This suddenly appearing boy is like a demon descended upon the world; he is the embodiment of evil!
"Ha...haha..." Pan Guangjian laughed strangely, his voice hoarse like that of a strange night bird: "Come on, kill me! Kill me now!"
The police have evidence of his crimes and he will be pursued no matter where he flees.
The act of killing made him feel good all over, but it was a pity that he couldn't kill that forensic girl!
Since we can no longer live in the light and will have to hide like rats in a stinking ditch, we might as well provoke this boy and stain his hands with the blood of evil.
The forensic doctor really liked this boy, so what would she do when the person she cared about was stained with blood?
Justice and love.
—The most difficult and painful choice in the world.
Haha, let's suffer together in hell!
Pan Guangjian was skillfully slashed many times, rendering him immobile without killing him.
He endured the intense pain emanating from his body, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace.
"Bastard, kill me! Just kill me now!"
Pan Guangjian's voice was grating and unpleasant: "That forensic doctor is very beautiful, with fair skin and a great figure. Hehe, if I get the chance, I'll grab her first..."
The women who were captured, facing death, revealed terrified and desperate eyes, which made him tremble with pleasure.
"Slash her skin, let her bleed out little by little, let her suffer in despair and pain..."
"Well--!"
Pan Guangjian suddenly lost his voice, and a strange gurgling sound came from his throat.
Under the moonlight, a refined young man half-squatted down, slowly and deliberately slicing his cheek with a silver butterfly knife in his hand.
Pan Guangjian's eyes widened; he truly felt despair.
He tried his best to provoke the boy, but his expression remained unchanged throughout.
The boy, like an emotionless machine, coldly watched him struggle like a clown.
Qiao Yunchuan half-squatted, his golden eyes gleaming with a chilling coldness as he looked coldly at the man lying on the ground.
The man's words undoubtedly enraged him.
Those familiar with Qiao Yunchuan know that the angrier he gets, the calmer he becomes, and his expressionless face is the most frightening.
When people see him like this, they immediately go out of their way, wishing they could just disappear into the Pacific Ocean.
Pan Guangjian's face was slashed beyond recognition, and crimson blood stained his face.
Assassins eliminate their targets quickly and directly, and they also know how to torture them, making them wish they were dead.
Pan Guangjian was no longer able to speak; he could only plead with his eyes in anguish.
relief,
Death was his destiny.
He wanted to be free immediately.
...
...
Qiao Yunchuan returned home, opened the refrigerator, poured a glass of ice water, and carried the transparent glass with his well-defined knuckles. He then walked to the balcony and stood there for a while in the cool breeze.
I stood there for a few minutes.
Qiao Yunchuan returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
In the quiet and dark night, only his profound and solitary figure remained.
I don't know how much time passed.
A murmur suddenly came from the bedroom.
Qiao Yunchuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
The bright moonlight streamed through the window and into the room, shining on the bed and bringing a sliver of light.
The girl was fast asleep on her side in bed, the moonlight shining on her long black hair and fair, beautiful face, adding a touch of softness.
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