When will I wake up from this nightmare? I was washing the blood on my hands desperately in the sink while looking at my pale self in the mirror. I really want to know if all this is true, or is it just a nightmare?

I always have nightmares, of course, this is related to my profession. I am a thief. In my dreams, I always feel that there is a pair of eyes behind me staring at me, as if its owner will knock me down from behind at any time.

My hands are tightly cuffed. But there is never blood in my dreams. I steal things but do not hurt anyone. The knife I put in my bag is just a bluff. I am just a thief, not a robber and not a murderer.

I'm guilty, but why am I standing here with blood on my hands?

I'm not bragging, I'm a very good thief. I not only have professional ethics, but also my own principles. I don't steal jewelry, bankbooks and credit cards. I only take cash no matter how small the amount is. The fewer things I steal, the more clues I leave behind.

No, I wouldn't have missed it originally.

I always have a detailed plan before committing a crime, and this time was no exception: I disguised myself as a newspaper deliveryman and entered the community, then checked the residents' mailboxes, and finally selected a house whose mailbox was filled with letters from the past three or four days as my target.

Target. Those letters were almost all shopping advertisements for cosmetics and fashion. Even without looking at the name, I could tell that the owner of the store was a young woman. This was no less than a double insurance policy for me.

Everything went very smoothly, just as I imagined. It was a home of a single young woman, and the hostess probably hadn't been back for a few days. The flowers in the vases in the living room began to fade, which filled the room with a smell of decay.

Tianxiang. Are you on a business trip or traveling? I ran to the woman’s bedroom and found a few thousand dollars scattered around and countless shopping cards and credit cards in the first drawer of the bedside table. This was a beautiful but a little bit

A careless woman is just like the photo she put on her bedside table. In the photo, she is hugging a man and showing a sweet smile. But these have nothing to do with me, so why did it become out of control later?

I glanced at him lying on the ground. He was the man embracing the woman in the photo.

It turns out that killing someone is not difficult at all. I thought I would be scared, but when I thrust the knife in my hand hard into his chest, I didn’t hesitate at all. I pressed him tightly with my body. Our faces were so close, and I could clearly see

Hearing his breathing, I watched his face lose color and life little by little. A life just disappeared in front of me, but I had already forgotten my fear.

I put the body in the bathtub, then carefully wiped off every drop of blood on the floor with a towel, and tried to restore everything in the house to the way it was before I came in. But I still didn’t have the courage to approach the bed. From the beginning

In the end, I stayed away from it, the source of my fear.

Just two hours ago, the moment I put the money in the drawer into my pocket, I suddenly felt a chill, as if someone was staring at me from behind in a nightmare, and the pores in my body suddenly exploded. I suddenly

Turning my head, there was nothing in the bedroom except the big bed. But when I wanted to turn around and leave, the numb feeling in my back never went away. I pulled out the knife and slowly approached the bed, and I kept shouting in my heart:

"Don't be stupid, there won't be anyone here." But my hand slowly opened the quilt on the bed. There was nothing under the quilt. I sat on the bed and let out a deep breath, my whole body was soaked with sweat.

Everything is doomed. If those few minutes were not wasted, nothing would happen next.

He opened the door with a box and walked in. I hid under the bed before I could think about it. I watched his legs wandering back and forth through the gap between the sheets and the floor, and clearly heard his heavy breathing and the rustle of his hair.

He cursed a woman's name loudly, as if he was in despair like hell. But none of this could make me concentrate, because I felt greater fear than in front of me.

As I said just now, I feel like someone is always watching me from behind. The numbing feeling of eyes crawling across my body is getting stronger and stronger, but I don’t dare to turn around at all, and this short bed doesn’t allow me to

There was no room to turn around. My shoulders had already hit the heavy bed board. In order not to be noticed, I curled up my legs as much as possible, bent my body, and leaned back as far as possible. But the terrible feeling from behind became stronger and stronger.

.I could feel a force pressing down on me on my back. It was not a real force but it was extremely heavy. I could feel that my breathing was more chaotic than the man on the other side of the bed. I strongly suppressed the urge to rush out from under the bed. I didn’t know.

When I hold the knife tightly in my hand...

Did he walk towards the bottom of the bed first, or did I rush out from under the bed first? I stopped thinking about it, after all, no matter what, the result would be the same. However, I suddenly felt relieved when I saw his dead look.

The pressure that had been pressing on my back just now disappeared.

I killed someone, but I was relieved. In the mirror, my face looked as normal and my body was still neat. Facing the mirror, I pulled on the vest with "Newspaper Delivery" printed on it and made a professional smile that I had practiced for a long time.

When I left, I found that the big suitcase that the man brought was empty, which was strange.

I walked steadily in the community and smiled at the security guard who was walking towards me. But just as I was about to walk out of the community gate, someone knocked me down from behind and tied my hands tightly.

It wasn't until I arrived at the Public Security Bureau that day that I saw what was behind my vest. There was a pair of clear bloody handprints printed on the blue vest, which was indescribable. My body was shaking and sweating, because I finally understood
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