Chapter 71 The killer's identity, still obsessed

This must be fake, right? Liu Mingan thought.

That pretty Jiang Ning, the one who couldn't comb her hair, the one who cooked delicious food, the one who panicked when her period came, the one who had a cold personality but took care of him... Was she a person who regarded human life as worthless?

"Jiang... Ning..." Liu Mingan felt that someone was strangling him by the throat, and he could only spit out these two words with all his strength.

The wind seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and the warmth brought by the embrace just now completely dissipated, and Jiang Ning felt a burst of biting cold.

"Today you have finally recognized me, this is... the real me!" Jiang Ning said this, and the hands hidden behind her clenched into fists tightly, and her nails dug deep into her palms, almost scratching her flesh.

You shouldn't like someone like me.

Jiang Ning finally looked at Liu Ming'an, who looked dazed, and laughed at herself in her heart. She turned around and wanted to walk out the door.

"Jiang Ning!" Liu Ming'an quickly reached out and grabbed her, with a strong pleading tone in his voice: "Don't go, please, please don't go?"

Jiang Ning looked at Liu Ming'an expressionlessly, and then listened to him continue: "At least don't go now, okay? Wait until the court tomorrow to talk about it? Killing is not the only way..."

Jiang Ning thought she could shake off Liu Ming'an's hand without any scruples, but looking at the sad look on his face and listening to his humble request, she couldn't turn a blind eye. She was no longer a qualified killer, and she would soften her heart.

Jiang Ning finally returned to the room in front of Liu Ming'an.

"Bang!"

The door closed, separating the two people, but Jiang Ning always felt that what separated the two people was not a door, but a cemetery.

Jiang Ning lay on the bed with her clothes on, squinting in the darkness, and Liu Mingan's eyes full of shock and pain could not be shaken off before her eyes.

Time passed little by little, and for some reason, Jiang Ning remembered the scene of her first murder in her previous life.

Was she seven years old that year? Or eight years old? Some of her memories were unclear.

The woman threw a dying man in front of her, and then threw her a dagger.

"Kill him." The woman opened her red lips slightly, and her tone was as flat as if she was saying that the weather was good today.

She picked up the knife, held it tightly with both hands, walked step by step to the man and squatted down, shaking all over.

The man who had been in a semi-comatose state opened his eyes, scanned her face, and then laughed out loud. His dry lips were torn into wounds because of the laughter. The blood stained his mouth and teeth red, making him look like a monster who had eaten people.

"Hahaha..." The man laughed for a while, struggled hard, raised his head and sneered at the woman who raised her: "Your successor seems to be a waste. She is shaking and afraid. Hahaha..."

After saying this, she heard a cold question from above: "What are you waiting for? Don't dare? If you don't dare, die!"

Jiang Ning had forgotten how she felt at the time. She only remembered that she later held the dagger tightly with both hands, aimed at the man's neck and stabbed it hard.

She will always remember those dying eyes that suddenly opened wide but gradually lost focus, and she will also remember the blood that gushed out from the neck after the dagger was pulled out.

The blood was obviously only over 30 degrees, but when it sprayed on her face, she felt it was so hot, as if her skin and flesh were going to be burned through.

The blood sprayed on Jiang Ning's head and face, blurring her vision, and her eyes were scarlet.

She wanted to wipe it with her sleeve, but the woman stopped her.

"Don't wipe it! Remember this feeling well, and get familiar with the taste of human blood."

Jiang Ningmu put down her hand in a daze without wiping it. She sat on the floor, next to the man's body. The woman left by herself, leaving her here.

The boiling blood gradually lost its temperature after leaving the human body. At first, it became sticky and had a strong fishy smell. Finally, it was completely cold and turned into a hard lump, sticking Jiang Ning's hair into a ball.

Thinking back to the present, Jiang Ning turned her head to look in the direction of the door. She knew that Liu Ming'an was still standing alone in the yard.

Why bother? Jiang Ning thought, they were originally two extremes. The reason they had been at peace before was that she had not exposed her true self to him.

But it's okay, it's not too late to see it clearly now.

It's daybreak.

The faint morning light shone into the house through the window paper. Jiang Ning sat up from the bed and opened the door. Liu Ming'an was watching her not far outside her house, his face a little haggard.

The two looked at each other silently for a long time. Liu Ming'an suddenly raised his lips to Jiang Ning and said nonchalantly: "You are awake. Let me help you comb your hair."

Jiang Ning narrowed her eyes, not understanding Liu Ming'an's thoughts.

Liu Ming'an did not wait for her to answer. He walked up to her, gently pulled her arm, and took her to the dressing table in the house to sit down. He took out the mirror, comb and hairband he bought yesterday, and began to help Jiang Ning comb her hair.

The situation was beyond Jiang Ning's expectations. Liu Ming'an's performance made her confused, as if nothing happened last night.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Jiang Ning asked, looking at Liu Ming'an behind her through the mirror.

Liu Ming'an was combing a strand of hair when he heard this. He paused for a moment, but returned to normal after a moment. He combed her hair slowly and then spoke: "Jiang Ning, I thought about it all night last night, and I figured it out."

"What did you figure out?" Jiang Ning felt her throat tighten.

Liu Ming'an smiled at her gently as always: "I don't know what your past is like, and I am not qualified to evaluate your behavior. But you are very good to me and have never hurt me. It is still my luck to know you."

Jiang Ning's heart trembled uncontrollably, and she heard Liu Ming'an whisper: "Also, I feel sorry for you."

The boy's dark eyes flashed with sincerity, and his face was full of pity. Jiang Ning looked at him, and Liu Ming'an did not hide or avoid, but smiled and looked at her.

Jiang Ning closed her eyes, her emotions were mixed: "You are really crazy!"

Why didn't you avoid her when you knew who she was?

Liu Ming'an still smiled, walked to Jiang Ning's side, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest.

"Boom~Boom~Boom..."

The young heart was beating strongly, again and again. Jiang Ning seemed to be burned, her fingertips shrank, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, but Liu Ming'an's hand was pressed on hers.

"I know what I'm saying. This is what my heart tells me. It won't lie to me." Liu Ming'an said firmly.

"You're really crazy!" Jiang Ning repeated.

"Then just think of me as crazy," Liu Ming'an smiled, and then said softly and firmly: "I can be crazy for you for the rest of my life."

These words, which were almost like a confession, made Jiang Ning a little at a loss. The boy's love was really pure and passionate, and she could only avoid it in a panic.

"I'll go cook, and go to the government office early after dinner."

Jiang Ning suddenly pulled back her hand that was being held, and walked towards the kitchen without looking back.