As the night deepened, the snow outside the window gradually stopped.

Under the warm lamp, the man stood in front of the frost-filled floor-to-ceiling window, and the light stretched his figure long, long.

A pure and indifferent body.

From time to time, there was movement next door, stumbling, she didn't seem to understand the structure of this room, and was looking around.

After about half an hour, there was no movement and it seemed that I had fallen asleep.

He turned around and opened the door without hurrying.

Walked to the door and grabbed his coat and put it on, the trench coat was very thin, he didn't seem to feel too cold, and the temperature dropped sharply in the middle of the night.

Although the snow has stopped, the bitter cold wind is biting.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

The neighborhood was exceptionally quiet, and he walked alone on the snowy section, and the sound of footsteps echoed infinitely.

There is a kind of leisurely contentment.

Inexplicably, it makes people feel a chill down their spine.

He came to Song Zhinuan's apartment and looked up at the dark house.

There is a coldness in his well-informed eyes.

Because he was in a hurry to take Song Zhinuan out at that time, he didn't lock the iron door outside.

Besides, there are already people inside, and no matter how much it is locked, it seems to be useless.

He stretched out his hand, which was ten points more beautiful than a woman's hand, and pushed the door open.

"Squeak"

In the silence of the night, there was a clear sound, slightly irritating the eardrums.

He walked in with a sense of ease.

Inside the yard is a bluestone pavement, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on it echoes not lightly or heavily.

Although the footsteps are not very loud, they can still be heard if they are not far away.

And in the room, behind the heavy curtains, a pair of cold eyes kept watching Bai Chumo walk into the courtyard so casually.

The knife in his hand was clenched tightly, reflecting a cold light from the glass.

He keenly looked up at the window, and almost at that moment, a dagger flew out of the window, incredibly fast, as if with a sharp force that pierced the air.

Bai Chumo squinted, and his steps were extremely fast and two steps back, which could be dodged.

Poof!

The dagger plunged into the frozen soil of the flower bed on the side.

He looked up again, and the man instantly turned away from the window.

The figure was very agile, and Bai Chumo immediately ran to the back of the courtyard.

But the man was very fast, and when he passed, a black figure disappeared in the darkness in the distance.

Ran away -

Bai Chumo raised his eyebrows lightly, but there was no big surprise.

Ignoring the man who ran away, he turned around and looked at the ground.

The snow left a footprint that spread in the direction the man had just left.

But he withdrew his gaze indifferently and went in another direction.

Walking around the apartment, it was like a walk, too leisurely.

Eventually, his gaze was fixed on a dead tree, one branch broken, pitifully drooping.

And this dead tree happened to be in her bedroom window.

The snow-white wall, leaving half a footprint, with the toes pointing outward, the man jumped out of the bedroom window.

But......

There was a faint hint of interest in his eyes.

He looked at the half-footprint that was not very obvious.

"It's two people......"

When Song Zhinuan first came back, there was one person in the room, and the one he had just met was another.

Is this a surprise?

How many people did the little guy provoke?

After staying in the courtyard for a long time, he returned the same way as if nothing had happened.

At the very least, the person just now didn't have the courage to come over again in the near future.

But the first person ...... Not necessarily.