Chapter 127 Someone's Death "You are the murderer!"...
The object that just fell was a steel pipe? What on earth was he trying to do?
Cecia did not alert the enemy. She followed the man with dreadlocks quietly and never left his side.
"This thing... seems to have a certain attack power!"
The man with dreadlocks couldn't see what was in his hand, but he fumbled with it for a long time and roughly understood the shape and material, and a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.
"Great, great! God is helping me! She is finished!"
The man with dreadlocks was holding a steel pipe and moving slowly along the wall, apparently heading towards the double bed.
Ah, so it was aimed at her?
Cecia sneered and saw everything.
This guy seemed reckless, but he was quite patient. He didn't say a word during the day, and only started to act in the second half of the night. If she hadn't been prepared, she might have been successfully attacked by surprise.
Unfortunately, the other party's wishful thinking is doomed to fail.
The man with dreadlocks had a sinister smile on his face and walked towards "Chesia's location" step by step with a steel pipe.
When he touched the soft bed, he used all his strength to swing the steel pipe and smash it down.
Boom!
A loud noise was heard, and a hole was created in the double bed, but the expected scream did not come.
Is it because he is too strong?
The other party died before he could even make a sound?
The man with dreadlocks was overconfident in his abilities. He leaned over and touched the bed sheet with his fingers, but there was nothing on it.
Not to mention body parts or corpses, there wasn't even a drop of blood.
Damn it! That XX ran away!
The man with dreadlocks cursed with gritted teeth. He got off the bed and was about to look for the other party again when someone suddenly patted his shoulder.
"Are you looking for me?"
A faint voice sounded in his ears, like an evil ghost seeking to take his life.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
In extreme fright, the man with dreadlocks waved the steel pipe wildly, trying to dispel his fear.
And Cecilia watched his performance in boredom, as if she was watching a monkey.
With the help of the balloon, she could see the opponent's movements clearly. This kind of unsystematic attack could not hurt her at all.
"Who is it!? Come out!"
The dreadlocked man waved his arms around for a long time, consuming a lot of energy. He gasped for breath and shouted alertly: "Don't hide! I despise people like this the most!"
"Yeah?"
Cecilia chuckled, and the sharp axe blade scratched across his fragile neck, leaving a bloody mark.
"I'm right here, can't you see it?"
After saying that, she swung the axe hard and hit the opponent's arm.
“Aaaaaaaaah!”
There was another shrill scream, this time it lasted longer. The other party subconsciously threw away the steel pipe in his hand and kept wailing while holding his injured arm.
"Tsk, that's too heavy a blow."
Looking at the broken arm with blood gushing out, Cecia shook her head in dissatisfaction. She still had a use for the human being if she kept him, and it would be a waste if he died accidentally.
She squatted down, tore off a piece of cloth, bandaged it roughly, and prepared to leave him to lie on the ground to die.
Just as she was about to go back to bed, she heard a disoriented voice.
"Child! What's wrong with you?"
It was the old man's voice. The child he mentioned should be a high school student...
Cecia stopped, turned around and looked towards the place where the sound came from. She saw the old man holding the high school student's shoulders and groping helplessly in the dark.
"Child, say something! What happened? Tell grandpa, I can help you!"
The old man's voice was urgent, but his body blocked it, so Cecia couldn't see the high school student's condition.
She walked quickly forward and helped the old man up.
"Don't worry, let me see--"
Cecilia's voice stopped abruptly.
Without the old man's obstruction, the situation of the high school students came into view.
The girl had her eyes wide open, her mouth slightly open, and her face extremely pale. A steel pipe was inserted into her heart, and her red blood had stained her pure white school uniform. Her body was stiff and she was no longer breathing.
The half-meter-long steel pipe was the one held by the man with dreadlocks.
Just now when they were fighting, the man with dreadlocks threw it away and it happened to pierce the high school student's heart, which was the most fatal.
If the high school student had changed his position or shifted a few centimeters, he might have survived.
"Leader, why don't you say anything?"
The old man didn't hear an answer for a long time, and asked anxiously, "How is the child? Is she okay?"
"she……"
Cecilia's voice was hoarse. She had just uttered half a syllable when the lights in the room suddenly lit up, making her close her eyes subconsciously.
[Ding Dong! The evening rest time is over. Now is a new day. Please move your body freely and keep in good condition. I repeat, evening rest time...]
Along with the cheerful music, a pleasant female voice came from the loudspeaker. The voice revealed vitality and seemed to hold hope for a new life.
But the "sun" had just risen, and the first scene everyone witnessed was someone's death.
"What, what is that?"
"Someone's dead! Someone's killed someone!"
The man with glasses looked panicked and a shrill scream erupted from his throat. The woman with short hair was so scared that she kept stepping back, but was tripped by something under her feet and fell to the ground.
She picked up the thing and saw that it was a severed arm.
“Give it back to me…”
The dying man with dreadlocks was lying next to him, reaching out to ask for it.
The short-haired girl was so frightened that she couldn't even scream. Her eyes went dark and she fainted.
"…What's wrong with this child?"
The old man was closest to the high school student, and his right hand was supporting the other's body.
Seeing such a cruel scene, the old man trembled all over. He put his finger under the high school student's nose in disbelief to test his breathing.
"How could it be...this child is dead?"
The old man seemed to have received a huge shock. His cloudy eyes suddenly widened and he reached for the other person's neck again.
"When I found out, she was already beyond help."
Cecilia's voice was hoarse and she was in a bad mood. She didn't expect that the other party would end his life in such a dramatic way.
"But, the child was fine during the day?"
The old man's voice was filled with sorrow. "She just started high school and hasn't experienced much of life yet. She kept calling me grandpa."
"I specifically told her not to leave my side. What's the point of taking advantage of something? I was lucky, but how could she just disappear like that?"
The old man fell to the ground, looking straight ahead with lifeless eyes. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eye sockets and slid across the wrinkles of his face.
Everyone felt mixed emotions after suddenly losing a companion, and the only sounds in the room were the old man's cries of pain.
"Damn it! I think she deserves it!"
A discordant voice suddenly sounded from the corner.
The man with dreadlocks didn't know when he recovered. He held onto the wall and managed to stand up. He was still gasping for breath due to the pain in his body.
"If you hadn't wanted to argue with me, I wouldn't have thrown the steel pipe away!"
He stared at Cecia with a wild smile on his face.
"Hahaha, she was killed by you! If it wasn't for you, a bitch, how could she be pierced by the steel pipe?"
"You are the murderer!"
The man with dreadlocks looked at Cecia provocatively. He raised his hand and pressed a button on the wall hard.
At the same time, the ceiling clicked open, and a half-meter-long steel pipe fell from above again, landing not far in front of him.
There was a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes. The man with dreadlocks gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He used his healthy hand to reach the steel pipe, but before he could touch it, it was stepped on by a leather boot.
“Ahhhhh, let go! Let me go!”
His fingers were connected to his heart, and the pain from his fingertips made his face distorted. He struggled on the ground, but Cecilia not only had no intention of letting go, but instead increased her strength, crushing him on the ground again and again.
"Want this?"
Cecia bent down, picked up the steel pipe, and played with it in her hands.
"...You are just a jerk who can only attack by surprise! If you have the guts...if you have the guts, just give me the thing. Do you dare to fight me in a fair duel?"
The man with dreadlocks' face turned red with pain, but he still insisted on being tough, trying to provoke Cecilia.
"Sure, since you want it so much, I'll give it to you."
Cecia looked at him with a half-smile, raised the steel pipe in her hand high, and thrust it down hard——
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
A heart-wrenching scream came from under his feet. The steel pipe pierced the opponent's shoulder. Blood quickly overflowed and seeped into his clothes, staining them a pleasing red.
"Don't you want fairness?"
She leaned down and whispered close to the other person's ear.
“This is my fairness.”
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