The villain of Quick Transmigration is so clingy

Chapter 158 Professor, do you want to kill me? (1)

Time flies, no matter how many heavenly and earthly treasures the big black dragon uses for Bai Mu, Bai Mu still can't hold on after thousands of years have passed.

She still remembered that silly dragon hugging her and crying until she died...

In the system space, Bai Mu hugged his knees and sat on the sofa, his face dull, and the two fox ears on his head moved back and forth.

She...has regained her memory.

The self in the previous plane was so silly and stupid, she couldn't believe it was herself.

And the culprit is standing in front of him. No, it cannot be said to be the culprit. It should be said to be a group that helps the evildoer.

As early as the second before Bai Mu entered the space, Tuantuan sent his old best friend Nuojiji away.

And a certain dog man had already gone to the next plane because of a guilty conscience.

"Gou Qingyu..." Don't let me catch you!

"Master, Master, Tuan Tuan can explain." Tuan Tuan's two little paws tangled together uneasily, and his eyes meowed everywhere, as if looking for the best escape route.

"Well, explain, I'll listen to your explanation, hehehe..." Bai Mu stood up and moved his fingers, making a "clicking" sound from his bones.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The team has been killed! The team has been killed!!!"

…

It had just rained last night, and the air was filled with a humid and putrid smell. Rhythmic footsteps sounded in the dilapidated residential buildings, and there seemed to be water droplets dripping from the ceiling, mixing in the air, like a symphony.

There was still a voice-activated light beside the stairs, but it was obviously broken. The dim light flickered, and half of the man's face could be seen clearly.

His cold and distant eyes, a pair of silver-framed glasses on his tall nose, reflect a cold luster, and his lips are very thin, as if he was born to be a ruthless person.

He was wearing a white shirt, buttoned to the top, and had an aura of asceticism, but his perfect figure could be vaguely seen... It made people want to take off his clothes.

Four words, polite scum.

No one lives in this residential building anymore. After all, it is really dilapidated, and even the entire wall is falling off in some places.

So the people who live here are all people with evil intentions.

The corners of Feng Qingyu's mouth curved slightly, and fleetingly, his eyes shone with excitement, madness, and excitement. The light shone on half of his face, half angel and half devil.

Only then did he notice that he was holding a scalpel in his hand, which was cold and as ruthless as its owner.

Arriving on the fourth floor, Feng Qingyu's eyes were dark and unclear as he looked at the coded door that had been reinforced several times before him, and he uttered three words, "Interesting..."

Did he think he could... escape like this?

Feng Qingyu went up and knocked on the door several times, appearing very patient, but it could be seen from his slightly lowered eyes that his patience had reached its limit.

"You are really disobedient..."

"Who?" came a rude voice from inside.

Feng Qingyu raised his eyebrows, and his voice changed into that of a middle-aged uncle, "The last number is 3769, please open the door quickly, I'm in a hurry to place an order."

The people inside seemed to hesitate for a long time before rapid footsteps were heard. Doors opened one after another, and finally they reached the outermost door.

He was a fat man dressed in a human-like manner, with an unknown amount of oil and water in his belly, and even his forehead was reflective.

He lowered his head when he opened the door, so he didn't notice Feng Qingyu's appearance immediately, "Where is the takeout I ordered?"

"Long time no see, Wang Zhiwen..." Feng Qingyu resumed his original voice.

Wang Zhiwen looked at Feng Qingyu in horror, no, to be precise, he should have looked at the inconspicuous rose pattern on Feng Qingyu's clothes in horror.

Just a year ago, a perverted murderer suddenly appeared in City A. No matter whether he was in a high position or at the bottom of the class, as long as he targeted him, he would die, and the way of death was different for everyone.

Just three days ago, Wang Zhiwen received a letter with a rose pattern. He knew and panicked that he was being targeted by the perverted murderer.

This is the case for all dead people. After receiving an item with a rose pattern, it doesn't take more than four days for the person to burp.

He thought that as long as he hid well, no one would find him, but he didn't expect that this day would come.

"I, I will give you a lot of money, no, no, I will give you all my property, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"But what should I do? The whole city A knows that you received the rose pattern. If you didn't die, wouldn't I be very embarrassed?"

Feng Qingyu laughed softly, took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and shook it in front of Wang Zhiwen's eyes.

Hypnosis has always been his special skill.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

"Wang Zhiwen."

"What did you do fifteen years ago?"

"..."

Like all people who died, Wang Zhiwen wrote a confession before he died, and kept muttering: "I am guilty, I... plead guilty."

A thunder sounded outside the window.

He slowly raised the scalpel on the table and thrust it into his stomach. Blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, and his actions continued...

…

In a large manor somewhere, a thin little girl was huddled on the sofa watching TV. Her facial features were exquisite, like a porcelain doll. However, due to long-term malnutrition, her face had become thinner and looked a bit abrupt.

She was wearing baggy clothes and a peaked cap on her head, wanting to cover her whole body.

Her hair was disheveled, covering the entire right side of her face. As she suddenly covered her ears, her hair slid to the side, revealing the black birthmark that occupied the entire right side of her face.

The news was playing on the TV, and the title was #A man in a certain residential building committed suicide mysteriously and wrote a confession before his death#

Then a picture was played, showing a fat man lying on the ground, holding a scalpel in his hand, just placing it in his stomach, and smashing his small and large intestines into pieces. It looked disgusting and scary.

Bai Mu felt that he needed to maintain the image of the original owner, so he covered his ears and screamed, "Ah! Ah!"

To be honest, Bai Mu still can't accept his current identity. It's really painful not being able to speak, and it's too painful for his wife.

She suspected that a certain dog man did it on purpose.

The servants in the manor heard the "miserable" cry and ran in quickly. The first one to run was Bai Jingze, who had just gotten off the car.

Bai Jingze is Bai Mu's biological brother, and he is also the person who dotes on the original owner the most. To sum it up, he can be summed up by the word "sister control".

He rushed to the living room, but suddenly thought of something, and stopped suddenly. Holding back the worry in his heart, he slowly walked to Bai Mu, "Mu'er, what's wrong? Can you talk to your brother?

?”

Of course it is impossible to say.

In the memory of the original owner, no matter how much Bai Jingze begged, the original owner never said a word to him.

(End of chapter)