Mr Killer Next Door

Several empty wine bottles rolled down on the ground. The labels and concentrations on the bottles declared that this was a targeted and rational murder.

The curtains filter out a faint cool tone, like blue Hawaii without lemon slices, or like a melting iceberg.

The intermittent roar of motorcycles can be heard outside from time to time, and the modified headlights occasionally pierce the night sky.

There is also a dance hall that collaborated with the crime. In order to attract business, it did not hesitate to place two main speakers at the corner of the street, playing old-fashioned English songs day and night.

There was a box of sleeping pills by the bed, two-thirds empty.

The trash can in the corner was full of empty cigarette boxes, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts of different lengths, wrinkled together with damp.

Another sleepless night, stereo, motorbike, and nausea from alcohol, any one of which can wreck a man to the point of mental breakdown.

Jiang Yu tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he could only look at the easel facing the bed.

Several oil paintings with unfinished background colors were covered with white cloth.

Uninvited mice gnawed the feet into the pits and then disappeared without a trace.

He cursed over the rumble of the engine.

Then he turned over irritably, and clamped a pillow over his ear, which had been tortured for more than four hours.

Among all the noise, the strange movement was very clear.

Jiang Yu heard the door lock move a few times, and at that moment, the alcohol all over his body was instantly pressed back into his chest.

He opened his dazed eyes, and immediately lifted the quilt and fell to the ground.

You know, living on this street, death or disappearance is commonplace.

Jiang Yu picked up the rusty golf club at the head of the bed, and kicked away the torn blanket that caught his toes.

He was barefoot, moving cautiously on the rolled-up rug.

It is not surprising that there are people outside.

Just talking about their rental house, there is indeed a mental patient who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and knocks on the door everywhere.The person usually turns around and walks away after a few bumps.

But this time, the person outside the door has a strong purpose. Judging from the frequency of the door lock turning and probing, this person may have come prepared.

Jiang Yu immediately took out his mobile phone from his pajamas pocket, but found that he couldn't turn it on.

He held back his anger and didn't dare to say anything, he was so angry that he smashed the iron shell into the palm of his hand.

The boot interface flashed a few times in response to the occasion, and then there was no sound, and it fell into darkness again.

Jiang Yu finally remembered that two weeks ago, someone threw his mobile phone into the fish tank and it was soaked.

He could only pull the shoe rack by the door, block the door panel, and turn around to find the landline.

The moment he took his first step towards the living room——

The bolt clicked and moved.

Goosebumps rose on his back, and Jiang Yu's expression changed drastically.

Before he could react, the door was pushed open from the outside in an instant.

The door stopper was directly displaced by the impact, the shoes on the shelf were smashed down, and the steel pipe at the bottom was broken into two pieces by external force.

The stool at hand fell into a tangible trip wire, and seemed to want to create an opportunity for the owner of the house.

But the man slowly raised his foot, and the white sneakers went over the back of the chair and invaded the narrow and cramped room.

Before Jiang Yu had time to catch his breath, he was hit head-on, making him dizzy, and he collapsed at the man's feet with stars in his eyes.

The back of his head hit the carpet lightly, his nose was sore, and a burst of damp heat flowed into his mouth.

The door chased after the pair of white sneakers and closed it.

A pair of slender hands with gemstone rings on each finger moved to his eyes, shaking left and right.

"Good evening, I'm here, uncle, hello—hello? Are you still alive?"

Very young voice.

The other party's earrings looked like some kind of high-quality purple gemstone, with a mellow texture, and it flashed in a flash, making his eyes sting.

The man's face could not be seen clearly in the trance, but the outline of the chin was particularly delicate—is this man a serial killer or something?Or a psychotic criminal?

Jiang Yu was a little confused, his voice sounded like a child's.

The tattoo on the teenager's throat forms some kind of sinister image, like the behemoth Leviathan in the Book of Job.

The intruder squatted down with a faint smile.

He sniffed Jiang Yu's breath.

"It looks like he's still alive, that's great. I'm worried that I won't be able to control my strength, and I'll accidentally kill Uncle."

He was laughing, quite amused.

The words that came out made people shudder.

Jiang Yu wanted to move, but the stick hit the vital point.

Although he didn't kill himself immediately, the extremely targeted attack still caused him to lose control of his body, and he could only fall to the ground unable to move.

This man is deliberate, he knows how to keep people awake, and he also knows the way the human body responds to harm.

While humming, the other party grabbed the owner's collar and dragged him from the living room to the bedroom.

"Wow—uncle, to be honest, your house is really dirty." The assailant kicked away the empty wine bottle on the ground, without any regard for other people's feelings, "Is the bedroom in this direction? Uh, there are a lot of cigarette butts. The bathroom I haven't washed my clothes yet. How about we go to the bedroom and talk? I want to sit on the bed!"

Jiang Yu's stomach hit the corner of the table, the pain made his brain clear, and he struggled exhausted.

But it didn't help, he was dragged to the lair by bloody hunters like an antelope whose throat was about to be bitten off.

After pushing open the door of the bedroom, the other party casually abandoned him in the corner.

The intruder talked to himself and came to the unfinished painting, and lifted the white cloth covering it one by one.

Through the dim light filtered in by the curtains, he realized that the child in front of him, this mentally abnormal teenager, felt extremely sexy all over his body.

The boy's hair is pale platinum, his facial features are typical of Europa, and his eyes are beautiful indigo.

It's just that his body is not as slender as imagined, and the tights reveal the beauty of strong limbs.

Teenagers can have body fat percentages close to single digits.The short leather jacket and the fashion-forward metal shape can't hide the wildness that hits the face.

It was a boy who could make people unable to take their eyes off with just one glance.

The fair-skinned boy looked at his paintings and commented with a smile.

"It's all rubbish. Uncle, is it true that an elderly person like you needs to smoke and drink to get back a little feeling? I'm curious, this kind of thing is making your body full of holes In the past, did it really bring you any so-called 'inspiration'?"

The young man swaggered with his hands behind his back, as light as if he was in his own home.

Jiang Yu didn't dare to say anything, so he could only lower his head and take a deep breath.

While the other party turned his back, he went to appreciate another painting.Jiang Yu got up angrily, grabbed the ashtray beside the bed, and threw it towards the figure, regardless of the risk of tearing the wound with large movements.

The parabola was intercepted in mid-air.

The boy didn't even look back.

"Uncle, did I tell you. Don't interrupt me when I'm talking?"

The other party was not angry.

The tone was calm, as if the development of the situation was completely expected.

The boy played with the dirty ashtray nonchalantly.

After thinking for a while, he turned his head in Jiang Yu's direction, with a lazy smile still on his face.

But this time, the boy picked up the ashtray with a plan, and his sneakers played in a cheerful and terrifying rhythm.

Jiang Yu struggled to get up and dodge, as long as he moved a little, the nosebleeds would flow one after another.

While Jiang Yu was dazed by the pain, the young man quickly stepped on his trousers.

The body is thrown into the carpet, in a face-down position.

Jiang Yu couldn't help crying out in pain, he only felt his head hurt more and more, but he couldn't do anything by propping up his body several times.

All the insulting words stuck in his throat.

Indigo eyes looked down gently.

"Uncle. Why do you want to run? Are we unhappy talking?" The young man grabbed his hair from behind, his fingers were so hard that he almost tore the roots of the hair, "Relax, I know you want to run away now. But can you Where are you going? If you leave this door, your life will be lost."

The victim was forced to look up, and the eyes of the two intersected, as if they could spark a cluster of electric sparks in the silence.

The young man smiled first.

"Why do you look at me like this? Don't uncle like my face the most?... Ah, I forgot. I still have work to do. First of all, let's learn some rules?"

The boy laughed while talking to himself, and soon lost interest in torturing other people's scalps.

The fingers loosened slightly, moved down, and pinched Jiang Yu's chin in an instant.

"First of all, you must learn to obey. Uncle, my subordinates are not serious or serious, you have to bear it well?" The young man casually picked up a handful of cigarettes and stuffed them deep into Jiang Yu's throat, "This feels right. What? Let me think about it, what should I do next."

What is he doing?What the hell is this little bastard talking about?

Jiang Yu's eyes were wide open, he struggled violently under the opponent's restraint, his throat desperately rejected, but he still couldn't get rid of this involuntary hand force.

"Wait until your mouth is quiet. The work can go on."

The young man let go and waited patiently for Jiang Yu to spit out the contents of his mouth.

Then he picked up the other party's weak arm and threw it hard on the bed.

Before Jiang Yu could react, the boy turned over and rode directly on his belly.

The perpetrator picked up the ashtray and his pupils shrank suddenly.

It seemed that as soon as he found the right position, he couldn't wait to smash Jiang Yu's forehead.

This kid didn't kill him, Jiang Yu finally came to his senses when he took the second blow.Based on the previous performance of the other party, it may directly kill someone in the first strike.

Why did he do this?What is he trying to do?

Jiang Yu groaned and tried to push away the force on his body, but he didn't expect that the boy's whole body was as hard as iron, and he couldn't move it alive.

When he was beaten until his head was bleeding and his eyes were blurred in blood red, the boy stopped in satisfaction.

"Don't worry, I didn't hit the nail on the head. But uncle, the skin on the side of your forehead may need stitches." The boy's finger brushed the edge of the wound, as if he didn't care about his bloody forehead, slowly On the ground, with a strange and cruel curiosity, he tore off a piece of broken skin, "—Well, I'm quite good at it, and I shouldn't leave any scars."

"What the hell are you trying to do!"

Jiang Yu bit the blood on his mouth, and stared at the boy on him.

He spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth in pain, bitterness and humiliation spread on the base of his tongue, and the taste of nosebleeds dripping into his mouth was also very unpleasant.

"Don't be angry, uncle. As I said, this is work. Although it will make you feel worse than death temporarily."

The boy gave him a friendly smile.

Before Jiang Yu could question him, the young man grabbed his wrist with one movement.

All the injuries he had suffered before were doubled at this moment. Jiang Yu wanted to call for help, but he opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't even make a sound, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

stop.

stop.

He wanted to pinch the other person's ear to force him to stop.

But in the end, there was no sound from the mouth, and instead of the sound of the throat, two arms were dislocated in an instant.

A sharp pain worse than an electric shock forced the whole body to bounce upwards.

Then, amidst Jiang Yu's painful screams.

The young man smiled and took off the short leather jacket outside, and took off the close-fitting gray tight vest to the head of the bed.

The powerful thighs clamped Jiang Yu's psoas muscles, showing him this body with wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect enough to make people's blood pumping, but also as lean as a carnivore.

Be it contours or skin.It's as if it was carefully carved by someone.

Cruel and extravagant.

"Haven't you discovered it yet? Uncle, no matter you create people or things, they don't have souls." The deep words were like a spell, sinking in his ears, "So, I want to give you an inspiration, you will Free yourself from the shackles of exhaustion and worldliness. You can-"

The warm fingertips traced back and forth on his swollen Adam's apple.

"—You can draw my body. But, remember one thing, send it to an address in District 23 for me on Saturday. I will reward you well."

This time, the boy's fingers touched Jiang Yu's lips.

"...The time is almost up. Let us finish the last step of the work together-good night, uncle."

Then, the ashtray fell on the bloody head again.

The author says:

I still suggest that you take a look at the introduction and the top (supporting the amount)

Because some questions have been answered repeatedly