Throne of Radiance

"Mr. Zhou, I have transferred the rent for the second half of the year to you. Have you received it?"

The beautiful young woman leaned against the door, blocking the door intentionally or unintentionally, with a standard smile on her face.

She frowned slightly, and glanced at the middle-aged man in front of her.

"I received it, I received it, Xiao Liu, you are so refreshing!"

The middle-aged man on the opposite side kept his eyes on her, sliding down from the girl's young and bright face, his eyes were as slippery as snakes.His greasy face was full of smiles: "I have worked with so many tenants, and Xiao Liu is the most worry-free, young, beautiful and capable..."

After laughing twice, a more attentive smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, and his chest was thumping loudly: "But, Xiao Liu, you came to work alone from other places, so there must be many inconveniences here. How can you, a young girl, understand the sinister heart! If there is anything, just call me! I am in the local area, and I still know a few people!"

While saying this, he intentionally or unintentionally looked into the half-open door, ignoring the young woman's frown that was getting tighter and tighter.

Seeing that the other party never invited him in to sit down and have a cup of tea, and the enthusiasm for answering the conversation was not high, the middle-aged man who had been courteous finally closed his voice angrily, and took a few steps back:

"Then Xiao Liu, you are busy, so I won't bother you. Remember, if you need anything, you must come to me! Don't be polite!"

He turned around and didn't take a few steps, when he heard a "bang" sound behind him, turned his head, and the door was already closed.

"Pooh!"

The smile on the man's face disappeared instantly.He spat hard on the ground, and his face became particularly ugly.

"Stinky bitch! Shame on your face! I don't know how many men have played with him, and he still looks down on me..."

He cursed all the way upstairs and returned to the room he lived in, but the anger in his heart was getting hotter and hotter.

Driven by this nameless fire of anger, lust, or both, the man couldn't wait to enter his bedroom and turned on the computer on the bed.

The small bedroom, dining room, bathroom... Each area is extremely clear under the shooting of the micro camera, and it is divided into pictures of different sizes on the computer screen.

A young woman whom he had just met not long ago appeared in the picture.

Probably because there is no need to be particular about being alone at home. At this time, she is casually spreading out on the sofa watching TV, sitting cross-legged with her left leg, her right leg is directly bent, and her palm is resting on her knee.Because of this movement, her skirt slid down to her waist, her white and straight thighs were not covered at all.

"Stinky bitch, you look down on me. I didn't expect the old man to look at you every day. He can look at you whenever he wants. He even knows exactly how many moles on your thighs look like, right?"

The middle-aged man in front of the screen muttered proudly to himself, leaned forward and moved closer to the screen without blinking his eyes.

Time passed gradually, and the dense night slowly fell, followed by torrential rain.

The time at the bottom of the computer screen was eight o'clock in the evening. The man who noticed this couldn't help but his eyes lit up. His Adam's apple rolled obviously, showing excitement.

He has turned off all the other frames on the screen, and the image belonging to the bathroom has been enlarged to full screen.

Amidst the sound of rushing water, the resulting white mist blurred the lens, and the figure of the young woman was looming.

The man's face is almost pressed to the screen.His greasy, disgusting skin was like sticky butter.

At this moment, the entire screen suddenly went black.

"What's going on?" The middle-aged man, who was immersed in his imagination, was interrupted. Before he could react, the screen in front of him suddenly turned blood red, and it seemed that a large amount of blood was flowing wantonly.

And amidst the blood all over the screen, an eye that occupied 1/2 of the screen suddenly opened, the empty white of the eye was covered with bloodshot eyes, and the pitch-black pupils stared straight at him!

"what--!"

The middle-aged man whose eyes were almost glued to the screen let out a scream, and flicked the computer with both hands, his whole body jumped up subconsciously, and his body fell directly backwards.

He just fell straight out of bed.

The fright at this moment made his heart rate soar to the highest peak, and he couldn't recover from sitting on the ground for more than ten seconds.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Suddenly there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

The heart of the middle-aged man who had finally calmed down tightened again.

"Who, who?"

He suppressed a cry of panic.

The locked door was suddenly slowly pushed open, and a shadow came in through the opening of the door, and the smell of rainwater made the middle-aged man shudder.

"Good night, sir."

An elegant and polite voice dispelled the eerie atmosphere, and the man who stepped in shook the black umbrella that was folded in his hand, and looked over with a pair of blue eyes smiling.

His smooth, light blonde hair slid down his cheeks, and the tips of his hair were clearly dripping water, but he didn't look a bit embarrassed.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty to come."

"—On this rainy night, you wouldn't coldly reject a traveler who has nowhere to go for the time being, would you?"

……

On the second floor of the apartment in the old city, a hard-shell notebook that looked old was spread out, revealing one of its pages.

[Zhou, male, 41 years old, earns a living by collecting rent. ]

[Garbage classification: ★★]

[The nature of its soul is extremely dirty, and it emits a stench and mental fluctuations without knowing it.On a certain day of a certain year, an ordinary middle school student happened to enjoy delicious food at a newly opened restaurant nearby to celebrate his junior high school graduation. He was attacked by a sudden stench and mental fluctuations. He, who had no experience in coping with it, almost vomited on the spot, not only almost ruining the restaurant The reputation affected the restaurant's business, and left a deep psychological shadow, which made him stay away from this area. He also lost his appreciation of food and began to learn to be self-reliant.Afterwards, when encountering other foul-smelling pollutions, they could treat them with a normal mind and continue to eat with the stench. #As long as the food I cook is unpalatable enough, there is no factor that can make it more unpalatable, and I don’t have to worry about affecting my appetite anymore! #]

[Cleaning Status:]

Pick up the pen next to it with one hand, and fill in three words in the last column: [Cleaned up √. ]

Then, the hand turned the next page.

·

"Brothers, I finally came out! Your sister, being disciplined inside every day, is driving me crazy!"

"It's good that Brother Yao is out, come, come, come, today the brothers will cleanse you up and let go of your bad luck!"

A group of youths with colorfully dyed hair hula-la rushed forward, and surrounded a tall young man with only a short layer of blue stubble on his forehead.

A group of people swarmed the street, causing people nearby to shake their heads and give way, with disgust in their eyes.

But they didn't care about it, and yelled as they walked: "Brother Yao has suffered, this time he came out and made up for it!"

"I heard that there are a lot of rules in the juvenile prison. We are quite curious. Brother Yao, how have you been in the past two years?"

The boy called Brother Yao shrugged his shoulders pretending to be calm: "That's it. Who is I, can they control me? Every day I think about giving me ideological and moral lessons to brainwash me, and I really think I eat their food." One set! Anyway, these two years have passed, and I will be a good guy when I come out!"

The tone of his speech was very rampant, but the young people around him all agreed, nodding and giving thumbs up.

"Awesome Brother Yao! I'll subdue you even if you don't support the wall!"

Amidst the compliments from everyone, "Brother Yao" raised his head more and more proudly, making an expression of #这不应该提ment#.

"By the way." He suddenly thought of something, and asked, "What happened to that crippled man? I stabbed him so many times at that time, and if he could save his life, I counted it as my mercy. This kind of softie even robbed Yang Qingqing from me. Ha! Save his life, he is not grateful to Dade, and wants to send me to eat a gun? Funny! I was not even sixteen at the time!"

The Yang Qingqing in his words is the former class flower, and the crush crush of many young people in this group, including "Brother Yao" himself.It's a pity that Yang Qingqing rejected his confession, and instead got together with the nerd who they had always looked down upon, and happened to be caught by him on a date.Feeling the strong humiliation, he impulsively kills the killer.

The lively crowd was silent for a few seconds before someone finally spoke.

"Brother Yao, don't you know? You have been here for two years, just last year, that cripple was admitted to a key university in the imperial capital, and he chose the fucking law department! Do you think he is funny? I laughed so hard It's all over!"

The others also laughed in agreement, but there was some embarrassment in this smile.No matter how mixed they are, they still know the gap in the future between top students in key universities and them.

"Brother Yao"'s face suddenly darkened.

Someone looked at his face and said cautiously: "I think that cripple is waiting for Brother Yao to come out. He must have revenge on you even if he doesn't give up! We have to guard against it."

"I guard against him?" "Brother Yao" pointed at himself, and suddenly snorted coldly, "Joke!"

"—If that kid really dares to trouble me, I'll make his other leg crippled too! He'll become crippled right away!"

He put down his harsh words on the spot.The originally awkward atmosphere suddenly returned to its previous excitement.

"Brother Yao is right, he's just a cripple, I'm afraid he's a bird!"

"Let's go, let's clean up brother Yao first! I've already booked a table at the restaurant, and we'll go to the Tianhai Bar after dinner. Recently, a very punctual hot girl came there..."

……

The colorful lights are changing, accompanied by the intense dance music, the people shaking on the dance floor look confused, and every face is illuminated by the lights in colorful colors.

"Brother Yao, have another drink!"

"It can't be done..." The young man called "Brother Yao" was in a daze, and his whole face was twisted into a ball, "I drank too much when I was eating, and now I drink again, it really can't be done..."

His stomach was overwhelmed, and he didn't care about face, he stood up and pushed the people around him away, and stumbled out: "I'll go to the bathroom first..."

The corridor leading to the bathroom was dim, and the constantly changing lights made him dizzy. He staggered forward while leaning on the wall, when a figure suddenly appeared in his blurred vision.

Someone walked towards him, the black umbrella in his hand was like a walking stick, and every step made a "da" sound.

The sound of "da, da" inexplicably made his heart beat faster.

The dangerous intuition developed by the two years of experience in the juvenile detention center made him subconsciously tense up, like a rabbit hiding in the grass after discovering a lion prowling.

However, the person in front of him also stopped in his tracks.

The unknown stranger slightly lowered his head and looked down at the young man who slipped and fell to the ground due to drunkenness or fright, with a perfect arc drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"Keep you waiting, I seem to be late."

"Perhaps the timing is just right?"

……

[Zhang, male, 16 years old, has just been arrested for committing a crime. ]

[Garbage classification: ★☆]

[The nature of his soul is relatively dirty, but he is extremely active and irritable. He has been polluting the middle school where he lives with 360-degree radiation for a long time.A freshman who had just entered high school was brutally persecuted. He was influenced by his negative thoughts at least five days a week. His immature mind was tortured, and his unformed three views were impacted, which almost affected his physical and mental health. It carried out violent removals.Fortunately, a freshman in high school with positive thinking and three outlooks has a firm mind and is not assimilated by his stinky soul and poor IQ to do things that destroy his future. report. #Do good deeds without leaving a name, I speak for protecting the environment! #]

[Cleaning status: Temporarily detained by the juvenile prison, will come out after two years and continue to pollute the environment, don't forget to clean up. ]

The hand holding the pen draws a horizontal line in the column of cleaning status, and writes three words again: [Cleaned √. ]

……

[Xiao, female, 19 years old, sophomore. ]

[Garbage classification: ★]

[Its soul essence is disgusting, and its mental fluctuations are particularly strong, exuding the smell of expired and rotten food, as well as a strong sour smell of jealousy.Nasty ideas for framing a good roommate pop up all the time.An innocent high school student passing by almost lay down a gun and became one of his tools to frame his roommate. He was hit by the stench and sour smell in his soul on the spot, almost thinking that he was attacked by a new type of biological and chemical weapon.In order to save the entire Yuanyang City, say no to war, and maintain world peace, all biological and chemical weapons should be cleaned up. #Start being a peace ambassador today! #]

[Cleaning status: Cleared √. ]

……

[Cleaning status: Cleared √. ]

……

[Cleaning status: Cleared √. ]

The notebook was turned over page by page, and the garbage to be cleaned up was marked with [cleared √] one after another.

And a new page is opened again...

The cry of the child, the begging of the woman, and the violent roar of the man, all mixed together to form a special symphony.

For the neighbors in this building, this is already a must-listen after dinner every day.

Since the small boss who was originally praised by everyone as a young talent failed in business and was in huge debts, he would make such disturbances at home every day while drinking to relieve his worries.

At first, they tried to persuade them, and even the police were alarmed to come several times.But as the woman repeated the phrase "I'm fine", and the man repeated the excuse "it's just a family dispute and mind your own business", the neighbors gradually lost their patience, and the police stopped coming to the door.

Upstairs and downstairs, I still eat, watch TV, and do my homework as usual, all when the sound in my ears is special background music.

They are separated by a wall, but they seem to live in two worlds.

Only the old man shook his head and sighed a few words: "Every day, why can't we live a good life?" Or sighed: "Old Wang is confused, his wife is also a soft-sounding one, but it is hard for the child. ah!"

"Well, who said it wasn't?"

Household 402, which was talked about behind the neighbors, was filled with a strong and pungent smell of alcohol at this time, broken wine bottle fragments were everywhere, the electric fan kicked to the ground was tilted to the side of the cabinet door, and the fragmented vases Among them, several withered flowers fell obliquely, and the withered petals were stained red by the blood on the ground.

"Why cry, don't cry!"

Following the man's roar like a dynamite explosion, a stool was kicked out, narrowly passing by the crying boy, and his delicate arm was directly bruised.

The boy's crying stopped abruptly, his whole face turned pale with fright, and he began to hiccup out of breath.

The woman paralyzed on the ground crawled forward a few steps, blocking the trembling boy behind her, she barely softened her voice: "Don't do this, you will scare the child. He is not sensible, wake you up to sleep, I will Teach him well..."

"Bang!" Another empty wine bottle was smashed to the ground.

The flying debris wiped a bloodstain on the woman's face, she just subconsciously leaned back to hide, not caring about the wound on her face - she had too many similar wounds on her body.

"I call him ignorant! Even seven years old and still ignorant?" The man's violent roar resounded throughout the room, "I work hard every day to go out to socialize and solicit business, and you can't even manage a child at home. What is the use!"

Every time he uttered a word, he breathed out the breath of alcohol, his flushed face was like an angry bull, and he pointed at the woman and cursed:

"Prodigal girls, the dead star of the family! Back then, my parents were right when they told me not to marry you, because you ruined my fortune! You don't know anything, you only know how to spend money to buy, and now I'm doing business. Failure, are you planning to run away with some wild man?"

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

The woman lowered her head and did not refute.

She really wanted to say that it was the man who promised to raise her so that she would have no worries about food and clothing. She also wanted to say that she had tried to save every penny for the family. I like her as she is now, because she doesn't even like herself.

But past experience told her that it is useless to refute. Choosing to remain silent may allow the other party to vent his anger early, and after he gets drunk, he may forget it when he wakes up.

...be patient, be patient.

...just bear it.

There is still a faint hope in the woman's heart.

——Now he is just hit by business failure, sooner or later, he will return to his former appearance.

——He will turn back into the good man who loves his wife and children.How much he had loved her.

— Just bear it a little longer, bear it a little longer.

The man is relentless.

He roared: "Speak! Speak!!"

It was followed by another shattering sound of wine bottles.

The shoulders of the little boy curled up on the ground shook violently, and he mustered up the courage to raise his head: "Mom didn't spend money randomly, and didn't look for wild men... I didn't mean to wake you up. Mom said you didn't eat, so let me wake you up." Have a meal……"

Although his voice was small, it was very clear. While speaking, he peeked at the dining table not far away and swallowed.

A table full of meals was just there, unmoved.For the man in front of them, they have already missed their meal.

But the man who was in a rage and just wanted to vent his emotions was not willing to listen to any explanation. From the beginning to the end, he only needed an excuse for him to vent.

Under the boy's terrified eyes, he stepped forward and flipped the table: "Eat, eat, eat, I tell you to eat! You only know how to eat like a pig! You are useless when you grow up!"

Still perplexed, he raised his foot and kicked at the two of them.

The woman tried her best to protect the child under her body and endured it silently.

While dodging, the boy covered his mouth and wept silently.

If this room is a small kingdom, then at this moment, this failed and incompetent man outside is the king who dominates the whole kingdom.

When he was angry, thunder and lightning flashed over the kingdom, and a typhoon passed through the border. The whole kingdom would be baptized by violent storms, and his subjects could only bear all this with humility.

No one dared to stand up and overthrow his rule.

Until a rhythmic knock on the door broke everything.

The man didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the knock on the door sounded again, and he seemed to refuse to let go if he didn't open the door.

"Which guy is meddling again..." The angry man passed through the living room and disappeared around the corner of the hallway.

The mother and son curled up on the ground finally got a moment of relaxation and got up from the ground. Their eyes looked at the entrance from time to time, just like a pair of frightened birds.

"Mom, let's go."

The boy grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes and spoke suddenly.

He looked expectantly, and shook the corner of his clothes: "When he gets drunk, let's escape together? Shall we?"

The woman turned her head in astonishment and looked at her son.

The boy's eyes were very serious, and he said in a childish voice: "Mom, are you worried that you can't support me? I can ask for money, I can pick up garbage to support you-let's run away together, and we don't have to worry about being beaten by a bad father anymore." gone."

The woman's lips trembled and she was unable to speak.

"Mom, don't wait for a good father anymore. He is a bad father now, and the good father will never come back." The boy's clear eyes seemed to see through all her thoughts.

In this look, some persistence in her heart finally failed.She gritted her teeth: "Okay, mom will take you away!"

The boy laughed all of a sudden, his crooked eyes were so bright, brighter than a woman had seen for a long time.

This made her finally firm up her determination.Looking at the unmoved entrance, she gave the boy a push: "Go back to your room and stay in your room, obediently go to bed, and I'll go take a look."

The woman boldly walked towards the door. She guessed that some kind neighbor held the man back. This kind of thing had happened before, but when he left, the man would only vent more anger on her and the child. body.

—she wished to prevent it as much as possible.

Walking through the porch, the woman tried to put on a smile on her scarred face.But the smile froze in a second.

She stared blankly at the man who fell to the ground.

It looked like he fell asleep after getting angry like every time in the past, but this time, a black umbrella tip pierced his heart, and blood gushed out.

With one hand, he pulled the tip of the umbrella out of his heart, and gently punched it on the ground, and the blood bloomed a flower on the ground.

The woman's eyes followed the pitch-black umbrella, and finally she looked up blankly, looking at the blond man standing in front of the man's body, slowly shaking off the last drop of blood.

——His movements are as elegant and understated as if he just wiped off every bit of oil stain on his lips after eating.

There is also an aura of being alone.

"Ah—" The woman finally reacted let out a short scream.As soon as the voice started, it was frozen by a look from the man who raised his eyes.

He raised an index finger to his lips: "Hush."

"Ma'am, please be quiet. It is not the right way to treat a guest like this in the middle of the night in heavy rain and dust."

The arc of smile on the man's lips was as perfect as a dummy.

The woman's teeth were chattering.

She knew how terrifying this man who could quietly solve her husband was, at least not something she could resist, but the emotion that stirred her heart at that moment still made her speak impulsively: "You killed him? You kill him--"

The brutal king was finally overthrown by an even more brutal outsider, and the weak subjects finally got tough.

"interesting."

[K] looked down at her.That kind of look is like a biological researcher looking at a newly discovered magical species.

It was as if he was going to cut open her flesh, disassemble the structure of her whole body and observe it carefully, which made people feel chills in an instant!

"You don't hate this man who makes you live in hell every day, but you hate me who indirectly saved you from hell? ——even though I didn't mean it."

He laughed playfully, and suddenly raised the umbrella in his hand.

"Ah!" The woman subconsciously knelt down, covering her head, "Don't kill me!"

Her newly born courage dissipated in an instant.

She suddenly thought of a piece of news circulating in Yuanyang City during this time—the serial killer who haunts rainy nights, comes and goes without a trace like a ghost, and no one has ever seen his true face.At least everyone who saw it was dead.

... Could the person in front of me be the ghost in the rumors?

... Am I dying?

Click, click, click.

The blood-stained umbrella tip tapped slowly on the woman's shoulder three times, like the god of death knocking on the door, and she couldn't help shaking every time.

But the other party seems to be very happy to play tricks on people like this, seeing others frightened, terrified, and frightened.

"—Human beings are amazing creatures."

[K] sighed softly, with a sincere tone: "Don't worry, ma'am. I'm not a bad guest."

He said this, as if the corpse on the ground was not caused by him.It is completely bullying the dead and has no right to speak.

The woman chose silence.All along, she has responded to brutal oppression with a submissive and forbearing attitude.

"—as long as you are not so callous and merciless as this gentleman lying on the ground; a man who came to this strange city by accident, homeless in the middle of the night, cold and hungry, just looking for a What kind of bad intentions can an outsider who takes a rest in this place have?"

……

A quarter of an hour later, [K] sat down at the dining table and shared a belated dinner with two other people.

——Although the meals in the living room are overturned by men, women who have long experienced this have reserved them in the kitchen.

The woman didn't know how to eat, and she kept glancing at the man sitting opposite and her son who was eating happily.

——They seem to get along very well, as if a real guest came to visit.This made her panic even more.She didn't know what this man wanted to do.

——The unknown is always the most frightening.The fear entrenched in her heart turned into a shadow and almost swallowed her.

The boy didn't seem to worry about it at all.

He opened his mouth curiously:

"Were you sent by Fantastic Heroes to save me from my bad dad? Why are you so late?"

——Fantastic Hero is a superhero-style protagonist in a popular cartoon in Yao Country a few years ago.He also has blond half-length hair, which looks a bit like [K].

This kind of association makes [K] stunned.

He smiled: "Let's count it. Now there are no bad fathers, only quiet good fathers."

The boy couldn't help retorting: "No, he is just a bad father."

"But the dead one is a good father."

These two are like two children trying to persuade each other over a boring topic, but the topic of their argument reveals a chilling indifference for no reason.

It was as if what had died was not a person, but an ant, a flower, an insignificant little thing.

The woman watched this scene in horror, as if she had strayed into a strange, deep and difficult to wake up nightmare.

She wanted to scream, to fight, to wave her fists to drive the devil away, but her body seemed to be suppressed by some kind of force, and she couldn't even lift a finger.

Until finally, she saw the man stand up and put his hand on the boy's head.

The woman's limp body finally gained strength, and she stood up subconsciously, as if it was not a hand, but the claw of an evil god, and it seemed that the boy's head would be twisted off in the next moment.

［K］ patted the little head with a good touch under his hands, but stared straight at the woman's panicked eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up: "...for a child, hating his parents is A cruel thing. They should have taught him love."

He lowered his head to meet a pair of immature and clear pupils.

"—So, forget about bad dad. You just need to know that he will always be your good dad when he dies."

Saying so, [K] stroked the soft hair.The movements are very gentle, but the tone of voice is the opposite of cold.

"—From now on, you can hate me as much as you want."

He casually backed away as he spoke.

Until standing at the entrance, [K] suddenly smiled slightly, and the suddenly opened black umbrella covered the upper half of his face, together with those eyes that blended tenderness and coldness.

The heavy rain had stopped, and scattered raindrops floated in through the open door, carrying a faint cool breeze.

The man's tone was gentle and low, like the end of a dance party.

"Then, thank you for your hospitality, and see you again~"

……

It is still the second floor of the apartment in the old city, and it is still the familiar old hard-shell notebook.

The boy sitting in front of the window turned to a brand new page.

[Wang, 33 years old, a jobless vagrant whose business failed. ]

[Garbage classification: ★]

[The essence of its soul has rotted, exuding the breath of a living dead half buried in the soil for a long time.The entire building centered on 402 where he is located is his radiation range.The perverted pleasure gained from hurting and mistreating cubs made a certain high school student who happened to move next door suffer from insomnia every night, washed away by his distorted and foul-smelling mental fluctuations, like being in a garbage dump every day, and finally couldn't help but become a good citizen and call the police , but the garbage has not disappeared, but the pollution has become more serious.Prompting an innocent victimized high school student to find another place to live, he ends up in an old town where the litter is scarce and can be cleaned up quickly.But in order for the former neighbors to have a comfortable environment, the garbage should be cleaned up. #Maintaining a harmonious neighborhood relationship is everyone's responsibility! #]

Bai Yi skillfully wrote down the three words [cleared √].

The past half a month has been the longest rainy season in Yuanyang City, and it is also a good time for [K] to come and go.

He would equip the [Rainy Night Ghost] card almost every day, go out to clean up a piece of garbage, intermittently, and had already emptied 1/4 of this notebook.

Bai·Broad-hearted·Never holds grudges·Cleans up garbage only to protect the environment without any selfishness·I think that the Yuanyang City Environmental Protection Association should award him a medal and recognize him as the city's environmental protection ambassador in recognition of his contribution to the entire Yuanyang City outstanding contribution to environmental health.

Although he will of course choose to refuse to do good deeds without leaving his name :).

Bai Yi closed the notebook and twirled the pen lightly.

He suddenly had an idea, and couldn't help blinking his eyes: "By the way, if this notebook falls into someone else's hands, won't my identity as the black hand behind the scenes be exposed?"

"...Looks like I have to find someone to take the blame~"

Saying this, Bai Yi clicked on the [Puppeteer] card in the card slot, found the [Shadow Council] scene in the detailed column under the card, and selected the item column of the Council.

As a blank special scene card, the current [Shadow Council] is just an empty shell, but you can add everything you need to form an organization, whether it is recruited personnel, or other items and props.

[Do you choose to bind this item to the Shadow Council? 】

Above the hard shell notebook, a system prompt appears.

After Bai Yi chose to confirm, the text changed again.

[The Shadow Council has been successfully bound, adapting. 】

[Prop: The Puppeteer's Mysterious Log]

[Explanation: The mysterious diary written by the mysterious puppeteer himself is said to record secrets known only to him, as well as the puppeteer's ulterior ambitions and goals. ]

[You can continue to improve the synthesis and become an extraordinary item. ]

"What are ulterior ambitions and goals? The structure is too small~" Bai Yi protested, and argued, "It is obviously a green, healthy and environmentally friendly ideal!"

As he spoke, he sighed: "Sure enough! I shouldn't have expected that a system that can only maliciously speculate can understand this kind of state that has risen to the level of protecting the world?"

system:……?

After a routine output of yin and yang to the system, Bai Yi felt comfortable.

His attention was also drawn back.

As the hard-shell notebook disappeared in a burst of light and was included in the [Shadow Council] scene as a bound item, Bai Yi couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth.

"In this way, regardless of what has happened in the past or what will happen in the future, [the puppeteer] did everything anyway!" He quickly threw the blame on his vest, "And I, just a An ordinary middle school student~"

As for why it was [K] who carried out the cleanup plan this time instead of [Puppeteer] himself?

Isn't [the puppeteer] supposed to hide behind the scenes, give other people motivation, and dictate their actions?

If you have a little understanding of K, and attract his targets to those garbage through deliberately released clues, this is also in line with the design of the two cards, right?

——As for the clues, it doesn't matter, anyway, if Bai Yi says there is, then there is, and K will not stand up to refute.

——This is the legendary me who controls my vest and controls another vest behind the scenes? ? ?

This wave, Bai Yi stands in the atmosphere~

When Bai Yi was still in the night #我样我自己#, the Yuanyang City Public Security Bureau was brightly lit all night, and everyone turned on the lights to fight at night, and there was no time to rest.

In the past half month, ten consecutive murders occurred in Yuanyang City. The wounds on all the victims were exactly the same, and they were suspected to be stabbed by the same murder weapon.

——This is undoubtedly a serial murder case.

But so far no one has witnessed the trace of the murderer with their own eyes, and there is no trace of the murderer in all the cameras.

Even if the police station wants to suppress the news, in this information age, it is impossible to be completely impenetrable.

With the reports of various media, the Internet has become noisy, and panic has spread throughout Yuanyang City.

The pressure on the police station can be imagined.

They checked almost everyone who appeared near the scene during that time period. Such a huge amount of work made everyone work overtime and lost a handful of hair.

But still there is no clue of any determinant.

The murderer is like a ghost, appearing suddenly in the world, and then disappearing suddenly, coming and going without a trace.Could he really be able to fly into the sky and escape from the ground?

"...the only thing that is certain now is that,