spoiled little attack set

The lights were turned on to allow them to see the decorations in the room more clearly.

On the same but different table were sliced ​​apples, their tender flesh turning yellow from exposure to the air.

Pei Qusu made a phone call, presumably to notify the police.

But he fell into a mood of regret. If he hadn't left cowardly at that time, wouldn't it be... would the ending have changed?

"Zheng Jie, are you okay?"

A soft and pleasant voice called him, and when his gaze was focused, he could only see a handsome face with worried brows.

"It's not your fault." The person with such a unique voice was comforting him, "It's not your fault."

"...But if I...don't leave, but go up..."

"The matter is over, should I regret it, or catch the murderer and let him be punished?"

"I see."

They are very busy today.

"The takeaway is here, help me get it, okay?" Pei Qusou noticed Zheng Jie's unconcealed exhaustion, and planned to let someone go out to get some air, "You don't need to come back so early."

"Thank you."

"Go." Pei Qusu smiled slightly.

He really couldn't bear the depressive feeling at the scene, and the days of following Pei Qusu let him know more inside information. Although the other party was willing to disclose it to him, it was enough.

After leaving the residential building, he felt the warmth and comfort of the sun falling on his body.

Suddenly a figure caught his attention.

Chen Xinke? !

He quickly chased after her, with only her in his eyes, until the other party got into a taxi, he then stopped a taxi and asked the driver to catch up with the taxi in front.

He didn't know where they were. When he got out of the car, the surrounding scene was strange and terrifying.

Without caring so much, he followed the familiar figure.

The flow of people gradually decreased, and finally he was the only one left, and at a corner, the figure suddenly disappeared.

Without seeing the location of the shop behind the village, he instantly understood his situation.

"You still don't understand that you are the murderer's target?"

Pei Qusu's words broke into his mind, and the overly quiet environment released the fear in his heart.

He was in that confusion again, not knowing where he was or what he was doing.

A fleeting silver light flashed across, and the next moment the color of blood came into his eyes.

With a muddleheaded mind, unable to think rationally, a slender figure stood beside him, with a black hood completely blocking that charming face.

"Master, you are finally here!" The joyful tone showed the state of the speaker, "Master, wait a moment, I will deal with him."

Somewhat at a loss, Zheng Jie glanced back and forth between his palm and the fallen man.

The chaotic memory picture is that the person pretending to be Chen Xinke led him here, and when he was about to kill him, he was injured by his backhand.

The final murderer is...

He looked at the person who was pouring something over the corpse. This person was slender and wore a huge hood.

The fear of being late filled his heart, what is going on?

When I came back to my senses again, it was no longer the previous scene.

The room was dark, and there was a wave of dampness in it.

There were human-like things hanging on both sides of the room, and when he took a closer look, they were real human corpses.

"Master, you are awake."

In front of him appeared a man who had met twice. The first time was when he caught his girlfriend cheating on him, and the second time was the so-called new neighbor.

"You..." He opened his mouth, but there was no emotion of fear in his heart.

"Master, have you recovered your memory?" Nie Chuxin said to himself nervously, "If you haven't recovered your memory, how could the master come to find you?"

It's like a decision has been made.

"Master, you have to be careful, those people from the organization are looking for you, and they want to kill you." Nie Chuxin's face was cold, and he turned a little aggrieved, "Xiaoxin has worked hard recently, in order not to let those people disturb you, I Just kill them, now that the master has recovered his memory, we can be together again, and they can't kill you!"

Zheng Jie stared blankly at the very happy person in front of him, feeling baffled by his words.

"Master?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Nie Chuxin suppressed the joyful expression on his face and looked at him suspiciously.

He saw the other party's eyes flash, then turned around and dragged out a person from another room.

The person who was dragged out was tied up, his body was covered with scars, and he was already dying.

"Master..." Nie Chuxin handed the knife in front of Zheng Jie, and his cold eyes wrapped around him like a snake.

He suppressed the rising uneasiness, pretended to be calm and took the other party's knife.

He understood that the other party wanted him to kill this dying man.

But how could he do it.

After a long silence, he couldn't restrain his trembling.

At this moment, a cool hand grasped the hand holding the knife, and Nie Chuxin's tone was slightly disappointed: "Master, you are very dangerous..."

It is indeed disappointing, the title "Master" also loses the meaning of respect, and has become a simple code name.

"Look, as long as he slips on his neck, he will die." Nie Chuxin held Zheng Jie's hand and approached the person lying on the ground, blood gushed out, "Master, how can you restore your memory? "

Zheng Jie's eyes could not help shrinking, the other party's scorching breath sprayed on his cheeks, and there was a bloodthirsty and cold look on the face that was close at hand.

For a moment, he didn't even have time to think about killing someone himself.

"Master, you need to recover quickly, there is no time." The person in front of him lowered his eyelids and moved away from him at the same time, "I have to go."

"Wait." Zheng Jie didn't know what he was thinking, he just wanted to keep the person who was leaving, even if it was temporarily, "The fruit knife on my table is mine?"

"Yes."

"The blood on it..."

"It made me think the master had recovered."

is that so?Zheng Jie thought of his own fingerprints on it.

Seeing the fragile emotions on his face, Nie Chuxin was taken aback.

Zheng Jie was terrified that he was the one who killed the man that day, and a chill hit his chin.

Then came a sore on the lip.

The breath belonging to another person messed with his, and the lips and tongue were still entangled.

"Master, I really haven't recovered..." Nie Chuxin didn't know whether it was joy or indifference, and she slid her fingers over Zheng Jie's lips that were just soaked by herself.

The gradually deep eyes stared straight at Zheng Jie's lips, "Master, I will let you recover."