As the sky darkens, the deep blue sky sweeps inland with the tide of the coast, bringing a cool sea breeze.

The cold air carried by the sea breeze swept around, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, especially when it was about to rain.

Under the street lamp on the coast, Picol touched the dagger and lock picker bag in his arms, and after taking the last sip hard, he reluctantly threw away the cheap cigarette that had burned to the end of his hand.

This was the last one, and the penniless Picole could not imagine the terrible sight of not smoking on his way to escape from the police, especially when his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

He needed Thor, and he needed Thor to buy that damn cigarette, as long as he could smoke, even if he didn't eat bread.

His body, weakened by running around and eating irregularly, forces him to consider the consequences of the robbery target overturning his own police call.

Luckily, after several days of fumbling around in Selephas, he finally found a suitable target in the middle-class Lister Street townhouse area, wandering from No. 30 to No. 150, and he finally made up his mind.

Villa No. 141, there are no people living in it.

No one went in or out for three days, and the owner of the house was likely to go far away, leaving the room empty.

At this moment, there is nothing more attractive than a large house without an owner, even if it is a glamorous dancing girl with a double-barreled shotgun on her chest.

Putting on his frayed leather hood, Picole glanced warily across the street and walked briskly towards 141 Lister.

With his hands propped over the garden railing, which was not an obstacle, Picole was sure that he had not been noticed by anyone.

Everything went smoothly.

Swiftly struggling across the untended lawn, ignoring the scarlet of his canvas trousers from the strange thorns he had never seen before, Picole hunched over to the gate and found his lock-picking bag that he never left.

As the mid-end product of Benjamin lock, Benjamin Type III lock is mainly used for outdoor anti-theft gates with high security factor.

Its intricate three-hole wavy cylinder and reverse cross hinge are enough to intercept a new thief, but not a veteran who has been playing with the doorknob for more than a decade, and for Picole, it is not much more difficult to open such a lock than to take off the clothes of a shitty prostitute.

Opening the lock picker packet, Picol casually took out two 'thin wires'.

The precise stabbing into the keyhole, accompanied by a beautiful 'click' sound, did not have a joyful expression on Picole's face, but a little more hesitation.

The doorknob in front of me seems to be much cleaner than expected.

Bright white lightning flashed through the sky, followed by rumbling thunder.

The rain has slipped from the sky, and he has spent his short but passionate life.

Without much hesitation, Picole put away the lock pick, opened the door, and walked sideways into the house.

The door slowly closes, cutting off the dark world that began to blur in the raindrops.

Holding the dagger in his backhand, Picol quickly glanced at the somewhat empty first floor and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was nothing on the long table for dining, and there was nothing in the low cabinet at his feet except for two pairs of loafers, and it was evident that the man and woman of the house were not at home.

Without wasting much time on the first floor, Picole, who knew where rich people like to put their treasures, went straight to the second and third floor bedrooms.

"Squeak......

The expensive mahogany staircase suddenly made a somewhat screeching sound, and Picole looked down, but found that not only the wooden steps under his feet, but also the handrails had a feeling of decay, as if the mahogany under his feet had experienced hundreds of years of time, and there was a sense of precipitation of time.

didn't think much about it, and under the cover of thunder, Picole's courage and movements couldn't help but be much bigger.

There were three rooms on the second floor, and skipping the room that was obviously reserved for unborn children, Picole went first into the mistress's bedroom, which was generally much more expensive than the man's.

Having no quirky fetishes, Picole stepped on the somewhat messy purple lace underwear, ignored the half-open closet, and made his way to the dresser with the mirror.

One by one, the drawers were opened, and Picole felt like he had gone back to the days when he was a child digging for treasures, his heart beating faster and faster, almost popping out of his chest.

"Emerald necklaces, opal bracelets, gold rings...... Hell, there's such a big ruby in the box? Did the owner of this shop rob the jewelry store? Oh my God, I've really made a fortune this time, and I'm going to have enough money to buy off those greedy stinky cops and go to the countryside to be farmers. ”

The thunder fell into a brief gap.

"Squeak"

Just as Picole was wondering how to take away the pile of gems he had put together on the dresser, a familiar screeching noise came from outside the door, accompanied by the wailing of the wooden steps and the rhythmic crisp 'click' of women's high heels.

Picole's flushed face turned white, and the rubies in his hands almost fell to the ground and turned into rubies.

It took less than half a second for Picole, who was ruthless in his heart, to make a decision.

Hide first to make sure that a few people have come back, if it is only a woman, then knock the woman unconscious and then snatch the gem, if it is more than a woman, find an opportunity to kill the man first.

When the time comes, if you kill someone, you don't have to run in a hurry, and if you have time, you can play with the hostess for a while.

Anyway, if you do too many such things on the way to escape, you will have no burden in your heart, and no matter how weak your body is, it will be no problem to kill an unsuspecting person.

Seeing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Picole, who couldn't hide under the bed, quickly ran into the half-open wardrobe and closed the cabinet door in the midst of all kinds of pungent feminine aromas.

"Dada, dada."

The sound of high heels is getting closer and closer, and it seems that it has come to the door, but at this time, Picole obviously can't care about this.

If one scent is exciting, a dozen different scents mixed together are devastating to the brain and nose.

Picole, who was almost killed by all kinds of women's underwear in the closet, rolled his eyes and tried to find a way not to suffocate himself, but thanks to his short stature, Picole finally bent his body slightly and put his nose at the bottom of the wardrobe.

There were a few fingernail-sized holes in it, and it was the only place in the closet where you could get normal air.

His body quickly adjusted to the pungent scent, and finally had the strength to observe the situation outside the closet, Picole held his breath slightly, and put his eyes to the hole, but almost choked himself to death by the saliva that poured up.

Outside the hole, two plump and white hairless thighs come into view, and there is a layer of valuable black silk stockings beyond the thighs and calves, and under the stockings is a pair of bright red women's high heels, although the upper body cannot be seen anyway, but Picole knows that if he can grow such a pair of fleshy beautiful legs, his figure and face will naturally not be bad.

A hot breath rose from his lower abdomen, and Picol suddenly felt a little fluttery, and after finding that there was no other sound coming from the house except for the woman in the closet, the bold Picole's empty left hand unconsciously moved downward.

In his opinion, the glamorous feeling brought by voyeurism at this moment is even more exciting than the coercion of directly pushing open the cabinet door.

If a woman chooses to open the wardrobe and give the other party a big surprise, the effect of fright will be better.

As if Heaven had opened the door for Picole, the woman snorted softly after picking up the lace lingerie that had fallen on the floor, and then sat down next to the large bed next to the wardrobe.

Picole only felt that this soft hum was as soft as the most pure and noble aristocratic lady in high society, mixed with the charm unique to young women, and his heart and liver were a little softer for a while.

Thanks to the angle of the hole in the cabinet door, Picole managed to see the part below the woman's neck in the top hole, which also made him even more excited and restless.

The legs are spread apart, the pale red skirt looms over the most mysterious parts, and the hot body is as unfathomable as Elf Trench.

The nosebleed unconsciously flowed from his nostrils, and Picole casually pulled a piece of women's underwear and wiped it off, staring intently and continuing to look out.

The fair-skinned hands ran across the tight collarbone and then moved towards the waist, showing a charming and bewitching aura in every move, making Picole in the closet breathe even heavier.

As if she understood something, and as if she wanted to express something, the woman's hand gently rested on the girdle and pulled it slowly.

Picole's heart jumped, and then he understood the fact that the woman had already discovered herself, and knew the beauty of it, and the man simply stopped suppressing his breathing, and the movement of his hands became louder and louder.

Sure enough, in the heavy breathing of the man, the red dress slid to the ground with the help of skillful hands, and the woman's body was less and less restrained, and it was only separated from the man's burning body by a cabinet door.

Finally, the woman became the state when she was born out of her mother's body, and the man also let out a long breath, only to feel that his legs and feet were weak.

"Am I beautiful?"

In the midst of a question mixed with a smile, the woman got up from the bed and approached the closet,

And then

One hand pressed the closet door.

"Beauty, my darling, although I can't see your face, I know that you are definitely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I can't wait."

Picole tried to push open the closet door, but found that he couldn't do it at all, as if there was an unshakable mountain beyond the wardrobe door, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Baby, get out of the way."

"Don't worry, I haven't finished my clothes yet."

The woman smiled, holding one hand against the closet door and reaching to her chest with the other.

Seeing that there was still beauty to see, Picole was a little more patient, but he still had doubts in his heart, and said in a half-joking tone.

"Beautiful young lady, are you still wearing a hair cover?"

Instead of responding to Picole's question, the woman just pressed her index finger to the midline of her chest, and a drop of blood oozed out, as if to make Picole see more clearly, and the woman lowered her body.

Under the beads of blood, there were a few more cracks in the white skin, and Picole rubbed his eyes, only to find that the cracks were flesh-colored thin lines, which were now cut by sharp nails like knives, and the thin lines were neatly split, like a broken zipper, and like the skin of a snake that had faded.

"Am I beautiful?"

The night owl's shrill voice is no longer feminine and soft.

The door was completely opened by ten centimeters of black nails.

With his mouth wide open and his body was chilling, Picol forgot to scream and watched in horror as his nails peeled off the skin of the beautiful man and his sharp dagger fell to the ground.

"Weird...... Monster! ”

A fanged monster covered in turquoise decaying skin and the stench of corruption looked at Picor with a smile, its bright yellow eyes as fierce as graveyard soul lamps.

"Am I beautiful?"

In the dim room, the hanging crystal lamps emit a soft light.

The cold tap water in the faucet was slapped on his face with the palm of his hand, and Su Yang looked at the somewhat pale and thin 16-year-old boy in the mirror in a daze, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

He hadn't fully adapted to his new face.

Rumo's short hair is a little messy in front of his forehead, and the face in front of him seems to combine the most essential parts of the East and the West, with both the three-dimensional sense of Westerners like a ghostly axe, and the perfect facial features of the Oriental handsome man's sword eyebrows, the overall look is extremely amazing, but the thin cheeks make the owner of the face look a little weak.

In fact, Su Yang's body is indeed very weak now, as if he had just been seriously ill.

Continuing to comb through the extra part of the unfamiliar memories called 'Kane' in his mind, Su Yang still couldn't accept the fact that he had crossed over, or that he had died in the previous world, just like looking at himself in the mirror, and there was always a sense of absurdity tearing that he couldn't distinguish between the illusory and the real.

No matter what, a professional psychiatrist with a small worth should not be stabbed to death with thirteen knives by a female patient who 'worships' him madly, and he should not bear such pain if he does not explode gold coins.

In retrospect, perhaps I should not have refused the special request of the female patient at that time, and it is clear that in some kind of crazy vision, the female patient has been lost in the false world and cannot extricate herself.

In general, I still underestimate the desires born of obsession, and instead of arguing with the female patient, I should satisfy the female patient by telling her that the Necronomicon is real, written by the Arab madman Abdullah Al-Hassad, and not a mythological story book that has been invented by many people by an American horror story writer named Lovecraft.

Recalling the "Book of Death" that was dyed red on his chest, Su Yang came back to his senses from the memories, and the female patient's crazy smile faded.

After all, it was over, like a dream that would never be seen again.

Sighing deeply, the glass in front of Su Yang's eyes gradually blurred.

The fame of the past, the social status and wealth that you have worked hard to make from scratch, and even the emotional debt you have carried, have all disappeared in the air at this moment.

No matter how sad he is, Su Yang is already dead, and now it is Kane who is standing in front of the mirror. (End of chapter)