At this time, on the outskirts of City A, in the west of Yanshan District, in a villa with a sea view.

Ground floor room with a luxurious queen bed.

An elegant-looking man with half-squinted eyes and a hot and sexy woman in his arms. She rested her shoulders on the man's arm, her long, seaweed-like brown hair spreading out over the pillow.

After a while, the man and woman on the bed woke up quietly. The woman opened her beautiful eyes with great effort, and looked curiously at the tall man beside her.

"Hey..."

The woman's voice was sinister, rubbing the man's arm with her face flatteringly, "What's your name?" Tell people if it's okay. ”

This man is not only good-looking but also in good shape, this luxurious sea view villa also proves that he is quite financially strong, the only flaw is that it is slightly feminine, but this is nothing. If you can get in touch with him, all the material problems in your life will definitely be solved.

The woman licked her dry upper lip, a little excited in her heart.

"Huh."

The man chuckled, reached out and pushed her fingers away from the circle on his chest, and got out of bed alone. He picked up the pieces of clothing scattered on the carpet and put them on unhurriedly.

"What?"

The woman muttered dissatisfied, she turned over and looked at the strange man's back and said, "Hey, little white face." You don't recognize people if you don't put your pants on. ”

Is there a mistake, don't tell me a word, you can't treat me as a young lady, right?

The man didn't say a word, he straightened his clothes, walked straight to the living room, picked up a glass of boiled water, drank it all, and then walked slowly up to the second floor, stopping at the second door on the left.

"Squeak~"

The man pushed the door open.

A cold wind blew down from the roof, causing the man's short hair to flutter slightly.

I saw that there were five display cabinets more than two meters high in the spacious space of the house - just like the counters selling furniture in shopping malls, the cabinets were filled with all kinds of sharp weapons.

For example, the display case on the right hand side of the door is filled with large and small medical scalpel blades and handles, some of which are not as wide as a little finger, and some of which are thicker than a thumb. There are also many differences in its shape. It can be seen that the man is fond of medical scalpels.

His gaze lingered on the cabinet for only a moment, and then moved into the distance.

The other four cabinets contained a variety of terrifying tools, including a thick iron fork with sharp edges, a charcoal-black whip, a mountain-opening axe more than half a man high, two steel rods with a thick bowl mouth, and a dragon's head guillotine sharpened like clay, and a sharp spike collar......

These sharp weapons were neatly placed in the display case, and the gorgeous crystal lamps on the roof cast a dim glimmer, illuminating these hideous and brutal murder weapons clearly.

In the middle of the five display cases, there is a simple cross and a huge iron virgin. There were still dark red blood stains in the cracks of the wood of the cross, which had not yet dried up, and this blood had stuck to the depths of the cracks like maggots on tarsal bones, and the strange man had tried to wipe them off, but without success.

He looked around slowly, as if the emperor were inspecting his army, and proudly examined the sharp weapons in the room, until finally his gaze stopped at a brass baton—a new gadget that his mother had recently commissioned to make, and which he decided to use this time.

"Smack."

The man pressed a red button on the wall, and the sound of a symphony suddenly sounded in the villa, at a moderate volume, graceful and low. He held the short stick with a three-edged spike in his hand, swung it vigorously, and then pinched the spike at the tail later, with a sickly look of satisfaction on his face.

He walked out with a short stick, and his right hand was still beating to the music in the air, which was very pleasant.

The sexy woman on the bed in the master bedroom downstairs heard the music and was also completely sleepy. After all, it's not too early, she was drunk last night and hasn't dripped, her throat is dry and hot, she wants to get out of bed first and ask the man for a glass of water, by the way, it's almost.

The woman got out of bed and put her feet on the ground. The floor was covered with a layer of milk-white wool carpet, and the delicate wool touched her heels, cool and comfortable.

She turned.

The strange man was leaning against the door frame with his legs crossed, looking at her with a grin, as if he was looking at a cute little animal, his eyes full of love and anticipation. The man had a pair of expensive gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his lips were thin and dark purple.

His left hand was pressed against his back, and his body was tilted, looking strange. But the woman apparently ignored the incongruity—she hadn't looked closely at all.

The woman was half-leaning at the end of the bed, in a posture that she thought was infuriating, her skin was as white as jade, and her slender legs exuded a deadly seduction. She longed to trap the well-mannered rich Kaizi in front of her with her proud body and squeeze enough benefits, so that she no longer had to worry about her future life and her brother's medical expenses.

The man's smile grew, and he seemed to be attracted by the woman beside the bed, and walked up to her from the door like a drunk.

"Hmm~~"

The sexy woman moaned appropriately, and her eyes were like silk.

The man walked up to her and gently stroked her smooth face with his right hand. The woman moved forward, and suddenly, she smelled the sweet potato smell on the man's palm—hot roasted sweet potato! There is also the smell of metal. It's impossible to tell exactly what kind of metal it is, it's like the smell of your hands after you've just finished working with a wrench in the workshop.

"You're so beautiful." The strange man's voice was full of appreciation, his smile became thicker, and the corners of his mouth were very large, "It's so beautiful that I want to turn your head into a delicious vegetable pie." ”

"What?"

She failed to understand the man's words.

The woman snuggles up to the man, and her bumpy and delicate body exudes charm.

The man's left hand came out from behind his back, revealing the brass stick he was holding.

She noticed that the man's eyes had changed.

A flash of hysterical madness filled the eyes. "Your head will turn into a vegetable pie." The man whispered. There was a chuckle in the words. Suddenly, he raised the copper stick with both hands and slammed it at the woman's head as if he were hitting a baseball, leaving no room for remorse in his exaggerated movements.

The sun is shining outside the window, temporarily dispelling the gloom of the city without a trace. The woman didn't have time to scream before she was hit in the side of the face with a stick.

The long spikes at the end of the short stick pierced the musculature and blood vessels of her neck with a huge impact. She heard the whirring sound of the wind in her ears, followed by a sharp pain and dizziness in her brain behind her right temple, and then she fell unconscious.

"Your head looks so good." The man laughed wildly, and he picked up the copper stick again, and hit the woman's twitching head with all his might, "Baby, I'll make this vegetable cake well." ”

Half an hour later.

Daylight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains and shone on the side of the bed. The wool carpet was stained a dazzling bright red by a large splash of blood. The woman's head was flattened—perhaps more appropriately described as sparse—her head was broken from the neck up, revealing a small vertebrae, frighteningly white.

。。。

Hongyan is not guilty, but too beautiful.