Mr Killer Next Door

For the next two weeks, Jiang Yu never saw Young Master Qiu again.Life seemed to be back on track, but in countless late nights, he couldn't help but think of the words left by the boy before he left - "I'm here to save you."

No one knows its meaning.

Life has to go on, work, work, and then another continuous labor hell.After finishing his work, he would make a pot of weak tea on the afternoon of the rest day, and read the news on the sofa.

This is a daily compulsory course.

After these days of uninterrupted investigation and squatting, he found nothing, and no media reported the disappearance or murder of TP Jesse.

Of course, such a result is also expected.Jiang Yu was just a little surprised. What kind of means could be used to make a living person disappear in this era of surging information development.

And the only person who can answer this question seems to have disappeared from the world, and even the milkman at [-] o'clock in the morning can't open the door.

As a neighbor, Jiang Yu could only be forced to sign for it.Until the sun went down, he couldn't wait for the owner of the next room, so he had to drink it before the expiration date.

At the same time, his work has also made new progress.

A painter of the Venetian School died of a stroke in the Central Hospital three days ago. As soon as the electrocardiogram stopped, his last painting "Sleeping Lion" was sold at sky-high prices.It is said that even counterfeit products are extremely popular.

Many customers have indicated to the factory their willingness to acquire fakes of "Sleeping Lion".

However, considering the recent crackdown on transoceanic transactions by the Federation, they were still notified by their superiors to proceed with caution.

In order to avoid censorship, the factory purchased a large stamp processing machine to block the locked workshop.

The protagonist of "Sleeping Lion" is a fair-skinned rich woman, she is lying on the table as quietly as sleeping.In her hand was a glass of wine that had been knocked over by a mouse, the woman's bright red lips looked like dripping blood, and the wallpaper was covered with a layer of dazzling gold leaf.

The blood was spray-like, perhaps the sharp weapon was intentionally pulled away from the woman's back, but the death-like state remained at this moment unintentionally.

During this time, whenever Jiang Yu saw the painting, he couldn't help but think of TP Jesse.It was as if she were the peaceful martyr in the painting; and he, the witness of the wine-hungry rat prowling the sink and the scraps of food.

Dare not say anything, dare not do anything.

It's as if the throat can't imagine human language.

It was as if his mouth was sealed with blood.

Since the number of customer orders was beyond imagination, Jiang Yu started to rush to work after being paid a small overtime pay.

Almost every day when I open my eyes, I have to face this bloody painting, use my brushstrokes, and describe it vividly.

Jiang Yu has to admit that understanding and studying "Sleeping Lion" has greatly affected his dreams and his mental state.

He dreamed of the night road, and dreamed that he was suspicious.

I dreamed that the familiar road was always chilly, and the clouds on the zenith were as thick as thunder.

Over time, Jiang Yu also developed a new habit.

He pays more and more attention to his surroundings and becomes more vigilant.

If there are any uncertainties in the environment, Jiang Yu will subconsciously avoid them.

This may be compensation for his last mistake. If he refuses to look back that day and gets rid of the bodyguards as much as possible, he may still be able to enjoy every day with peace of mind.

However, he never saw Qiu Shihuan's cool sports car on the way home again, nor heard about TP Jesse.Of course, this matter is full of initial evaluations from beginning to end-bizarre and coincidental.

A person, a corpse, disappeared completely.

But has the diabolical boy really disappeared from his life?

the answer is negative.

When Jiang Yu jumped up from the bed with blood all over his head, the nosebleed had stopped, his arm was reset, and the wound on his head was sutured with precision, and a square gauze was pasted on it.

Judging from the approximate size of the wound, the wound was not very large, but the amount of bleeding at that time was appalling. Maybe as long as he took anti-inflammatory drugs for a period of time, the injury would gradually improve.

The edges of the gauze are slightly raised and slightly sticky.Jiang Yu tore off the piece of paper suspiciously, and found that it was a sticker of a little butterfly, and its owner seemed childlike.

Jiang Yu pulled the pillow behind his back, struggling to recall what happened before.

——Qiu Shihuan suddenly broke into his room. He was so frightened that he almost took out his mobile phone to report the crime.

But the other party didn't mind, and even stimulated with words many times, as if the boy not only knew that he was a fake painting artist, but also knew some hidden inside stories.

The soles of his feet scraped the dry sheets and moved onto the cold floor.

Although the head injury was treated, Jiang Yu still didn't dare to make large movements.Sitting for a long time seems to have stretched a certain nerve, causing some dizziness in front of the eyes and weak legs.I had to slow down and slowly climbed out of bed.

There are too many marks left in this room, too many things that need to be dealt with.

Jiang Yu stood for a while holding his head.When the situation eased, he put on his gloves, quickly cleaned up the cigarette butts on the ground and the day's bed sheets, and threw them into the incineration bag without looking back.Then, he looked up at the messy living room and sighed helplessly.

Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and knelt down, the lingering pain seemed to warn him that he was just a poor injured patient.But the injured man had no choice but to spray an unlabeled reagent on the ashtray and the floor, and then rub a layer of bleach after a blue reaction.

When he confirmed that there were no other traces missing, he immediately tied up the incineration bag and took it to the incinerator on the third floor.

After about ten minutes, Jiang Yu returned to the room.He rubbed his sore eyes, walked all the way to the bathroom, and observed the changes on his face closely.

Jiang Yu saw himself in the mirror with a haggard face, and saw the unwashed raincoat and sportswear in the sink.When was this left over?He couldn't remember anymore.

Alcohol be damned, sweet and nasty stuff.

The face in the mirror carried the handsomeness of a mature man. Compared with the cold lighting, the wheat-colored skin was more suitable for immersing in the warm light.The facial features are like thick brushstrokes, which appear deep and have a strong sense of outline.The brown hair was unmanaged, parted to the sides, and a few locks at the temples were left at different lengths.

Due to blood loss, his face was gray and pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were accentuated.

Jiang Yu rubbed his chin around, and the stubble was like a cat's tongue, which made his palms hurt slightly.

It can't go on like this.The high-intensity work and the injuries made worse, he will collapse sooner or later.

Jiang Yu leaned over and turned on the faucet, covered his face with a handful of water, moistening the blood that had dried up on his face.

He gently opened the eyelids, and found that the red blood inside was as dense as a spider's web.He could only take out a bottle of anti-inflammatory eye drops from behind the mirror cabinet, and put them under the eyelids respectively.

Jiang Yu closed his eyes, and slowly waited for the droplets to slowly spread from the conjunctiva.

——If this continues, I really have to explain.

Do you want to sell the whereabouts of the prince?Chairman Qiu has dominated the world for so many years, and there are at least a dozen political enemies who are sworn to death.If it really works, what will I get more than just a reward?Who would have thought that a painless betrayal could bring in countless wealth.

Of course, this is only an assumption.

Jiang Yu wiped his face hastily with a towel, and when the condition of his eyes eased, he began to wash the two extremely dirty coats.

If Qiu Shihuan really confessed, he might be killed before he got the money. TP-Jesse is a lesson from the past, so he can't take such a risk, he would rather keep the secret in his stomach.

But it won't work like this.

——Or, find a cheaper place to move?

Unrealistic.

The contract has not yet expired, so if you move out now, you will have to pay a liquidated damages.With the deposit back and the cash in my pocket, I'm afraid I won't even be able to rent a suitable capsule apartment.

It's really... nothing goes well.

When he leaned over to scrub his cuffs, the doorbell rang suddenly and hurriedly.

Jiang Yu restlessly put down his work.

"Come, come, don't rush."

Maybe it was the milk delivery again.

God, when will Qiu Shihuan come back?He had had enough of the milkman's apologetic looks.Of course, Jiang Yu also contradictoryly hoped that the door next door would never be opened.He dared not face the chaebol's young master.

Jiang Yu tore off a rag to wipe off the foam on his hands, and hurried to answer the door.

As soon as the entrance door was opened, he was in a daze.

The boy with the face of an angel was carrying a big plastic bag and looked at Jiang Yu expectantly.

As if the sun was immersed in his smile.

"Good morning, Uncle. You got up really early today."

Jiang Yu suddenly felt a little headache.

Qiu Shihuan brought a lot of ingredients over.

Onions, kimchi, potatoes, pork belly, onion, ginger, garlic and various seasonings.

There are also two boxes of fresh milk.

Fresh vegetables and meat are only available in other districts, so if you want to buy such items in the 19th district, where there are only compressed biscuits, instant noodles and baked white steamed buns, the price may not be cheap.

Jiang Yu became more and more confused about what he wanted to do.

But seeing the young man put such a bag of things on the table alone, Jiang Yu couldn't help but help him.

"Prince Prince."

"Ok?"

"You brought so many things, dare you not come to condolences the injury?"

"I'm here to care about Uncle—if you say that, will Uncle be happy?"

"It's okay if you don't come, I'm just as happy."

Seeing his perfunctory expression, Qiu Shihuan immediately pouted unhappily.

But soon, his eyes fell on the slight abrasions at the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle, this hasn't been posted yet."

"Huh? Ah, that's it." Jiang Yu subconsciously blocked the wound, "I'll put a Band-Aid on it later."

"Qiangqiang—" something bright yellow touched the tip of his nose, "Uncle, let's see what it is."

Jiang Yu took a look and found that it was a cartoon Band-Aid of an orange cat.He suddenly thought of the gauze on his head, and those too childish stickers, probably Qiu Shihuan's masterpiece.

I really don't understand, but I beat him with my hands, and I treated his wounds for him.

What does the guy in front of me want?

Before Jiang Yu could take it apart, Qiu Shihuan snatched it back from his hand.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Yu had no intention of fighting with the opponent.

"I'll help uncle post it."

"Oh, this kind of trivial matter can't be done. It really can't be done."

"I come--"

It has to be said that Qiu Shihuan's facial features are quite outstanding.

The eye sockets are deeply sunken, the right eyebrow is naturally cut off at the end, and the end of the eyebrow is still slightly raised.Looks emotional and lively.

His nose bridge is high and straight, and the flow of his face is in the standard Central European style.Her lips were always pursed into a half-smile, and there was a blade-like sharp breath all over her body.

Especially when he was concentrating on something, his eyelashes would occasionally tremble slightly, like grass and trees disturbed by butterflies.

His fingertips are also very soft and smooth, and you can tell by the touch that each finger is well maintained.Therefore, when the small band-aid was rolled onto the cheek from one side, it still caused a slight itchiness.

Jiang Yu's other arm subconsciously began to look for a support point. When he pushed back, he was directly pressed against the sticky chopping board.

Finger touched a kitchen knife.

He clenched the handle of the knife tightly.

Cold sweat oozes from the back.

"Why are you in a daze, uncle?" Qiu Shihuan raised his eyes, as if he didn't pay attention to his hand movements at all, "It's pasted, do you like it?"

neck.

Align the neck.

artery.

Throat.

Anything is fine.

Jiang Yu felt a voice speaking in his head.

"Uncle, talk, do you like it?"

Qiu Shihuan seemed to dislike silence.

He grabbed the cartoon packaging of the Band-Aid and showed it off in front of Jiang Yu.

The cat's face is cute and naive.

The woman died peacefully.

The round eyes are wide open.

Her eyes were closed tightly, no dilated pupils, no spots.

Nibbling on the ball of yarn, he made a rabbit pedaling pose on the ground.

The woman lay limp on the ground covered in blood, and lay down on her stomach.Laryngeal tissue is pulled out.Wine rippling at the fingertips.

He couldn't draw it.

He couldn't draw a woman's death.

He couldn't draw the angle of the blood jet.

his inspiration ran out

"like."

The fingers that pinched until they turned white gradually loosened.

"I love so much."

The sound disappeared.

Heck.

What was he thinking just now?

Jiang Yu immediately pushed the kitchen knife away to avoid similar thoughts from appearing again.But it was very difficult to restrain the desire for self-protection, so he pinched his palm to calm down.

"Ah—I want to eat kimchi soup." Qiu Shihuan suddenly raised his head and changed the subject, "I used to eat it very often in the 23rd district, but since I came to the 19th district, I haven't even tasted a delicious one."

Jiang Yu has not recovered from the momentum just now.

He took a deep breath and tried to look calm.

"It's useless to act like a spoiled child to me. What can I do?" He opened the cabinet door on the floor, bent down and handed over a bottle of iced milk, "Here, don't ask me to sign for your milk next time. I've been working night shift recently, Being woken up every morning is a pain."

"Wow! Thank you, Uncle—" Qiu Shihuan jumped up on the spot and wrapped his arms around Jiang Yu's neck.I don't know if it was intentional, but I put my lips next to his ear, "Uncle, I want to eat! I want to eat kimchi soup, I really want to eat it!"

"I know I know."

Jiang Yu blew into his earholes, and suddenly his back felt cold and he didn't dare to resist.

***

Jiang Yu's final destination was the kitchen. While putting on his apron, he asked Qiu Shihuan to watch TV for a while, as long as he kept quiet and waited for dinner.

The Latina female announcer is sitting in a tight position, broadcasting hot topics that have recently attracted social attention.Qiu Shihuan took the remote control and turned up the volume a few notches.

The weather is hot, and there is no way to install air-conditioning in the rental house-even if it is installed, it can't afford the high electricity bill.

Qiu Shihuan was wearing a pair of men's shorts, and the skin on his legs was so delicate that it almost glistened.He sat cross-legged on the carpet, drinking milk and eating onion rings with relish.

Jiang Yu was digging potatoes with his head down.

In a small frying pan, ghee oozes from the sliced ​​pork belly.As soon as the oil temperature comes up, the aroma of sliced ​​garlic and scallions fills the room without needing to be stir-fried.

He quickly stopped peeling potatoes.

The pork belly has been shrunk tight and flexible, and it is suitable for fat and thin.The frying pan was shaken twice, and there was a sound of oil splashing from the kimchi, and the aroma almost overflowed from the nostrils.

He immediately put things into the soup pot, added other seasonings, and then closed the lid, watching the hot soup boiling inside.

At this moment, the rebroadcast of the morning news also began.

[Recently, a citizen reported that he found a dead body while running around Baishugong Lake at night. 】

[Verified by the police, the deceased was a 57-year-old male, Qiao Yingsheng, a committee member who was previously released on bail by the director of the district finance department, but whose whereabouts are unknown.At [-]:[-] pm last Sunday, his family reported him as missing. 】

Jiang Yu stopped tearing open the sauce box.

[After investigation, Qiao Yingsheng went to a club that was not qualified to operate before his disappearance. 】

[When the police arrived, the building had been evacuated.But traces of recent activity can still be found at the scene. 】

[From the facilities and residues inside the building, the police speculate that this is probably an illegal club that illegally imprisons women, trades people, and uses prohibited drugs to control them. 】

[At present, this case has received great attention from all walks of life. 】

Jiang Yu couldn't help looking at the screen on the TV.Several photos of the interior of the building were released on it, which looked like a clubhouse engaged in illegal activities.

The clotted blood on the wall and the adult toys scattered all over the place have been mosaiced.It is not uncommon for homicides to occur in such places.

Because this type of criminal usually has an unfortunate childhood and a need to show off his strength.

At the end of the news, a video of Qiao Yingsheng's life was played.

In the video, the suspect in a gray coat approached the back door of the club furtively, and he seemed to be having a secret conversation with someone.

Then stretched out a hand from inside the door, Kong Wu looked powerful.The man pulled him into the house and locked the door.Judging from the on-site inspection, this door was also locked from the inside.

Why was the body found in Baihu Park?

Jiang Yu looked suspiciously at Qiu Shihuan who was drinking milk.

The other party turned his back to him, and his slender fingertips touched a bit of crispy crumbs of food, unconsciously put it in his mouth and sucked it gently.

For a moment, Jiang Yu felt that he was completely unable to connect the other party with the intruder last night, or the murderer who killed TP Jesse.

The young man's bewildering appearance makes people never imagine that there is a deeper and more terrifying dark side hidden under the skin, in the bones and blood.