Chapter 113 Chapter 113 I want to rip his intestines out...
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While walking past a convenience store, Miura Haru glanced at himself in the glass.
She was wearing an ordinary school uniform, with a high side ponytail hanging down to her shoulders, a thick scarf wrapped around her neck, and a slightly pale face.
The girl's fingers stroked her hair. The headband tied in her hair was a handmade piece embroidered with cherry blossoms. She bought it in a store with red lanterns hanging on it. The girl's fingers deftly woven it into her hair.
It was dark in the store at the time and she didn't see it, but now she discovered that the headband was decorated with fine silver powder. Under the light, it gave people a sense of purity while emitting a sharp cold light.
"I really can't bear to throw it away..." Miura Haru was so obsessed with the beauty of the hair accessories that he couldn't help himself. After a while, he rubbed his head in distress. He felt that he was about to faint, so he wrapped the scarf tighter.
I'll ask Mr. Tsuna tomorrow, maybe he'll know something.
After being saved by Sawada Tsunayoshi in a dead state two years ago, Koharu, who always had a mysterious trust in Sawada Tsunayoshi, thought so.
But gray hair is really rare, she thought.
In real life, few people have hair of that color. In the dark room, it looks almost melted and is particularly beautiful.
But I feel like I've seen it somewhere...
"Ah!" She suddenly opened her eyes wide and tapped her left hand on the palm of her right hand. "I remember now!"
"That store manager is an Oriental actor who plays a zombie in red clothes!"
No wonder he looked familiar - the more Miura Haru recalled, the more he felt that it was right, especially the color of his hair, it was definitely him.
Two years ago, a Hollywood film series starring Chrissy Wynyard was released in theaters around the world and became a global hit as soon as it was released.
There is a supporting character of an oriental zombie in red clothes. He is dressed in red and has a yellow talisman covering his face, which makes him look eerie. But the face half-covered by the yellow talisman is so tempting. His gray hair is like smoke, and his bloody and sweet shadow makes him be hailed as the dream corpse by countless people as soon as it was broadcast, and he has gained countless fans.
But apart from this movie, this very promising actor has no new works.
Most of his fans are very loyal. Even today, there are still quite a number of die-hard fans all over the world. The secondary works on the website are enduring, and there are many offline activities organized spontaneously. The ratio of male and female fans is quite balanced.
The fan loyalty is something that other stars envy and hate.
Miura Haru had seen his posters before, but to be honest, she was quite afraid of themes involving ghosts and corpses, so she didn't watch the original movie carefully.
That's why it took so long to recall.
So this is just a retired celebrity who doesn't want to be disturbed? She actually lives in the same town as such a big star? And they just happened to run into each other?
She couldn't believe it. It was too unreal... Was that really the star?
Miura Haru stood on the roadside for a while with a heavy heart, then saw a taxi driving towards him through the dark night.
The taxi stopped next to her.
Miura Haru looked at the driver's window with some confusion. The window was rolled down, revealing a middle-aged man's face full of disapproval. "Little girl, why don't you go home so late?"
"Hai... Xiaochun will be home soon!" Miura Haru was stunned for a moment, then smiled with her eyes curved. She waved her hand, "Don't worry, uncle!"
"It's not safe at night lately—" the driver said, "Don't walk back. Let me give you a ride."
Miura Haru was about to say something when his eyes suddenly fixed on the empty street behind the taxi.
A dark, quiet, deserted path.
A tall, thin figure slowly emerged from the darkness deep within the path. He was wearing a raincoat and a hood, his face invisible. He seemed to be holding something tinkling in his hand, and he walked with an oddly slow pace, taking one step at a time.
Walking straight towards Miura Haru.
Miura Haru's breathing began to tremble, and she suddenly found it difficult to hold the schoolbag in her hand.
She was just attending a cram school, and it was only a little after eight o'clock...
"Little girl, get in quickly!" the taxi driver shouted in a low voice, "Don't just stand there like an idiot!"
He stared at the rearview mirror and apparently noticed the figure that was getting closer.
“Hurry up—”
Miura Haru didn't have time to think and quickly got into the taxi.
The next second, the taxi started and whizzed away with a huge engine sound.
The figure stood there, slowly turning his neck as the taxi drove away.
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The nights in Bingsheng are not very lively. After eight o'clock, most people have returned home to rest. Only the street with a few bars and restaurants is popular.
As soon as you step into the door of the bar, the deafening music makes you frown, the lights are dazzling, and the bartender's fingers are so nimble that he can almost make the cocktail glass burst.
Mo Shiyu, who had already drunk half a bottle of whiskey, rejected the fifth person who came to chat him up. He was wearing a black wig and seemed to be a little allergic, but the wig couldn't scratch it.
It's so uncomfortable.
He lowered his eyes and thought to himself, He hated wigs the most, it was better to stay at home and be comfortable.
The doll transformed by Sheyu lay on top of his head, looking heartbroken about his thoughts, and rubbed his hair with its soft tips.
It still itched. Mo Shiyu hugged the baby and squeezed his tip.
Sheyu's doll tilted its head and crawled under the table in front of Mo Shiyu. A few seconds later, a white-haired and cold-looking boy appeared from under the table, climbed up Mo Shiyu's legs until they were eye to eye with him, "..."
The background is a chaotic dance floor.
She Yu ran his fingers along the texture of the wig and massaged it for a while.
Mo Shiyu narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hands, and hugged him intimately, "Are you worried that Xiao Mo will do something wrong?"
"He's crazy," She Yu said. "He's committed a lot of unnecessary killings in the past two years."
Mo Shiyu was silent for a while.
Although Mo Shiyu stayed at home and didn't want to move, his three aliases were still quite active. One of them was covering his face with America, Sheyu was with Xiaohai, and Xiaomo was alone.
The number of people he killed could be counted by the basket.
It’s a pity that Xiao Mo also set up a prison. Few people came out alive because they were all sentenced to death by him.
She Yu took Mo Shiyu's wine glass, moved closer, put the rim of the glass against the latter's lips, and suddenly tilted the glass.
The wine immediately flowed out along the rim of the glass.
"..." Mo Shiyu was caught off guard and swallowed several mouthfuls subconsciously. The spiciness made the corners of his eyes red. He half tilted his head back, and the cold wine that he didn't have time to swallow slid down his chin and was licked away by Sheyu without leaving a trace.
"Don't agree to him." She Yu said.
Mo Shiyu's fingertips were digging into the edge of the stool beneath him, his brows slightly furrowed, and it was unclear whether he looked uncomfortable or happy.
By the time the glass of wine was finished, the corners of his mouth were already wet from licking.
Mo Shiyu came back to his senses and picked up She Yu with a frantic look, put him on the chair next to him, and looked around with a red face.
No one was looking here, probably because Sheyu was using illusion to cover their figures.
Mo Shiyu turned around and spoke to She Yu with a serious face.
"Xiao Mo's current physical dependence is only temporary, and he's almost recovered. I believe our relationship is developing in a normal direction."
"And Sheyu, you can't do this. Don't learn bad habits from Xiao Mo!"
She Yu stared at him and said silently: "I didn't learn bad things..."
…
Everyone in the bar was looking in this direction. A gang member came over and asked him if he wanted to visit them upstairs, but Mo Shiyu politely declined.
"It's still not right..."
After rejecting the sixth person who approached him, Mo Shiyu was almost drunk to the point of blacking out, but still hadn't caught the murderer.
Because several of the victims were killed when they were returning home from parties at night, he believed that the murderer was scouting for prey in the bar, so there should be no problem.
But he didn't feel the murderer coming near him.
This is very strange given his physique.
Unless, the murderer is not here and has already started committing the crime.
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a voice beside his ear, as if someone was kissing his hair, with a little laugh, "I found him. And Sheyu, don't say bad things about me."
She Yu raised his head with an expressionless face.
"What?" Mo Shiyu was stunned. "So fast?"
The voice hummed softly, its tone filled with deep resentment. It said in an excited and satisfied tone, "It's the bad guy who made a mistake. I want to rip out his intestines... and use them to decorate my new fish tank, okay?"
Mo Shiyu: “…”
It's almost done, huh.
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