The high-cold actor is clingy by nature

When Zhiyang rushed into the office in a hurry, Ming Chengfeng had already fainted on the seat.

He was sweating profusely, and thought of Luoke Country's only friend, Zhizhu again.

After only half a month of rest after waking up from the car accident, he was thrown into a cramped dormitory.

There was a musty smell in the air, the sky was bright and bright, and the dormitory was pitch black with no windows.　
He turned on the wire-pull lamp at the door, and the incandescent lamp that hadn't been used for many years lit up, and then went out with a bang.

With the light for a few seconds, Ming Chengfeng still recorded the furnishings inside, a dirty bed, a table covered with cobwebs, it couldn't be more simple.

He was still holding the training uniform he had just thrown to him in his hand, the pure black overalls jacket and trousers, which could cover everything, including blood.

"You're new here." Seeing him standing blankly at the door, a boy stopped to talk to him.

"Yeah." Ming Chengfeng was very autistic, the rich young master who was used to high beds and soft pillows suddenly fell to this level, how could he adapt to it.

"I was sent by the superiors to teach you the rules. My name is Zhizhu." The boy was wearing a black hat, the shadow cast by the brim of the hat covered his facial features, only a pair of eyes, which were shining but lacking expression.

"Ah."

"where is this place?"

Zhizhu explained slowly, "Luoke Country is rich in killers, what you came to is the killer training camp."

"How can I leave?" Ming Chengfeng asked frankly.

Zhizhu's eyelids moved, "You just came here and you want to leave?"

"I didn't come here voluntarily."

"Entering the killer training camp is the responsibility of every Luoke countryman, just like military service in other countries, there is no need to refuse."

"Military service also has a limited number of years." Ming Chengfeng only heard the signal to leave from inside.

"Yes, just pass the test."

"What test?"

"Kill a hundred people, or take ten cases." Zhizhu's voice was distant, as if recalling some painful past, and there was a torn sadness buried under his plain face.

Zhizhu, who is wearing black overalls, walks like the wind.

After graduating from university, Wen Ranran became a reporter at the New World Newspaper Office in Mulai City, Xingshou Country.

The New World News Agency is the largest newspaper office in the city. There are more than a dozen reporters in it. They go out every day to interview and find news, and organize them into manuscripts and hand them over to the editor-in-chief.

Wen Ranran is flexible and has a very good relationship with a small policeman in the police station. He often gets news about new cases from him and rushes to the scene to conduct interviews and follow-ups. With some adaptations, it was published in newspapers.

One day, the little policeman mysteriously dragged him to sit in front of a roadside stall and chatted while eating wontons.

"Let me tell you, there is something new recently."

Wen Ranran mouthed wontons without raising her head, and asked vaguely, "What?"

The little policeman lost interest when he saw her disapproving appearance.

Wen Ranran urged, "Say it quickly, I'm taking this meal."

Only then did the little policeman get closer to her and start talking.

"It's in the city, and a lot of people have died recently."

"In such a big place, it should be normal for people to die every day."

The little policeman looked around cautiously, and kept secretively, "Do I need to tell you if it's a normal situation?"

"What's that?" Wen Ranran stuffed a mouthful of pancakes into his mouth, and looked at him anxiously.

"Those people, they all die in the same way! You say it's strange."

Wen Ranran became interested, "How to say?"

"Listen to what our boss said, the strike was quick, the throat was sealed with a dagger, and there was no surveillance camera to capture the suspect. Do you think it's evil?"

"This kind of thing? There are so many incidents without any witnesses?"

"Yes, I heard from eyewitnesses that it was a man wearing a black overalls jacket. I don't know what he looks like. Those who have seen him are all dead."

Wen Ranran felt that this was an excellent topic, and immediately became interested, and asked the little policeman about the details of a few cases, and planned to write a long article on this matter, which will be published in five installments.

After the story was published, the sales of the newspaper increased greatly. Due to the cryptic writing and the purely fictitious words, everyone took it as a story, and the police department only regarded it as a manuscript submitted by the crowd, and was too lazy to pursue it.

Within a few days, Wen Ranran waited for someone to come. When Zhizhu in black overalls appeared in her room, she was really shocked.

"Zhizhu?" Her eyes lit up, obviously surprised, and when she saw the clothes again, she seemed to understand something.

"Wen Ranran." With a cold voice and complicated eyes, he found a small chair in the room and sat down, while Wen Ranran sat on the bed. "Why are you here?"

"After graduation, I will stay here and plan to live a good life. The job in the newspaper office is very interesting and the salary is good, so I have stabilized."

Zhizhu looked at the newspaper next to her bed, the upward side was the published story. "You wrote that?"

"Yeah." Wen Ranran had a vague guess, but felt that it was impossible. Zhizhu was withdrawn since he was a child, but he would never kill anyone. "You, did you kill those people?"

"Wen Ranran, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't do what you shouldn't do, and don't publish this kind of article in the future."

"Then don't kill anyone again!" She stood up quickly, since Zhizhu could enter her room without a sound, and her clothes were the same, she probably came to kill herself today.

Zhizhu was too lazy to say any more, she got up and was about to leave, but she grabbed her sleeves.

There is a layer in the sleeve, and the hard thing is inside. She was bold enough to take out a dagger from it.

"The dagger seals the throat, the man in overalls, it's you." Her eyes were full of surprise. What she was afraid of was not death, but the change of a person. A person who was afraid of killing a chicken turned out to be an executioner.

"It's me." He had a cold expression, as if he was saying something that couldn't be more normal.

"Did someone force you?" Wen Ranran pressed closer, almost leaning in front of his eyes and asked.

"What are you talking about!" Zhizhu slammed her hand away.

Zhizhu's wrist was so strong that Wen Ranran was thrown to the ground, and her butt hurt so badly that she couldn't stand up for a while. "You can refuse, you have many choices."

Zhizhu walked away without looking back, "The next time that article appears in the newspaper, you will die next time."

Looking at his back and the empty stairs, Wen Ranran felt a little uncomfortable.

Wen Ranran didn't continue to write any more, he kept inquiring about related cases from the little policeman, and used this to find him if he wanted to.

It took two months, and more and more people were killed, Wen Ranran published the continuation of that article again.