The sky is getting dark, and the dark blue sky is sweeping inland along with the moisture from the coast, bringing with it waves of cool sea breeze.
The cold air carried by the sea breeze swept back and forth, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, especially when it was about to rain.
Under the streetlight on the coast, Picol touched the dagger and lock pick bag in his arms, took a last sip, and reluctantly threw away the cheap cigarette in his hand that had been burned to the butt.
This was his last cigarette. The penniless Picol could not imagine the horrific scene of not smoking while evading the police pursuit, especially when his spirit was on the verge of collapse.
He needs Sol, and he needs Sol even more to buy those damn cigarettes, as long as he can smoke, even if he doesn't eat bread.
His body was weakened by running around and eating irregularly, so he had to consider the consequences of calling the police if the person he robbed overturned him.
Fortunately, after several days of groping around in Celephasis, he finally found a target that suited him in the townhouse area of ​​Lister Street, where the middle class was located. Wandering from No. 30 to No. 150, he finally found a suitable target.
Made up my mind.
No one lives in Villa No. 141.
No one has come or left for three days. It is possible that the owner of the house has traveled far away, leaving the room empty.
At this moment, there is nothing more attractive than a large, ownerless house, even if it is a beautiful dancer with a double-barreled shotgun on her chest.
Su Yang sighed deeply, and the glass behind Su Yang's eyes gradually blurred.
Recalling the "Necronomicon" that was stained red on the back of his chest, Qi Wan came back to his senses from the memory, and the male patient's crazy smile faded away.
Hide first to make sure how many people have come back. If it's just a man, knock the man unconscious and steal the gem. If there's only one man, look for an opportunity to kill the woman first.
"Beautiful, your baby, even though you can only see his face, you understand that he is definitely the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It's time for you to be punished."
As a mid-range product of Benjamin Locks, Benjamin Type 3 locks mainly serve small doors with low indoor theft risk factors.
The expensive mahogany stairs suddenly made a harsh sound. Piccolo looked up and found that they were just wooden steps on his feet. Even the handrails did not have a decayed feeling. It seemed that the mahogany on his feet was still there.
It has not experienced hundreds of years of time, and it lacks a sense of sedimentation of time.
Amidst the questions mixed with a smile, the man stood up from the bed and approached the closet.
Piccolo's flushed face turned pale suddenly, and the ruby ​​​​in his hand almost fell to the ground and turned into rubies.
There are a few large and small holes for fingernails that have just been opened in this outside. It is the only place outside the wardrobe that can get abnormal air.
When the time comes, killing people will be like jogging. If I don't have time, I can't stop playing with the hero for a while.
His body slowly adapted to the pungent fragrance, and finally he had no energy left to observe the situation in the closet. Qi Wanpiao held his breath slightly and brought his eyes to the hole, but he almost choked to death on the saliva that poured down.
The man smiled, held down the closet door with one hand, and reached behind his chest with the other hand.
Picol's heart skipped a beat, and then he understood the fact that the man had already discovered him, and knew the beauty of it. The woman simply suppressed her breathing any longer, and the movement under her hands became smaller and smaller.
Anyway, I did less things like that on the way to escape, and I already had a burden on my mind. No matter how healthy I was, there was still a problem in killing an unsuspecting person.
Nosebleeds could be felt coming out of his nostrils. Qi Wanpiao casually grabbed a piece of men's underwear, wiped it away and threw it away. He kept looking inside with his eyes wide open.
Opening the large package of lockpicks, Picol took out two pieces of 'thin wire'.
It is true that one kind of fragrance can make one's mind wander, but if more than a dozen of the same fragrances are mixed together, it will damage the cerebellum and nose.
Without enough time to stand firm, Picol broke the lock pick, opened the small door, and walked sideways out of the house.
Pushing his hands over the garden railing that could be used as an obstacle, Picol made sure that no one had discovered him.
"Don't wait, you still have to take off your clothes."
"Squeak..."
Just when Picol was not worried about how to take away the pile of gems he had sorted under the dressing table, a strange and harsh noise came from the door, accompanied by the whine of the wooden steps, and there was no man's low heel.
The shoes make a crisp, rhythmic 'tapping' sound.
He didn't have any weird habits. Picol stepped under the slightly messy purple lace underwear, looked at the half-open wardrobe, and came to the dressing table with a mirror.
I also have completely adapted to my new face.
With his mouth open and his whole body feeling cold, Picol forgot to scream and watched in horror as the nails peeled off the ugly human skin and the sharp dagger fell to the ground.
The cabinet door was completely opened by ten centimeter-long white nails.
Outside the dimly lit room, the hanging crystal lamp emitted a harsh light.
Everything is going smooth.
Then,
In general, I still overestimate the desire born of obsession. Not only should I argue with the male patient, but I should also satisfy the male patient. Let me tell you that the "Necronomicon" is real and was written by an Arab madman.
It was made up by Abdullah Alhassad, but it is a fictional storybook created by an American horror story writer named Lovecraft and expanded by many people.
"Are you beautiful?"
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta."
A fanged monster covered in green rotten dead skin and exuding the stench of decay looked at Picol with a smile, its bright yellow eyes full of ferocity like a ghost lamp in a cemetery.
He pushed out the keyhole accurately, and with a pleasant "click" sound, there was no expression of joy on Picol's face, but rather a bit less determined.
Looking back now, maybe I should have agreed to the male patient's request for legalization at that time. It was obvious that in some kind of crazy hallucination, the male patient had lost the law and was lost in a false world without any way to extricate himself.
There was nothing placed under the long table for dining out, and the low cabinet at my feet contained nothing but two pairs of loafers. It was obvious that the mistress and mistress of the house were not at home.
If a man chooses to open the closet and give the other person a small surprise, the frightening effect will be even worse.
The legs are spread apart, the light red short skirt is looming covering the most mysterious parts, and the hot body is as if the Elf Trench is particularly deep and measurable.
It has passed after all, just like a dream that can never be seen again.
Continuing to sort out the familiar memory called 'Kane' that was missing from his mind, Su Yang still couldn't accept the fact that he hadn't traveled through time yet, or that he hadn't died in the next world. It was like watching
Looking at myself in the mirror, I always feel a sense of absurd torn apart, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.
In my opinion, the erotic feeling brought about by peeping at this moment is even more exciting than the coercion of directly pushing open the cabinet door.
Thanks to the angle of the hole in the cabinet door, Piccolo managed to see the part above the man's neck through the bottom hole, which made me even more excited and agitated.
Through the hole, two plump and white hairy calves came into view. There was no layer of white stockings worth a penny between the calves and thighs. Above the stockings was a pair of bright red men's low-heeled shoes. Although there were
However, it was only the lower body, but Piccolo knew that with such a pair of voluptuous and beautiful legs, the figure and face would naturally be much different.
Without a plan, the hand speed he had practiced over the years allowed Picol to slowly restore the dressing table to its original state. Seeing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Picol, who was able to hide on the bed, slowly ran away.
Inside the half-open wardrobe, the door was closed amidst the fragrant aroma of men.
The sound of low-heeled shoes was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that they hadn't reached the door yet. But at this time, Qi Wanpiao obviously didn't care about it.
No more rain fell from the sky, and I spent my short but passionate life.
It only took half a second to arrive, and Piccolo lost his decision.
Sure enough, with the woman's heavy breathing, the red dress slipped to the ground with the help of skillful hands. The man's body was becoming more and more restrained, and there was only a cabinet door between him and the woman's burning body.
The door handle behind my eyes seemed a little cleaner than I thought.
One hand held down the closet door.
Picol, who was almost suffocated to death by the various men's underwear outside the closet, rolled his eyes and tried hard to find a way to suffocate himself to death. Thanks to his short body, Picol finally stooped slightly and put his nose
The upper part of the wardrobe.
Not thinking much about it, Qi Wanpiao's courage and movements were also a little smaller under the cover of thunder.
Piccolo tried to push open the closet door, but found that he couldn't push it open at all, as if there was a hill inside the closet door that could not be shaken, so he felt uneasy.
"Emerald necklace, cat's eye bracelet, gold ring...what the hell, there's not such a small ruby ​​outside the box? Did the owner of that store rob the jewelry store? Oh my god, you really made a fortune that time, why did you run away?
What's the point? I don't have enough money to bribe these greedy policemen to become farmers in the countryside."
Wearing a worn leather hood, Piccolo glanced at the street warily and walked slowly towards Lister No. 141.
"Are you beautiful?"
"Baby, he should get out of the way."
The drawers were opened one after another, and Piccolo felt as if he had returned to the days when he was digging for treasures in his childhood. His heart was beating slower and slower, almost jumping out of his chest.
Regardless of whether he responded to Picol's question, the man just pressed his index finger on the midline of his chest, and a drop of blood seeped out. As if to make Piccolo's view more unclear, the man even raised his body.
"Weird...monster!"
Holding the dagger in his back hand, Picol slowly glanced at the empty first floor and breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...