside the door poured into the room, and the girl with long hair stood outside the door with a smile, her face was still a little touchingly red, and she had a shallow smile on her lips, and her eyes looked at the person who opened the door from the inside.

"Meng Yu, do you have something to do in my room?"

She looked at him quietly, and her tone was calm, as if it was just an ordinary greeting, without the slightest intention of questioning.

"I got a spare room card at the front desk, and you drank on the plane at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, so I want to come and pack your things for you, and you can rest directly when you come back." Meng Yu smiled back, pulled the door open a bit, and turned sideways to let her in.

Zhou Ran's eyes fell on the clean and tidy room, and then turned his head to look at him, "Cleaned up?" ”

“…… No. As if thinking of something, the young man blushed shyly, avoided her eyes, and said like a mosquito, "I just looked, you don't have anything to pack except for clothes." ”

Her room is very simple, there are no cosmetics that girls love to use, not even skin care supplies, except for the most basic toiletries and shower gel shampoo, there is nothing else, there is no need to clean up at all, and her wardrobe is ...... The boy's palms were a little hot, and his eyelids drooped.

"In the future, I'll do these things myself, you just need to be in charge of my work." Zhou Ran walked to the wardrobe and looked sideways at the young man behind him, "It's been a busy day, you go and rest first." ”

"Okay, I have to catch a flight tomorrow morning, you rest early, good night." Meng Yu looked at her with a warm smile.

"Good night."

The young man walked out of the room and brought the door with him, and the moment the door closed, the smile on Zhou Ran's face gradually disappeared, and his appearance of not being sad or happy was like a lake with no waves.

She turned her head, her slender white hand opened the wardrobe, her eyes looked at the clothes inside, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, she reached through the neatly hung clothes, touched the hard and smooth object, and the smile on her face was even stronger.

The cold white mask lay in her hand, exuding the breath of death under the refraction of the light, the shadows under the hollow eye sockets were strange and hideous, and the complex raised lines were mysterious and supernatural, as if mixed with all the blood and killing in the world, which was inexplicably chilling and terrifying.

Zhou Ran smiled and stroked every line on the mask, as if he was caressing a peerless treasure, his eyes revealing morbid obsession and crazy obsession.

Ahh

Since killing Li Yiming for the first time, the desire to rush out of the body and boil and roll has been calmed down slightly, and when he encountered the poisonous eye again, the desire to calm down strongly broke through the prison cage again. Without the hindrance of restraint, Zhou Ran became reckless, and could no longer restrain the devil in his heart, and raised the thin blade in his hand.

She longs for killing, clings to the intense sensual pleasures of death, seeks the peace of parasitic darkness in the midst of the bloodshed, yes...... Only bathing in endless blood can she feel at peace, and life without death and blood is really very unsettling for her.