The villain is ruthless

Chapter 436 Romantic (XIV)

The two boys were taken aback when they heard the words, not understanding why he said this for no reason, and looked at the female shop assistant with questioning eyes.

The female clerk had a weird face, she didn't speak, and there was a faint fear in her expression, as if she was afraid of something.

"Are... are you waiting for someone?" one of the boys said.

"Yes," the man glanced at the boy with indescribable tenderness in his eyes, "wait for my lover."

"Does she like snow very much?" asked the other boy.

"Yes," the man replied, "she likes to step on the snow and build a snowman. At that time, she will dress like a little bear, and when she smiles, her eyes will be bright and crooked."

The man's romantic answer made everyone couldn't help following his description, thinking about what kind of girl it was that made him miss her so much.

"Unfortunately, she left me." The man's sudden words made the two boys look suspicious.

To leave, is to separate, or die?

If it is the latter, the serial killer named No. [-] also lost his lover today. In order to avenge his lover, he will find one of the murderers who killed his lover every year tonight, and let them die in a tortured way. .

This year is already the ninth year.

"Did she... break up with you?" The boy couldn't help but ask Sheng.

"She didn't break up with me." The man replied with a smile, "She just fell asleep quietly."

This sentence made everyone tremble.

The boy and his companion looked at each other, seeing unprecedented shock in each other's eyes, and when they came back to their senses, their gazes turned to the clerk who stopped talking.

She has a very beautiful face, her watery eyes seem to be able to speak, but now, her eyes are full of fear, as if she will be torn to pieces by an invisible force in the next moment.

She wanted to leave here, everyone could tell, but she didn't move, for fear that if she moved, the man in front of her would be angered.

The boy's companion was silent for a moment, then walked slowly in front of the girl, protecting her behind him, and said in a vicious voice, "It's none of your business here, go away!"

The clerk was taken aback by him, realized what he meant with a grateful expression on his face, and ran to the back door in a panic, regardless of the boy's safety.

"Wait!" Another boy stopped her and asked suddenly, "Your name is Lina?"

The female clerk froze and said without turning her head, "You mistook me for the wrong person. My name is Rowling, not Lina at all."

"Really?" There was a hint of coldness in the corner of the boy's mouth, "Of the nine murderers back then, the only one who was still alive was Lina. If you weren't Lina, why did you run away?"

"I—" Rowling's face turned pale immediately, and she didn't dare to turn her head. She grabbed the handle of the door neatly with her fingers, and when she was about to pull the door open, she realized that the door was locked from the outside.

Rowling's heart sank, she turned her head in disbelief, and met the man's deep gaze, as if she had seen through all her disguises, and hit the depths of her soul.

Rowling didn't dare to look directly, she clenched her fingers tightly and trembled uncontrollably.

"Lina..." The man said the name softly, his eyes glowed brightly, as if he woke up instantly from a slumped state.

"Your name is Lina..." He suddenly laughed, his voice rising from low to high, mixed with indescribable excitement and complexity.

Seeing this, the boy's companion directly blocked his gaze towards Rowling, "Sir, I don't care what you want to do? Without enough evidence, please don't hurt anyone. Your actions will only make You put yourself in a much tougher situation and we can call the police and let the police and the judges deal with anything."

"Ino," the boy looked at his companion unhappily, and said in disapproval, "This is no longer a problem that the police can solve."

After all, he looked at the slumped man again, "Do you think so? Mr. Louis."

The voice did not fall, and the surrounding was silent.

Rowling opened her eyes wide, staring at the man in horror, her pupils constricted violently, as if she was about to faint in the next moment.

louis.

There are tens of thousands of people named Louis throughout the country, but the most special Louis shocked everyone.

Louis is not a politician, a businessman, a teacher, or a medical worker, he is a killer.

I heard that nine years ago, Louis had a girl he liked very much. The two agreed to get married when they went to college. Unexpectedly, during a date, the girl was knocked down by three cars and never got up again.

"The drivers were a few underage students."

The boy said coldly, "They didn't accidentally hit the victim to death. After they knocked her down, they turned around and hit her again and again until she was covered in blood and died in agony."

Rowling was startled by the boy's sudden words, and a bloody snowy day appeared in her mind.

The girl lying in a pool of blood seemed like an eternal nightmare.

"Because the nine people are all minors, country A's minor protection law directly released them without charge."

"Louis wanted them to pay their lives countless times, but the court rejected them mercilessly. Coupled with the high status and power of the parents of the underage students, this matter quickly fell through."

The girl who was hit to death maliciously also seemed to be a flash in the pan, and was forgotten in the blink of an eye.

Rowling was trembling all over when the boy looked at her. She lowered her head tightly, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying, but her face was full of despair and gray.

"Bianji!" Eno couldn't help interrupting the boy, "This matter is over, and everyone has paid for it. Rowling can't be the murderer."

"Of course you don't think she's the murderer," Angie sneered, "because you've always liked her, and you didn't hesitate to travel so far to buy drinks just to see her."

Innocent's complexion changed suddenly after being exposed, and he glanced at Rowling hesitantly, turned his head and said nothing, but secretly held the phone with his fingers to call the police.

At this moment, the man leaning on the counter suddenly drank the beer in his hand, put the bottle on the counter, and walked towards Rowling.

Like dancing on the tip of a knife, every step is cautious and rigorous, so slow and firm.

"My name is not Lina." Rowling shook her head frantically. "My name is Rowling. I am a part-time college student. I am here to earn tuition for the next semester. Sir, you can't slander me."

It's a pity that the man didn't listen to her, he stood beside her, looking into her tear-filled eyes, the brown pupils were full of lightness about to be relieved.

"Lina Bordeaux, you thought you hid in a convenience store and kept your name anonymous, so I don't remember you."

"Little girl, Louis the Executioner never forgets any enemy."

After all, the man raised his hand, and aimed his cold muzzle at Rowling's forehead.

"No!" Rowling screamed sharply in her throat, begging for mercy in despair and embarrassment, "Let me go, please let me go..."

(End of this chapter)