Nightmare Attack

Wei Jinting picked up the fat man's back collar with one hand, dragged him to the wall, leaned his back against the wall, then squatted in front of him, and picked up the butterfly blade on the ground on the way.

"You are quite eloquent." Wei Jinting tested the blade with his hand, then stretched the knife towards the fat man's face and said with a smile: "I guess you won't mind if you cut off your tongue as a souvenir, right?"

He pried open the fat man's mouth and tapped several of his teeth one by one with a knife. The fat man drooped his head and closed his eyes tightly, motionless.

Looks like he really passed out

Wei Jinting put away the knife, then changed his position, bringing his knees together and squatting in front of the fat man face to face.

When he looked at the fat man, an unprecedented emotion appeared in those light red eyes that had been repeatedly struck by despair, as if he were seeing a long-lost relative.

He slowly stretched out his two hands, first rubbed the fat man's fat face, and then slowly used force to shape the face into various shapes.

Like a naughty child playing with his doting brother.

Big drops of tears welled up from his eyes, mixing with the blood on his face. After a long time, Wei Jinting's ferocious and crazy face returned to calm.

Slowly unfold the fat man's hand that was still clenching his fist, and then put his hand on his knee, assuming a comfortable position.

He turned around and leaned against the wall. Just like the fat man, the blood on his back splashed onto the wall. He had lost a lot of blood and his body injuries were probably not as serious as the torn sacks on the street.

What's even more frightening is that the door in his body has begun to lose its hold.

The two were next to each other, shoulder to shoulder.

In terms of physique alone, the fat man could fit both of them in, but at this moment, the picture didn't look out of place at all.

"I'll stay here with you." Wei Jinting closed his eyes and murmured, "I'm not going anywhere.

The beautiful butterfly blade was thrown to the ground, the blade flashing with cold light.

"Those who hurt her should all die." The voice of the man in black swayed like water, and the air seemed to be rippled.

"To be honest, I quite like you. I think we are very compatible." Jiang Cheng said, raising his hands high.

He wanted the man in black to know that he had no ill intentions and that they were actually in the same group.

"Lin Chen is also a good girl." Jiang Cheng looked at Lin Chen who fell on the bed after taking an overdose of sleeping pills with a pity look.

"Li Maoshen's death was not unjust at all. Even if you didn't take action, brother, I would have taught them a lesson." Jiang Cheng seemed to have remembered what Li Maoshen and others had done, and acted very angry.

But after a while, he said without changing his expression: "We may have relatively little contact with each other, and you don't know me well yet. I just can't see good people suffering, and I hate evil as much as I hate it, and I can't change it no matter how much I do!"

"We are quite similar in this respect." Jiang Cheng licked his lips.

"It's not like that." Wu's voice came, "You are just saying this to survive."

"Everyone wants to live. This question makes no sense." Jiang Cheng said: "You chose to resurrect Lin Chen before, wasn't it because you didn't want to see her die?"

"It's just that the police came to your door later and something went wrong, which interrupted your plan." Jiang Cheng said.

"Do you think so?" Wu asked.

Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and asked, slightly lacking in confidence, "Isn't it?"

After a long silence, the man in black slowly walked over. His leather shoes hit the ground, making a sound that was like stepping directly into his heart.

He did not hurt Jiang Cheng, but focused his attention on Lin Chen's face. There was no pain on her face, as if she was asleep.

"The second time, I killed her." Wu stretched out his hand and smoothed the broken hair on Lin Chen's forehead on the bed. It seemed that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, "Why?"

"Because living is a kind of torture for her, and she never knows how to protect herself." The man in black said calmly.

As if he suddenly figured something out, Jiang Cheng's expression changed slightly, "So the one who really killed Li Maoshen and the others was you, not Lin Chen."

"You can understand that."

"But as you said, those are meaningless." Wu stood up, holding the bottle of sleeping pills in his hand, and placed it on the other side very casually.

"Dead people don't need to ask so many questions." The man in black looked at Jiang Cheng, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the painting and you can die."