A New Character Every Month

The young man walked into the living room with a sneer. He was wearing wireless headphones with large earmuffs on his head.

I saw him adjust the earphones, his body quickly trembled with the music in the earphones, and wandered around the living room step by step.

Through the gap between the two cabinet doors, Lin Zian saw the young man's casual posture and movements, and his expression seemed to be very familiar with this house.

"This person should be the owner of this house, why does he feel familiar."

Lin Zian frowned, and began to search the original owner's memory.

But after a while, the outside suddenly changed.

After the young man walked through the door of a bedroom, the door of that bedroom was opened silently, and the tall man walked out.

At this moment, the tall man was quietly approaching the young man with a baseball bat in his hand.

Facing the crisis, the young man was still immersed in his own world, listening to the explosive music from the headphones, closing his eyes, and shaking his body violently.

Suddenly, a fierce light appeared in the tall man's simple and honest eyes, and he raised the wooden stick high and struck forward.

The baseball bat hit the young man hard on the head, making a muffled sound.

With a plop, the young man fell to the ground, obviously knocked unconscious.

"idiot!"

At this time, the short man ran out from the bedroom, looked at the blood stains on the baseball bat, and cursed angrily, "I told you to knock him unconscious, not to kill him."

"I knocked him out."

The tall man said gruffly.

The short man hurried forward, squatted beside the young man, and carefully inspected the wound on the back of the young man's head. Seeing that it was not serious, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tie him up quickly."

He found a rope from nowhere and asked the tall man to carry the young man to a chair.

Working together, the two tied the young man to a chair with rope.

"Boss, why did we tie him up?"

The tall man was puzzled while tying the rope.

The short man said: "Idiot, this is to prevent him from waking up in the middle and shouting, then we are finished."

Halfway through, the two seemed to feel that the masks were a little uncomfortable, so they both pulled them off.

Both looked very young, Mo about 27 or [-] years old.

The short man tightened the last knot, stuffed another towel into the young man's mouth, then picked up a tablecloth, and prepared to tie it on the young man's head, covering his eyes.

"Ugh..."

The young man frowned, and suddenly opened his eyes.

After seeing two men, one tall and one short in front of him, he immediately struggled.

Seeing this scene, the short man stopped halfway with his outstretched hand, and was stunned for a moment.

"Boss, didn't you want to cover his eyes? Why didn't you cover them?"

The tall man was a little puzzled.

"Idiot, we've all been seen, why should we cover it up?"

The short man threw off the tablecloth and looked at the young man with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Seen? What should I do?"

Only then did the tall man realize that the mask had been taken off just now.

The young man who had just woken up saw the fierce light in the short man's eyes, and immediately realized that something was wrong. He shook his body vigorously and tried to break free, but found that his hands and feet were bound tightly, and he couldn't break free at all.

Even when he wanted to open his mouth to speak, it was difficult to even move his tongue because of the towel in his mouth.

The fierce light in the short man's eyes became stronger and stronger, and he said coldly: "If you don't do anything, just kill him!"

The tall man asked, "Brother, didn't you say we don't kill people?"

"Stupid, that's for people who haven't seen our son."

The short man replied: "But this man has already seen us. If we let him go like this, he will definitely tell the police to arrest us. I'm afraid we will have to spend the rest of our lives in prison."

"prison?"

The tall man hurriedly shook his head: "No, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison. Brother, let's kill him!"

After hearing the words of the two thieves, the young man struggled even harder, with a look of fear in his eyes.

He really wanted to say something that would not reveal their faces to deceive them, but his mouth was blocked, and he couldn't make any begging for mercy.

"interesting."

In the cupboard, Lin Zian smiled when he saw the wonderful scene outside.

Now that the two thieves had changed from stealing to killing, he naturally had to stop them.

Even if they were going to kill ordinary people, Lin Zian would not choose to stand by and watch.

What's more, what they want to kill is the owner of this room, and he just stayed here for one night, and even borrowed some of the appliances.

So in any case, he will not choose to stand by.

Lin Zian gently pushed open the cabinet door, walked out, stood up, and walked lightly to the kitchen door.

At this time, the two thieves had already confirmed that they wanted to kill the young man, and they were discussing how to kill him.

Cut the throat with a kitchen knife, clean and neat, but too bloody.

Strangling the throat with a rope is not bloody, but it is too cruel.

The despair on the young man's face was almost indescribable after seeing the two men discussing how to kill him.

Seeing this, Lin Zian finally spoke up: "It's better to take a few pieces of paper and cover his face with water, so that he will suffocate to death within a few minutes. It won't be too cruel, and it won't be too scary."

The short man, who was denying the tall man's idea, nodded in agreement when he heard this sentence: "Not bad, this is a good way. Stupid, you finally thought of a..."

Halfway through the conversation, the short man immediately noticed the abnormality. The voice just now was not from the tall man.

He turned his head quickly, looked sharply at the direction of the sound, and immediately saw Lin Zian standing at the door of the kitchen.

"Who are you? Where did you come from? What do you want to do?"

After the short man asked four consecutive questions, his body pressed down slightly, and the muscles of his whole body began to tense, as if he had already made up his mind to pounce at the next moment.

The tall man, who was still thinking hard, saw Lin Zi'an, his expression changed from surprise to serious at first.

Although his IQ is not high, he knows that people who see them when they steal things must be dealt with!

"Woooo..."

From the corner of the corner of the young man's eyes, when he found that there was still someone in the house, he burst into tears of joy, showing a look of survivors after a catastrophe.

Lin Zian spread his hands and said, "There are so many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?"

"who are you?"

The short man's face was tense.

Through these few seconds of observation, he was not as surprised and nervous as he was when he suddenly saw another person in the room.

Although I don't know how this person appeared, but the other party is alone, and his appearance is not as strong as his companion.

Once something happens, the two of us can quickly restrain each other.

The only thing to prevent is that this person jumps over the wall in a hurry and yells to attract other people.

"A well-meaning man passing by."

Lin Zian smiled.

"Well-wishers?"

The short man's face darkened: "What do you want to do?"

Lin Zi'an said: "Naturally, a kind-hearted person has done a good deed."

"You want to save him?"

"No! I just want to save you from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Bitter sea? What?"

The short man couldn't understand it.

Lin Zian smiled, without explaining, and walked straight towards them.

Chapter 220 The Taste of Power

Seeing Lin Zian walking towards them, although the two thieves didn't know how to face them with confidence given his thin body, they still subconsciously didn't want him to approach.

The short man took out a small knife, stuck it to the young man's neck, and threatened, "Don't come here, or we'll kill him!"

Lin Zian paused and asked, "Really?"

"of course it's true."

The short man said viciously, "Do you think we're going to play a joke on you?"

"I see."

Lin Zian nodded, and took another step, but the steps were not big and the speed was not fast, often only one meter per second.

"Damn it, if you take another step, we'll kill him!"

The short man pressed down on the knife attached to the young man's neck, and with a slight movement, he could quickly cut open the young man's skin and trachea, and enjoy the scene of blood splattering.

"Woo~"

The young man made a sound of unknown meaning, and now he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva, for fear that he would not be killed by the gangster, but would accidentally kill himself.

He looked at Lin Zian with pity and begging for mercy.