I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Lu Bian saw an old man with a child, a girl with a dog, a middle-aged man in a suit sitting on a bench in the community, and a couple next to him looking at their mobile phones.

"You'll catch a cold."

Lu Juan kindly said to the down-and-out middle-aged man, his hair was wet, as if he had just crawled out of the water, the man was holding the briefcase in his hand, as if he was afraid of something.

The man glanced at Lu Bian and said nothing.

On the other hand, the couple next to them looked at the bench and looked at Lu Bian suspiciously.

"who are you talking to?"

The boy asked.

"Uncle here."

Lu Bian pointed at the middle-aged man.

"...Let's go, don't stay here."

The girl said something disgusting, pulled her boyfriend and stood up.

"Well, since you're willing to stay here, then forget it."

Lu Bian didn't bother, he just reminded him out of good intentions.

After having dinner in the backstreet of Jiangcheng University, Lu Bian returned to his home downstairs.

Taking the elevator upstairs, he came to the hallway of his house.

"Ok?"

After a short distance, Lu Bian realized that the door of his house was a little strange.

"I didn't close the door?"

He frowned slightly.

Because the anti-theft door is now closed, and it seems that it can be opened by reaching out.

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===115. Intruder===

"Thief?"

Lu Bian did not rush to the door.

Instead, he first called He Youwu and called the police.

It was already night, and if the other party had any weapons, Lu Bian felt that as an ordinary citizen, it would be difficult for him to compete with him. At this time, he should not be stubborn, just ask the police uncle honestly.

"What's the matter? Didn't you go to collect materials?"

He Youwu's impatient voice sounded, as if it was not his time for duty.

"After taking the materials, I found a penny on the side of the road."

Lu Bian replied smoothly.

"?"

He Youwu seriously wondered if Lu Bian was teasing him.

"Also, my house may have been invaded by thieves, and now I'm at the door."

"Thief?"

He Youwu's irritable mood suddenly became tense.

Besides the computer that can't mine, is there anything valuable in Lu Bian's house?To steal is not to steal his house!

I'm afraid it's not a thief, but...

"Serial murderer?"

He Youwu was alert, and hurriedly spoke to Lu Bian.

"Don't act rashly. The other party may be very dangerous. We will send someone immediately. If he leaves, don't stop him, just remember the characteristics."

"I understand."

Lu Bian responded, hung up the phone, and glanced at the hazy figure beside him.

"You watch here, I'm going from the other side."

He immediately came to the safe passage.

The window here leads to the outside, Lu Bian thought about it, and climbed out directly.

The thirteenth floor was quite high, but he was nimble, and soon followed the wall to the outside of his window.

Luckily, Lu Bian didn't have the habit of locking windows, so he pushed open the living room window, and Lu Bian rolled over and entered the room.

The room was empty, as if someone had come in.

He eased his steps and looked around.

"The bathroom? Or the bedroom?"

Lu Bian guessed where the other party might be hiding. After thinking for a moment, Lu Bian walked towards the bathroom.

...

15 minutes ago.

He came to the downstairs of a building in the community.

"It's here."

he muttered to himself.

This is where his target this time lives.

To be honest, he didn't like this unfolding.

For him, murder is not a means, but an end.

After awakening to such a hobby many years ago, he regarded killing as a hobby like watching movies and playing games.

When you are addicted, you will keep killing people, just like you can't stop playing games.

But he doesn't like what he's doing now.

Because now he wants to kill, not because he wants to kill, but because he has to kill this person.

This man had seen his own face and had linked himself to those previous cases.

His years of hiding were exposed, and such anger made him have to kill this man.

It's a pity to hear that this person is still an internet celebrity.

He checked his gloves, the knives in his pockets, which were all his companions.

Of course, he knew very well that the police might use this man as a bait and trap to capture him, but he couldn't hold back his anger. If he couldn't kill this man immediately, he would have trouble sleeping.

Very smoothly, he unlocked the door and entered the house.

He observed the man's routine for a long time, and knew that the man had just left home for dinner and would not come back in a short time.

He was going to hide in the closet, and when the man was caught off guard, he would kill, disassemble, arrange and display it, just like those who had died by his own hands before.

After seeing that many years ago, he felt that the past 20 years of his life had been wasted.

Obviously the more real world is so accessible, but you are still immersed in hypocritical interpersonal relationships, which is too wasteful!

He closed the door as if it had never been opened, and walked lightly across the living room towards the bedroom.

bang-

Suddenly, when he passed the bathroom, there was a sound from there.

Immediately alert, he pulled out the pocket knife in his pocket.

"Is there anyone else?"

He remembered that sometimes there was a woman next to this man, living in the same community, and they looked like a couple. Could that woman be at home now?

He looked towards the bathroom.

On the ground, a bottle of shampoo was still shaking slightly, as if it had just fallen off the shelf.

He stood at the door to confirm that there was no one else in the kitchen, bathroom, or bedroom.

There really is no one else.

"The wind blows?"

He walked into the bathroom and bent over, ready to pick up the bottle of shampoo.

At this moment, he saw an eye staring at him in the floor drain of the bathroom next to the shampoo.

hum-

His heart skipped half a beat, he blinked, and the eyeball seemed to disappear again.

He took a closer look at the drain, only to find some wet women's hair nearby.

"Illusion?"

He put the shampoo back on the shelf and turned to leave.

But when he turned his head, he saw that there seemed to be something in the mirror in the bathroom.

He stopped.

Slowly, slowly, turn to look in the mirror.

The mirror is reflecting his own appearance, exactly the same.

He breathed a sigh of relief.