Mr Killer Next Door

The two men tried to turn over almost simultaneously when they fell, but Kim Woo Cheol clearly had the upper hand.

His knees tightened around Jiang Yu's ribs, causing his entire chest to rattle, and the strength of his legs was so strong that his ribs almost pierced into his lungs.

They are constantly tumbling on expensive rugs.

Occasionally bumped into the corner of the table, and was cut bloody by unprotected sharp objects; occasionally the forehead and skin were cut by the fallen porcelain;

Jiang Yu was familiar with Jin Youzhe's usual killing methods, and refused to give him any chance to choke his throat. Knuckles, fingers, legs and feet took turns to fight, leaving deep tearing marks on that terrifying and crazy face.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Jiang Yu roared out of breath. He had to buy some time for himself, and he had to disrupt Jin Youzhe's rhythm.

"Justice, righteousness, there is no more appropriate explanation than this."

"Don't make such a joke, Jin Youzhe, you are killing people. Those poor girls don't want to be treated like this at all. They shouldn't encounter this, and shouldn't be marked with a price when they were born-now you are just a cocoon! You Deserved to be cornered."

"It doesn't matter." Jin Youzhe retaliated and crushed his ribs hard with his knee.With both hands brazenly exerting force, Jiang Yu's left wrist bone was instantly broken, "This is President Qiu's wish. As long as it is what he desires, as long as it can be realized by killing people, I will fulfill it for him one by one!"

Jiang Yu groaned in pain, and his resistance weakened.

"You have killed many innocent people, Kim Woo Cheol."

"They are not innocent!" The lunatic roared out of control, "They deserve it."

"——No one deserves to die, Jin Youzhe. You should have reflected on all your sins during the long sentence, but what about you?... After others took the blame for you, and after you regained your freedom, you not only did not repent, Instead, it got worse. Is this how you fulfilled Qiu Ang's wish?"

"That's what they asked for! They brought it on themselves, these impotent women are nothing more than leeches that cling to our skin, feeding on our blood, whether it's beheading worms or ripping them out of wounds, They died as a matter of course—and you, you are the one who blocked the chairman's way, and you who confused the young master's heart, you really deserve to die."

"Enough, you crazy—" Jiang Yu couldn't finish his sentence.

Those terrifyingly large hands directly strangled his throat.

Jiang Yu patted the man's strong arm in pain, trying to open his mouth to breathe like a thirsty fish.

His eyes turned white, and the next moment he was almost strangled to death by the man.

The depths of Jin Youzhe's pupils were filled with madness, and he was muttering prayers silently, but his eyes became more and more lax.

"My Father in heaven, forgive my sins, forgive the sinful Antichrist..."

If he doesn't do anything else, he will explain it here today!

Jiang Yu's right hand desperately scratched the ground until a sharp piece of glass cut his palm.

The stinging pain regained a sliver of reason, he bit his lip, held the piece of broken glass, and stabbed at Jin Youzhe's head.It didn't work once, it just meandered down a stream of blood, and the force on the throat didn't relax at all; the second time, the monster-like man on his body seemed to finally feel the pain, and his fingers like iron pincers twitched for a moment; the third and fourth times, Jiang Yu only felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and his eardrums were filled with a throbbing heartbeat.

Unable to focus, his eyes drifted to the ceiling in a daze.

He raised his hand and stabbed feebly one last time.The tension in the neck finally began to slow down.Oxygen re-enters the trachea, causing the dying man to convulse.

Panting heavily, Jiang Yu crawled out from under the unconscious big man.

He lay on the ground, propped his heavy eyelids, and looked around the wall and ceiling.

The walls are covered with all kinds of pictures, including watercolors and oil paintings, and some of them are hard to see clearly.

This seems to be an abandoned lounge. The things in the room are old and covered with a thick layer of dust.

***

The stairs spiraled down, and the bright yellow lights pointed all the way to the bustling dance hall.

The black crowd separated automatically, and fear, anxiety and curiosity were surrounding a figure. It was a young, tall and thin boy, wearing a jumpsuit and long jeans that did not match the feast, and carrying a guitar bag, looking solemn as if he was coming Go to a funeral.

"What are you doing."

Qiu Ang looked at him coldly.

Noticing movement at the stairs, the man turned around.

"Funny." The deep blue eyes narrowed slightly behind the mask, and the boy nodded and said, "Is there any problem with coming to my coming-of-age ceremony? - Don't tremble, you witch." He turned to the nearest lady , "Didn't your stylist tell you? This dress is a disaster on you, look at those puff pastry thighs."

"Oh my god, President Qiu, who is this rude guy?"

The shocked and enraged lady, who had been attacked for no apparent reason, was desperately seeking help from the host of the party.

"... Ma'am, please allow me to handle it. Take the guests to the annex, butler. I think the guests need a champagne fountain to ease their emotions." Qiu Ang signaled the butler to take the others away as soon as possible. He faced the crowd, He said loudly, "I'm very sorry, my distinguished guests, there was a slight mistake at the banquet. Maybe the invitation letter was lost in some corner by the postman. For this, you will get due compensation."

Amid doubts and approval, the obedient sheep quickly followed the shepherd and left.

The black-haired boy who spoke rudely enjoyed the curious gazes of the people around him.

Although the voice of inquiry and doubt was fleeting, it still won a disdainful sneer from him.

Qiu Shihuan stared at each other silently.

If you observe carefully, you will find that his teeth are gradually clenched, and the tendons in his neck emerge, obviously being dominated by some kind of emotion.

Qiu Ang seemed to have a headache.

He made a simple gesture, and immediately a bodyguard stepped forward to offer a cigarette.

"Where are the guards? Where have they gone? Why hasn't anyone notified me in advance until now—whether it's you returning to the country, or coming to the Red Top Mountain Villa on your own initiative..."

"Pin your hopes on a group of dead people? Think this will prevent me from coming back? You really have it, old guy." The black-haired boy didn't answer his question, and shrugged his shoulders as a matter of course.He tilted his head, noticed Qiu Shihuan who was guarded by bodyguards behind him, and greeted enthusiastically, "Is there a counterfeit behind? Hello, golden head, you are much more beautiful than before. I can take a closer look at you blood vessels?"

Qiu Shihuan's lips showed a sunny arc.

"Of course, but we can talk about that later—good evening, bro, where's Hisaya? I think he must have brought you here, why didn't I see him. Did you slit his throat? "

"I don't think so. He's still very useful, and it would be a pity to kill him. Don't you think it's a pity, counterfeit?"

"I don't think so." Qiu Shihuan smiled brightly, "It is my greatest honor to cut your throats in sequence."

It's not consent, it's warning, it's threat.Because in the next second, he shook off the bodyguards beside him with a smile, leaned forward, broke through the bodyguards' obstruction with super instantaneous explosive power, and a piercing cold glow lit up his cuffs.

The tip aimed at the figure and went horizontally.

"Stop. Sehwan, stop!"

He heard his father hysterical behind his back.

But driven by the hatred and the pleasure of revenge that can't be released anywhere, he can't restrain himself, his steps are brisk, and he seems to be born again.

Many, many years ago, he happened to meet such a person.

That person is the ghost of midnight, the ghost-like existence in the house.

As a child, it was his excuse to hide in his father's arms for comfort, a specter similar to the monster under the bed, the wriggling mural.

Its existence has never been confirmed, and it has never been in contact with humans.

In the other courtyard that is not allowed to enter or leave, driven by the muddy ground full of footprints and the curiosity of going out late at night, the little boy quietly followed behind his sister.

When she discovered the secret between her and the night, the child didn't even dare to say it - because only in the evening, only when he was asleep, would she return home like Santa Claus.

He closed his eyes and looked forward to the whole night, but the door of the bedroom was never pushed open, and the Christmas stocking by the bed was not filled with little wishes.

This did not dampen the child's fighting spirit, and he quickly took action.

After several days of observation, he found that his sister always went purposefully to the West Garden, which was rarely visited by anyone.

But there was nothing there except the roses, which were blooming in uncommon abundance.

Like a kitten attracted by scattered snacks, he followed his sister curiously.Sneaked into a rose bush and waited with bated breath.

Not long after, the child saw a figure coming out from behind the tree. The other person was wearing a white peaked cap, and the rest could not be seen clearly.

He carefully measured it with his small hands, and found that the man was about the same height as himself.

The moment he approached the girl, the man raised his hand and slapped her.

That slap was heavy, heavier than expected.The applause was so loud that it made one's scalp tingle.

She was slapped to the ground by the overwhelming force, and the scab on her knee split open again, gushing out blood.

She struggled several times but couldn't get up.

"Why are you late?"

"I……"

She curled up her body desperately, but what she got in return was a more violent kick aimed at her abdomen.

"What about an apology? I ask you to apologize? The guy who didn't obey the time and broke the rules, it's good that he didn't kill you-damn, damn!" Every kick was solidly kicked in the heart and lower abdomen, "Why is it An inefficient woman like you?"

"sorry."

The lips were bitten and blood flowed.She raised her head in a daze, and her long, disheveled hair fluttered in the grass like she was dying.

The girl seemed to catch sight of the child who was about to climb out of the flowers and run to her side.

She immediately put her index finger to her lips, smiled and shook her head, signaling him not to come over.But the next kick made her groan.

"Sorry……"

"I'm really sorry……"

The child covered his mouth, and tears fell uncontrollably.

He retreated behind the bushes under his sister's repeated requests.

As the resistance and struggle became smaller, the man kicked away the girl who was not moving.

He raised his neck and sighed deeply.

"Unhappy, really unhappy. Why did the old guy bring back a counterfeit? Why do you like him so much? Except for a more beautiful face, hey——" He stepped on the girl's lap, tilted his head and smiled lowly, " If his face is scratched, will that kid be kicked out?"

"Don't touch him." The chapped and bleeding lips collided up and down, "It has nothing to do with him..."

"I'm already like this, but I still want to protect him? I don't understand." The other party kicked her nose bone suddenly, and laughed happily amidst the screams, "——I don't understand."

Until the perpetrator had fun again, and laughed from the bottom of his heart again.

Satisfied, he turned around and finally allowed the bruised-nosed girl to sit up.

She straightened her legs tremblingly, dragging a black plastic bag containing a large object with both hands.Under the gaze of the other party, the girl walked to an open space dug in advance.

"I heard that new roses are going to be planted here." The person standing behind her smiled viciously, "Just use your hands, let's bury them."