Rules of Scum Attack [Quick Transmigration]

City A in August has entered the rainy season, and the rainstorm outside the window mercilessly splashed the last indulgence.In the room, Luo sat at the desk and slowly flipped through a book. The warm light filled the room, but it seemed empty and lonely.

Behind him, and even on the walls on both sides, there are huge bookcases full of books.Luo wore framed glasses and a comfortable sweater, and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet.

This is a single-family house, used as Luo's living and working place, he is a well-known psychiatrist in City A.

The sound of rain outside the window covered everything, and the house was silent, but soon, the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere was broken up.The hasty knock on the door disturbed the tranquility, Luo closed the book and opened the door in slippers.

The two men in black raincoats showed their police badges solemnly in front of them: "Have you seen anyone suspicious tonight? Dr. Luo."

Luo Wen smiled gently, then shook his head: "No. What's the matter?... Sergeant Chick."

The warm light shone on his face, and the man frowned. He knew this doctor, and many colleagues had come here for psychological counseling, even himself once.

But it always feels weird.The doctor's Asian face added a touch of mystery and tenderness to him, but the dark pupils had a trembling of being stared at, which was not gentle.

"...Doctor, if you see a man wearing a prison uniform, please inform me immediately, that man is very dangerous." Chick said seriously, the brim of the raincoat was still dripping down, soaking into the carpet at the door, staining There are dark marks.

Luo glanced down vaguely, then nodded with the corners of his mouth bent, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, good night."

"…Good night."

The door was closed gently, but Chick looked at the door with some anxiety.As the youngest sergeant of the police station, in addition to his excellent ability to handle cases, his intuition for crimes is also very important, but now, something seems to have disappeared before his eyes.

Luo stood in front of the closed door, looking at the dark traces in the corner not far away, and gradually disappeared into the hidden darkness.

He walked over there slowly, and there was a man sitting under the shadow covered by the heavy curtains.He raised his hand-gun and pointed it at Luo, like a wolf's blue pupils forming dark gray in the darkness, grinning as if he was staring at his prey.

"Hush—" the man put his index finger in front of his lips, blocking Luo's words, "Be quiet, doctor, if you don't want to die."

Ke Luo was always so calm, he didn't seem to have the slightest fear of being threatened to his life safety. His eyes moved down and he looked at the clothes on the man's abdomen. The black and white prison uniform was stained with a large group of blood red marks, and he was gradually fainting outwards. dye.

"You're hurt." Luo said, he raised his hands to show his harmlessness, then walked slowly towards the man and squatted down.

Under the wet hair was the man's vigilant gaze. He squinted his eyes and pressed the muzzle of the gun to Luo's chin, but he didn't use any force.

Luo tentatively stretched out his hand and lifted the man's soaked clothes. The rain mixed with fresh blood dripped onto the mahogany floor, blending with the color there.

The left abdomen near the navel was pierced by a bullet, and the rotting flesh wrapped the hole and squeezed out blood crazily, but he seemed to be breathing cautiously.

"You need treatment." Luo closed the man's clothes and said just looking into the man's eyes.

Those beast eyes were staring at him fiercely. It was not the fear of the little beast, but the cruel oppression of the blood-stained adult beast.

"It's really kind, doctor." The man said this inexplicably, and then he grinned, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Then will you kill me?" Luo asked instead of answering him.Before the man could answer, he stood up and left the most defenseless back.

"Hahaha——" the man stood up against the wall. He leaned against the wall and watched the doctor rummaging through something. He was 1.9 meters tall and bent due to pain, but his hand holding the gun was very strong. He staggered a little. He sat down on the sofa in front of the coffee table, not minding the blood staining the red and black sofa at all.

Luo took the medical kit and walked in front of the man, knelt down on one knee and lifted off the man's clothes, and the pistol was now pressing on Luo's temple.

The man looked at Luo's movements casually, watched him take out tweezers and medical gauze, and bandaged and cleaned the wound familiarly.Because of the pain, the abdominal muscles trembled, and the man's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still didn't say a word, but those eyes were still staring at the Asian man.

"You should have died in the flowers." The man said suddenly, Luo was stunned for a moment, and continued to bandage his wound, "Cut off your head, dig out your brain, use formalin to preserve your appearance, and then leave your body empty Plant the seeds of flowers in your brain...Let me think, what flower is best for you...roses? Then put you in a museum when the flowers bloom, so everyone can enjoy my art."

The man spoke frightening words easily, and even his other hand was still stroking Luo's smooth face as gently as a lover.

But Luo didn't have any negative emotions in his eyes, and he was still staring at his wound flatly.

A little boring, the man thought.Such a person would not have any sense of accomplishment even if he killed him.

"Did you know? According to science, psychopathy has genetic genes, which means that if the father is psychopathic, then [-]% of his children will inherit such genes." Luo suddenly said , he tied a beautiful knot for the man at the end, then raised his eyes to look at the man, "Are you like this?"

The man looked down at Luo, and raised his gun slightly against Luo's chin: "So, what conclusion did you draw?"

Luo said, "I don't know you, so I don't know."

"What a kind doctor." The man said sarcastically, as if he felt sad for the stupidity of the person in front of him, and he didn't intend to say anything more.

The man is only 23 years old this year, and he went to prison for murder not long after graduating from college.

However, he escaped.

Since he was a child, his superior mind made him known as a genius, coupled with his beautiful appearance, the media called him "Apollo from Hell". No one knew how many people he killed, nor did he understand how a cautious murderer Such a fair and honest exposure of his traces.

"So Apollo." Luo called, the man's golden hair looked like an angel under the warm light, but such a man was a cruel demon inside.

"When are you going to kill me?"

The man frowned, watching the doctor's sacrificial words, his heart beat faster for the first time, who had always regarded human beings as a pastime.

Luo Wen smiled and said, "I like the death you describe very much."