Fast Transmigration Villain Transformation Plan

"Go back and make money."

Su Wei hugged Da Maomao and turned around, ready to go back, when she suddenly stepped on something soft under her feet.

She looked down in confusion and saw a dirty rag doll lying on the ground, its head being stepped on by her feet.

"What is this?"

Suwei bent down, picked up the dirty rag doll, and looked at it for a while.

Um?

This rag doll actually has the mental energy fluctuations of Night Sleep.

Could it be that...he is just a rag doll in this small world?

Suwei gave the doll to Da Maomao: "Hold it."

Da Maomao stared at the rag doll that was stuffed into his arms, and raised his head angrily.

"Dad, isn't it enough for you to ask me for just one doll?! You actually want to pick up another one. Aren't I cute?"

Suwei looked at Da Maomao funny: "You are bald."

Da Maomao: "..."

Bald?!

Is it his fault for being bald?!

If it weren't for your little cutie, would I be bald?

Da Maomao was sulking while holding the doll, as if he didn't want to talk to Su Wei at all.

Suwei didn't care and carried Da Maomao back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, Suwei didn't see the middle-aged man at the counter.

"Tsk, it seems that you regard me as prey, very good, then I'm welcome."

Su Wei smiled and rolled her eyes, then walked slowly towards her room.

"Suwei, where have you been?"

Zhao Xinming squatted in front of Suwei's door. When he saw Suwei, he stood up suddenly with a questioning tone.

"you guess."

Su Wei pushed Zhao Xinming away, walked into the room, and closed the door.

Zhao Xinming was locked out by Suwei. He kicked the wall next to him angrily, turned around and left.

Just wait, I will watch you die tomorrow!

…

As the night progressed, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the silent hotel.

Suwei was lying quietly on the pink bed, holding her cell phone in her hand and staring at it with a serious expression.

"Dad, here..."

Da Maomao excitedly stretched out his short paw and pointed at a point on the phone.

"unbelievable"

"Here, here, and here."

Da Maomao continued to command, his body getting closer and closer to the mobile phone.

"Keep your voice down, I can't even hear the noise outside."

Suwei poked Da Maomao's body and watched with joy as Da Maomao rolled around in the soft quilt.

When Da Maomao heard Su Wei's laughter, he struggled even more angrily and accidentally kicked something down.

"Dad, I think I kicked something."

Da Maomao struggled to get his head out of the quilt, trying to take a look at the thing he kicked off.

When Suwei heard Da Maomao's words, she glanced under the bed.

The dirty rag doll was lying quietly on the ground. The black beads embroidered on the white cloth face looked straight at the big fur sprouting from the head, which looked a little weird.

Suwei reached out to pick it up, patted its head, and placed it next to the pillow.

"Dad, let's continue playing games. That little turtle loves taking a bath. It's pretty good. Let's play a little bit."

Da Maomao stretched out his short paw and shyly pressed the phone interface.

The phone lights up and the footsteps outside stop.

Suwei handed the phone to Da Maomao: "You go and play by yourself, I'll go and solve something."

Da Maomao didn't even raise his head: "Well, dad, you go ahead."

The sound of a key being inserted into the lock was heard from the door. Suwei held the door handle and pressed it down.

"I didn't lock the door."

Suwei opened the door and smiled at the middle-aged man with a ferocious face who was carrying a blood-stained machete outside the door.

The middle-aged man obviously did not expect this scene, and was stunned for a while.

"Is it used to kill me?"

Suwei tapped her chin towards the machete and asked with interest.

The middle-aged man quickly calmed down his expression and looked at Suwei with a sinister smile.

"What do you think? Bad boy."

Suwei took a step forward and kicked the middle-aged man blocking the door out, slamming him against the wall.

A heavy muffled sound sounded in the dark corridor. The four young people who were accustomed to staying up late climbed out of bed, carefully opened a crack in the door, and looked outside through the crack.

The ferocious-looking man leaned against the wall, a machete stained with black stains falling from his hand.

Then, a girl wearing a black sweatshirt came over, grabbed the middle-aged man's hair, and dragged him deep into the dark corridor.

The four people who saw all this through the crack in the door were so frightened that they sat on the ground, carefully closed the door, and walked stiffly to the bed.

Suwei dragged the middle-aged man downstairs and pushed him to the ground with a machete in his hand.

"If you call me that disgusting again, I'll chop you up."

Suwei stabbed the machete into the ground easily and looked at the middle-aged man coldly.

Seeing the machete sinking into the ground, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly.

"How many people were killed?"

Suwei took out the machete, put it on the middle-aged man's neck, and asked with a smile.

The middle-aged man's face turned ferocious for a moment, and he glanced at Su Wei with disgust.

"Go and see for yourself."

The hoarse and unpleasant laughter made Suwei frown. He pressed the machete down a little, and blood slipped from the blade.

"Answer my questions obediently."

When the middle-aged man saw the blood, a twisted smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"I said you go and see it yourself."

Suwei frowned, took out the tendon rope from the pocket of his sweater, and tied up the middle-aged man tightly.

The middle-aged man was dragged forward by Suwei, his originally ugly face now even more distorted and ugly.

The closer you get to the kitchen, the stronger the smell of blood becomes, so strong that it makes you want to vomit.

Su Wei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly kicked the middle-aged man hard.

After kicking him, Suwei felt very comfortable and continued dragging the middle-aged man to the kitchen.

Pushing open the kitchen door, Suwei saw five neatly arranged heads.

"You are really a pervert. Do you like looking at people's heads so much? Then do you want me to send you to the morgue and take a good look at you?"

The middle-aged man looked at Suwei coldly and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, Suwei stepped on him.

"Just stay still."

While Suwei stepped on the middle-aged man to control him and prevent him from moving, he took out his cell phone and prepared to call the police.

It is better to leave this kind of matter to the police. At least the bodies of these people can be returned to their families.

But she wasted no time. She gave her phone to Da Maomao and let him play games.

"Tsk, I forgot to bring my phone over."

Suwei dragged the middle-aged man upstairs, preparing to go back to the room to get his cell phone.

"Children who don't behave well will die sooner or later."

The middle-aged man showed a strange smile.

Suwei turned a deaf ear and opened the door.

Suwei: "???"

Why is there a man in her bed?

What about Da Maomao?

Where did he go?

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