Master Zhan, Calm Down!

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He was familiar with that voice. He had seen the little **** the side of the road when he came back before. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

And this voice is the scream of the little girl.

He gets up early every morning.

To be precise, he suffers from insomnia every day. In the morning, he will see the little girl pushing her grandmother's wheelchair out to enjoy the sun.

He didn't know much about that little girl.

But at least she didn't see any other people appearing beside her, so she probably lived in this old neighborhood with her elderly grandmother.

The voice of the six or seven-year-old girl was full of fright and fright just two seconds before.

But Bo Yi stood there for a while, hesitated for a moment, his lips pressed lightly, his hand still fell on the armrest, opened the door, and pushed in.

The huge villa was dark and heavy, even at night, there were still heavy curtains covering the windows.

He stopped at the entrance.

The folded umbrella is placed in the umbrella holder, ticking, dripping with water.

He lowered his head in silence.

Breath seems to be inaudible, and in the villa in the old neighborhood, it is incredibly quiet.

He just stood there like that, with his head hanging down slightly, the broken hair from his forehead hanging down, covering his clear eyebrows.

No one can see clearly what is on his face, what he is thinking.

Suddenly, a thunder rang out the window.

The flash of lightning almost illuminates half of the sky.

The wind blew loudly and moved the hem of his overcoat below the knee.

He did not close the door.

The door has not been closed, and one hand is still on the armrest.

The light struck by lightning reflected on his profile, making people feel a little pale and creepy.

He moved.

The scream outside had disappeared for two or three minutes.

It never sounded again.

He walked out, and at night, a thin figure appeared in the rain, holding a big umbrella, and his black (colored) coat was constantly being drenched in wet water by the heavy rain.

In a small alley in the block.

Withdrawn and messy.

It is a place that is often overlooked. There is a trash can in the alley with a peculiar smell. Everyone passing by seems to hold their breath and pass by.

However at this time.

A thin figure holding a large black umbrella appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Bo Yi avoids the trash can and looks like a ghost.

And in the alley.

Someone faintly laughed obsessively, but no one could hear it under the huge rain.

After Bo Yi entered, he saw a figure in a black raincoat from a distance, kneeling on the ground with his back to him, as if doing something.

There is a touch of white skin on one side, wearing small shoes, small lace socks on the ankle, and a thin white calf, like a child's body.

Bo Yi's figure, like Shura in the dark night, his coat flew up as the night wind blows.

The other party didn't seem to notice that someone approached quickly behind him. A faint cold wind hit, and the man kneeling on the ground wearing a raincoat, just realized what was going to turn around, suddenly a sharp tingling came from his abdomen.

Let him scream suddenly and raise his head.

I saw that his abdomen was pierced by a sharp weapon. If you look closely, you will find that it is the top of an umbrella, but now it has become a sharp bayonet, directly piercing the person's body.

The sharp tip of the umbrella was pulled out fiercely, and blood was splashed all over, flowing down with the rain.