Where did you get all this money? Is there anything left? 】

Jingsheng pulled out his bank card and put it back in his pocket. Re: [None.] 】

Chen Xuefeng looked at the reply on his phone and touched the back of his head.

Forget it, it doesn't matter how she got it, as long as she has the money.

Chen Xuefeng confirmed the balance of the bank card again and nodded with satisfaction. Then put away the phone, and his expression instantly became solemn.

He got up from the ground, and the blood on the floor had been cleaned up by him with a mop.

He walked to the bathroom, and there was a man in the bathtub. Zhang Yimei.

The wife, whom he had worked hard for, was now lying stiffly in the bathtub with her eyes half-closed and no longer illuminable.

The weather was warm, and the body was already starting to show some signs of decomposition.

Chen Xuefeng wiped his face, his expression was dull.

These days have been like a dream to him.

He admits that he is a scumbag, gambling, alcoholic, and has no job. But it never occurred to him to kill.

What's more, it's to kill someone who can pay off his gambling debts.

At the moment when Zhang Yimei died, Chen Shifeng still had heartache. Many images of their years together flashed through his mind.

ordinary, but with their own little luck.

But that's no longer there.

Just when Zhang Yimei died, Jing Sheng's phone called. He hesitated for a moment before picking it up.

Oh yes, there's an earthquake over there. Chen Xuefeng then remembered.

"Daddy...... I... I might... There's no going back. You and your mother have to take good care of yourself, your mother is not in good health, but she is very good to us, don't go again..."

Chen Xuefeng hung up the phone immediately after hearing Jingsheng's words.

He instinctively ran away.

Chen Xuefeng was very scared, looking at the gradually cooling corpse, it took several hours for himself to accept the fact that he had killed someone.

His first thought was to die.

Suicide in fear of sin.

So he slammed his heart hard and slammed it against the wall. Fainted.

When he woke up the next day, Chen Xuefeng was surprised to find that he was not dead, and there were still some missed calls from Jingsheng on his mobile phone.

He covered his aching head and turned off his phone weakly.

He sat up against the wall. Zhang Yimei's completely stiff body was not far from him. She remained motionless, reminding Chen Xuefeng once again of the fact that he had become a murderer.

What should I do now?

At this moment, Chen Xuefeng was staying by the bathtub worriedly.

He barely ate and didn't go out for the past two days. He moved Zhang Yimei's body to the bathtub, and then his brain went blank.

It wasn't until he finally felt hungry that he remembered to eat.

But how can you eat without money?

Chen Xuefeng rummaged through all the places in his house, and only found a bank card with a balance of 5,000 yuan and a few hundred yuan in cash.

He took the money and thought.

Surrender to the police? may be able to exchange for a reduced sentence, but he can only spend his whole life in prison.

No way.

Can't go to jail.

Then there is only one way he can choose - escape.

But how can you run away without money? Not to mention that he will be caught, and he will have to wander around, and if he doesn't have a place to stay in the winter, wouldn't it be more comfortable in prison?

Chen Xuefeng was distressed for a while, then turned on his mobile phone, which had been turned off for a few days, and called his daughter who he hadn't seen for a long time.

After the phone call, Jingsheng transferred 20,000 yuan from the other end.

This made Chen Xuefeng overjoyed and excited. It was as if his path to death, which had been condemned to death, had been reborn.

With so much money, as long as you save some money and find some way to make the body find by the police later, you can have more respite.

Chen Xuefeng made up his mind and put the money and bank card in his pocket.

Walked back to the bathroom.