A New Character Every Month

Hanging up the phone, Ren Junmin released his hand from the wall, and the corners of his mouth showed disdain.

"Oh, do you want to go home with me?"

"Another self-righteous bitch! Give up an entire forest for one tree? Do I look so stupid?"

Ren Junmin came to the door of the house, shaking his hand with the key, ready to unlock the door.

"I just got tired of playing, it's time to change it."

Bang!

Opening the door, he saw a dark living room. Through the moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows, a luxurious corner could be faintly seen.

clang!

He walked into the room, reached out to turn on the light switch in the room, and then closed the door with his backhand.

"If it weren't for the wills made by the two old men, the mad woman would have been killed long ago, and he would have to support him for three years. He is really tired."

Ren Junmin raised his hand and loosened the tie around his neck, muttering in dissatisfaction.

When he turned around and was about to walk towards the living room, his originally relaxed nerves shrank suddenly, first surprised, then quickly turned to fear.

He asked in a trembling voice, "You... who are you?"

I saw a tall and thin man in a red suit sitting on the luxurious sofa in the living room.

The man's face was covered with a layer of weird makeup, his pale complexion, and his blood-red smiling face made him feel extremely uncomfortable just looking at it.

And this is not the most feared reason for Ren Junmin.

He was terrified because the strange man was holding a pistol and the muzzle was pointed at him.

Seeing Ren Junmin's cautious demeanor, the corners of Lin Zian's mouth twitched upwards, approaching the limit, revealing a "kind" smile.

His right hand continued to hold the pistol at Ren Junmin, while his left hand slowly stretched out an index finger.

"Shh...please don't be so serious?"

He shook the muzzle and motioned for Ren Junmin to come and sit on the sofa opposite him.

Ren Junmin was afraid of doing something to anger the robbers and lost his life in vain, so he immediately stepped forward and sat opposite.

During this period, his eyes carefully looked at the tall and thin man.

The clown face painted in oil paint suddenly reminded him of what he had heard the new female secretary say today.

A lunatic escaped from the Montenegrin mental hospital. He was extremely vicious. Because his face was painted with a makeup similar to a circus clown, he was also called a "clown"!

Could the robber be the clown?

Ren Junmin couldn't help thinking in his heart, and he was a little more nervous in his heart.

"I heard that you are rich?"

Lin Zian spoke slowly.

Hearing this, Ren Junmin breathed a sigh of relief, if the other party was just for money, it would prove that he still had a chance to survive.

And money, he is the least lacking now.

"If you are short of money, tell me the number and I will call you directly."

Ren Junmin said immediately.

Lin Zian shook his head: "I want to accept cash."

Glancing at the pitch-black muzzle, Ren Junmin gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "There is a safe in my study, which contains 20 in cash and some gold and silver jewelry, which together are worth at least 100 million."

"Oh."

Lin Zian's face showed a hint of interest, and he shook the muzzle: "Lead the way!"

Ren Junmin stood up and walked in front.

After confirming that Lin Zian couldn't see his expression, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

To be able to win this huge family property from a little white face with nothing, within a year, he can rely on more than just a face.

Ren Junmin came to the bedroom, pointed to a bookshelf against the wall, and flattered: "Big brother, the safe is hidden behind this bookshelf, wait a moment, and I'll open it for you."

Lin Zian nodded, did not speak, but watched Ren Junmin's operations with great interest.

Ren Junmin squatted down and pulled out a few inconspicuous books, accompanied by a soft sound.

Soon, there was a crack in the wall.

The bookshelf was moved to one side, revealing a one-square-meter safe behind.

Under the incandescent light, the cabinet door shines with a silvery white luster, which is eye-catching.

Ren Junmin entered a password of more than ten digits into the keys on the cabinet door, and then pressed his thumb on it.

With a soft sound, one side of the cabinet door bounced out a small gap.

At this time, Ren Junmin turned his head again and smiled at Lin Zian: "This eldest brother, the cash and jewelry are all in it. All these are given to you. You just need to let me live."

He said, slowly pulling the door of the safe with one hand, but reaching into the safe with the other hand.

In less than a second, he touched an object that exuded a hint of coldness.

It was a pistol, a pistol with the safety on and ready to shoot.

Ren Junmin's face suddenly showed a ferocious look.

100 million is not too much for him now, but he never intends to just hand over the money obediently.

After all, he didn't even know if the clown would let him go after receiving the money.

Rather than leaving his fate in the hands of a psychopath, he prefers to take control of it himself.

No matter if you are a real clown or a fake clown, if you dare to rob me, then prepare to die!

Ren Junmin held the gun and slammed it out.

Deng!

The sound of a knife cutting into meat sounded.

Ren Junmin immediately let out a tragic cry. He saw that the hand he had just pulled out of the safe was nailed to the floor made of precious wood, along with the body of the pistol.

The murder weapon turned out to be an ordinary fruit knife.

"Children can't play with such a dangerous thing."

Lin Zian smiled, and then under Ren Junmin's terrified look, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and whispered close to Ren Junmin's ear: "By the way, Li Changyue asked me to say hello to you on her behalf."

A light-hearted remark not only did not relieve Ren Junmin's panic, but instead caused an emotion called despair to appear on his face.

He knew that the robber was definitely the wanted clown that was on the news this morning.

Because if it is not in the same mental hospital, this person has no chance to know his wife at all.

"No, spare me, spare me, I have a lot of money, a lot of money, all for you..."

Seeing that Lin Zian took out another fruit knife from nowhere, Ren Junmin was completely panicked.

Lin Zian shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not interested in money."

After he finished speaking, he quickly drew out his hand holding the fruit knife, and lightly passed it to Ren Junmin's defenseless neck.

under the light.

Knife light flashed.

Chapter 12 May Your Lord Bless You

Ren Junmin was lying weakly on the ground, one hand was stuck on the ground with a fruit knife and couldn't move, the other hand was tightly covering his throat, and blood flowed freely from the gaps between his fingers.

He stared at Lin Zian closely, his eyes full of deep regret, and his longing for life.

Lin Zian ignored him, threw away the bloodstained fruit knife, and opened the safe door.

A full stack of twenty banknotes, and a small pile of gleaming gold and silver jewelry.

Surprisingly, there was a pistol inside.

It was a silver-white large-caliber pistol with a few spare magazines beside it.

"Good harvest."

Lin Zian nodded with satisfaction, got up, went to the next room, and brought out a half-person-high trolley case.

Put the banknotes and jewelry into the trolley case, and fill most of the space before scraping the banknotes and jewelry.

Then he picked up the silver-white pistol, pulled out the magazine and saw that it was full of bullets.

Lin Zian received the pistol and magazine without hesitation.

Then he closed the zipper of the trolley case, stood up, looked at Ren Junmin, who was breathing more and less, and saw a statue of a god hanging around his neck, Lin Zian showed an amiable smile again.

"May your Lord bless you."

Lin Zi'an pulled the trolley case and walked towards the door.

In the room, only a look of despair remained.

Lin Zian was quite satisfied with the trolley case in his hand. Although he didn't know what brand it was, the sound of the rollers rolling on the ground was almost inaudible.

It's just killing...

Simply a great tool for doing business.

When he came to the living room, he put the peaked cap on the table on his head, picked up Ren Junmin's dropped car key, walked out the door without haste, and entered the elevator.

He has always felt that letting bad people die too quickly is actually a kind of tolerance for them.

But sometimes in order to ensure his own safety, he had to be more tolerant of those bad guys.

But in the absence of danger, he doesn't mind making these bad guys pay some of the punishment they deserve, like now.

He has already calculated that with Ren Junmin's bleeding condition, unless he can enter the operating room of the hospital within 1 minute, there is absolutely no possibility of survival.