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Some people are destined to have no sleep tonight.

A tall figure entered a residential area in the dark, and the surveillance of this residential area has been hacked by him, so he will not leave any traces when he enters and exits.

Under the illumination of the street lights in the neighborhood, his handsome face had a somewhat pleasant smile. It was hard to imagine that he was here to kill people.

This night, two murderers in the imperial capital acted at the same time, causing headaches for the police.

One of them is the code-named fog, and the other is the sublimator.

If the code-named fog is the kind of chivalrous person in ancient times, then the sublime is the evil ghost crawling out of the ground. They kill people, one has a purpose, and the other is completely at will.

When he came to the family's house that had been stepped on, the man opened the lock with a gun, and then stepped into someone else's house.

Liu Xiao, a sophomore in high school, is the bully of the school. He often leads a group of younger brothers to bully his classmates. He is lawless. A classmate was bullied and had nowhere to ask for help. He committed suicide by jumping off a building, and his head fell to the ground like a smashed watermelon.

The other party's parents sued Liu Xiao, his younger brothers and the school, but in the end because there was no evidence, the person who should be punished had nothing to do.

Passing through the living room, the man accurately found Liu Xiao's room. He opened the door, and the other party was already fast asleep. He walked to the bedside and covered Liu Xiao's face with the handkerchief with the special drug.

Sudden suffocation, Liu Xiao woke up, but his struggle stopped within a few seconds, he couldn't move, his throat was numb, and he couldn't call for help. He looked at the figure in the dark in fear, not understanding what was going on.

"Good evening." The man greeted relaxedly, and then turned on the bedside lamp. He ignored the frightened Liu Xiao, but picked up the photo frame on the bedside table.

Inside was Liu Xiao's photo. He pulled out the photo and replaced it with a photo of a boy. He held the photo frame in front of Liu Xiao and shook it. Liu Xiao recognized who this boy was, the one who jumped off the building and died. people.

"You don't know, the cries of his parents broke my heart, I'm so sad." The man sighed, he grabbed Liu Xiao's neck with one hand, the light in his eyes was like the fangs of ghosts, his breath It fell on Liu Xiao's face, making Liu Xiao feel like he was facing a beast that was about to tear him apart.

The fear reached the extreme, the scalp was numb, and all the hairs stood on end.

Yet no one saved him, he had no one to turn to.He looked at the man pleadingly and desperately, wanting to beg him to spare him, but there was a dull gurgling sound in his throat, but he couldn't speak.

"Their voices are driving me crazy, so I have to deal with your rubbish." The man pulled Liu Xiao down and made him kneel in front of the photo. difficulty.

Apparently the man found out too.

"Wait for me." The man drew out the dagger, stabbed Liu Xiao's neck, and cut Liu Xiao's vocal cords. Even if the pain was extreme, Liu Xiao would not be able to make a sound.

The severe pain and the imminence of death made Liu Xiao's eyes wide open, his mouth opened, and he let out a silent cry.

He took out a baseball bat from his backpack, and the man compared it to Liu Xiao's head. Liu Xiao, who was paralyzed on the ground, looked at the man's smiling face, thinking that he saw the grin of a ghost.

Liu Xiao's father, who was sleeping in the master bedroom, seemed to hear a dull sound in his sleep, as if something had been blown up, but he didn't wake up because the sound was not loud, so it didn't wake him up.

There are three goals for tonight. The man didn't stay here with Liu Xiao, and left quickly after finishing the solution.

Darkness covers the city, there is not a single star in the sky, and even the moon is lazy and does not come out, hiding in the corner of the universe, forgetting the planet under its feet.

It doesn't matter if there is no light from the sky, the city is full of bright lights, some are warm, some are deserted, and some are colorful and dazzling.

The outside light spilled into the living room through the glass. It was colored light, and it looked ghostly and blurred in the living room where only one warm lamp was on.

There were subtle sounds in the living room, tick-tock-tick, the sound of water dripping, very urgent, but the sound slowed down after a while.

The sofa and table in the living room were moved aside, and what fell on the floor was a red liquid that fell from the table and formed a small pool on the floor.

Even if the light is not bright enough, it is enough for people to see a pile of things in the living room. It is a few people, or their wreckage.

The shattered corpses were piled up in the shape of hills, and blood flowed out from under the corpses, spreading to the surroundings, extending twisted and terrifying traces.

In this slaughterhouse, there are voices ringing.

Not far from the table, there was a person sitting on the sofa by the window, he was humming the tune of a song, and the sound came from him, he sat for a while, as if waiting for the song to finish, and then stood up .

When he walked to his work, there was no emotion in his heterochromia eyes, and his disregard for life made him look weird and cruel.

He bent down and looked at the little girl's head. The little girl stared at him with big eyes and blood on her face. Her innocent and clear eyes had lost the color of life.

He was not looking at the dead little girl, but he took a finger from the stumped arm beside the little girl.

The box he carried contained the left eye of the hostess, the right forearm of the hostess, and the left index finger of the little girl.

After getting what he wanted, the man known as the sublimator left the family, leaving only bloody terror everywhere.

The next day, two criminal teams were dispatched.

The author has something to say: It's so sad that the popularity is over, it feels like my son is getting married, and I cry out loud.

I have to adjust for a few days.