Mr Killer Next Door

The glass door leading directly to the hall was not locked, and the friction on the shaft made an ugly and old strange sound.

The reception desk was facing the door, and when the hem of the clothes was swept, a thick layer of dust was silently rolled up.

"A lot of people." Qiu Shihuan bowed his head and counted the footprints, "...seventeen, um, there are seventeen more."

The dagger held tightly against his wrist, the hunter looked around all alone, his lips parted for a moment.

Beneath the reception desk is a crayon-stained swivel chair with a dusty surface.There is a defect near the table, causing the inner sponge to pull out.

There is no hiding under the table.

Disappointed, he withdrew his bloodlust from the outside, propped up his palms, and then moved away from the dirty tables and chairs.

Across the reception desk, what awaits him is a public activity area.

Cabinets, under the table, in the tea room... He searched everywhere like a hyena looking for carrion, but there was no sign of prey in any hiding place.

Qiu Shihuan resentfully shifted his target.

On the right half of the area, an old TV set is huddled up alone in the corner, and its surface is covered with a layer of cobwebs.He grabbed the plug cord on the back of the TV and hummed a song no one had heard before.

Drag and pull.

Old and vintage electronics lost their bottom support.The spherical glass faced downwards and fell straight to the ground.

Rolling splinters made an eerie clatter behind the heels.

Facing the wall, Qiu Shihuan slowly wrapped the second half of the wire around his wrist.

He aimed at a piece of the most damp wall, and the blood vessels in his neck throbbed as if he had been hit.He tightened his wrists, gaited slowly, and swung the weight clockwise, with fanatical power boiling between his muscles.In the next second, the TV slammed into the wall with unexpected momentum.

It fell apart, its tiles cracked and crumbled.

The resulting building vibrations are multiplied to the wrist.

This wall is very thin, as if it has a hollow structure.Before Qiu Shihuan hit it a few times, an unnatural crack appeared in the hole in front of him.

He grinned approvingly, and the movement of his hands intensified.

Then, from the enlarged hole, several human bones of different sizes fell out.

"So you are here."

The teenager stopped his movements, staring intently at the exposed bones, as if they were no longer part of the cement.

Standing up slowly from the side of the faded wallpaper, he tilted his head and smiled without emotion: "I used to think about it, you haven't become adults yet, where can you go?"

He crouched in front of a complete skull, playing with the top of it playfully.

"It turns out that the aunt of the orphanage hid you here."

Qiu Shihuan threw away the plug wire in his hand quite casually, this thing has completely lost its meaning to him.In addition to destroying, he urgently needs to find toys that can arouse interest.

After all, this hunting game wasn't worth his troubles in the first place.

On the display wall of the works, a white rabbit woven by someone who does not know attracted Qiu Shihuan's attention.

It looked more like a grotesque ball of thread than a rabbit.Ears of different lengths are pierced by two thumbtacks, and the suffering false god is nailed to the center of the display board.

The boy stepped forward curiously.

He dusted off the rabbit's belly and pressed his index finger on its missing right eye.

The rabbit's head was sunken in like mud that had lost its elasticity.No matter how long he waited, he couldn't recover.

"What a pity." Qiu Shihuan simply pinched off the rabbit's head, flicked the little fluffy ball to the ground and squashed it flat, "I thought I could find something interesting."

Bidding farewell to the public activity area, Qiu Shihuan strolled along the long aisle.

The comfort of being undisturbed, and the victory at his fingertips made him happily kick open the first door he saw.

The debris between the wood gaps is like fine sand in an upside-down hourglass, flowing down gradually.

Qiu Shihuan looked at the yellowed canteen.

He vaguely remembered the taste of the food here.

The pork ribs in sauce are always very salty, and are turned red and black by a large amount of soy sauce; most of the river fish dishes are braised in brown sauce, with so many spines that make people dizzy; the potato cubes in curry chicken are square and hard. Chewy; shredded carrots are steamed in the patty, and it's hard to find a balance between sweet and salty.

One dessert is only served on Fridays.

He can't remember the specific taste of the dessert, because everyone's evaluation of the pastry has always been "unpalatable".

But Qiu Shihuan never told anyone that he couldn't put it down in the middle of every month.

The young man gradually recovered from the aftertaste of disappearing.

He looked around the empty cafeteria, examined the overturned chairs, and the long tables that were no longer connected—he suddenly realized that the silence also had its own voice.

Moldy boards, cobwebs encroaching on every crevice and corner, and flying insects enjoying their short lives in the sun.

Each of them echoes in memory.

The boot fell on the raised plank, sinking a centimeter inward.

The blood stained the long corridor he had walked countless times, prompting the young God of Death to chase after the winding breath, ready to harvest the fleeing soul.

He pushed another exit, and the path he was walking cut off in front of a wooden wall.

But this is not the end.

The fresh blood seems to lure the sharks in the depths of the sea intentionally, with an irresistible attraction, leading the capable catcher to the second floor.

He completed the first countdown on the second floor.

When Qiu Shihuan brought down the two men who attacked him, he did not leave a single one alive.

"Good night, uncles. Have a good dream." The dagger was pulled out from the liver of one of them, the boy stood up, and said to the bystanders at the end of the corridor, "Brother, how long are you going to waste? I'm running out of time Dressed up for the date. Come on, stop scurrying around, it's more annoying than a cockroach."

"It seems that you still have the stamina to speak, fake." Ignoring his sarcasm, Alfonso's voice came slowly, "Let's prolong the process of the cat-and-mouse game."

Qiu Shihuan rolled his eyes.

He does enjoy the situation, but that doesn't mean he appreciates an unsightly cockroach.

It crawled around, turning back from time to time to check the position of its pursuer.This is a low-level method, a trick that only cares about the fleeing guy to save face.From the activity room on the second floor to the dormitories on the third and fourth floors, the bodyguards brought by Alfonso tried their best to stop him, regardless of his life, in an attempt to slow down the progress of the operation, hoping to use up his last bit of energy.

A reptile that only murders and abuses the weak, but never fights against natural enemies, is only worthy of being pecked by vultures.

When the countdown reached three, Qiu Shihuan never saw any bodyguards again.He pursued unimpeded all the way to the fifth floor of the orphanage.

In the corridor where the light cannot be peeped in, the light source of the mobile phone is very precious.

The half-hidden door was gently pushed open, and the empty picture frame left on the wall told every visitor a story of the past.Countless watercolor paintings have been posted here, and balloons and ribbons have been woven into a secret paradise for two people.

Today, the room, which is also impenetrable to sunlight, is dead silent.

The boy pushed aside the cobwebs and walked into the studio filled with memories.

The windows were open, as if breaking the years of darkness.

The returning bird and the low city line were burnt into a line by the evening fire cloud.

Alfonso stepped among the shredded paper, shaking the torn painting in his hand.

"Counterfeit, it's too exaggerated. You really want to kill me for a dead man." He waved the fragments away and reached for another painting. "It's really funny. When will we understand each other?"

Qiu Shihuan didn't give him a chance.

Some unquenchable fire was propelling him on, propelling him to crush Alfonso with the wildest attacks.

He threw away the knife in his hand, and the part that didn't belong to his body was superfluous at the moment—he wanted to grab the opponent's neck with his bare hands, he wanted to feel the life passing by his fingertips, and he wanted to let everything end here.

Qiu Shihuan's hands crossed in front of Alfonso's throat, his pupils shrank violently like crazy, and his tiger's mouth touched the beating pulse of the other party.

Thumb sunk deep into soft throat tissue, tendon and bone tugging at each other.

"I don't need your understanding, brother." Qiu Shihuan picked up Alfonso's neck bone, and unspeakable joy penetrated from his spine to his whole body.He lifted it over the window sill like a defenseless chicken, "I will let you die in the most miserable way, I will let you die in hell-I hate you, and I look forward to it." The moment you die is about to bring me a unique pleasure."

The manic and terrifying strength of the arm grabbed the struggling Alfonso, and the veins in the graceful hands were bulging.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qiu Shihuan pushed the treacherous devil down towards an unimaginable height.

And Alfonso obviously expected that the other party would do this.

With the last of his strength, the black-haired boy grabbed the strong arm of the perpetrator.He could almost feel the strong muscle curve through the sleeves.

The organs of Alfonso's whole body were close to the load, he fought stubbornly, but he couldn't check and balance this extremely strong lethality.

He quickly changed his position, put his feet on the window frame, and vowed to drag the murderer to hell with him.

"Fake." He gritted his teeth and smiled happily, "We should be together for such an exciting funeral."

***

When Jiang Yu drove to the B-93 playground, it was already in chaos.

The crowd stranded in the park was being evacuated by the police. He asked a cleaner at random to inquire about the specific situation, and he probably had a certain idea in mind.

Jiang Yu didn't even have time to wipe off his sweat, and rushed into the playground regardless of the obstruction of the cordon and the staff.The corpses killed by different methods formed a trail of blood. Jiang Yu quickly confirmed the identities of several people. In different parts, he found the tattoos of Crested Ibis Technology.

He didn't dare to stop searching for a moment, and finally found a garden with a "no entry" warning sign around the water area hundreds of meters away from the cave.

Jiang Yu eagerly pushed the door open, knocking open the door of the Winter Castle Orphanage.

Before he could climb the stairs, there was a loud noise above the fragile floor.