Criminal Minds Profile 2

[This chapter is a little scary, be careful]

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea to hide his greedy expression.

It was supposed to be tea to calm the heart, but just because the woman was sitting next to him and fell into his mouth, it seemed to be an aphrodisiac for restlessness and excitement.

How to hunt this mysterious white crane?

This woman is not like those puppets and mud tires before, he just threw them aside when he got tired of playing with them.The nude photos of the other party are held in his hands every day, and the rope around his neck is tied in his hands every day.

Bite?

Not to mention whether they have the courage to die together.Even if there were, before they were burned to death, they must have been drowned by the spittle of their relatives and friends, right?

Who made women vain and weak?

The only advantage is probably only the beautiful skin and flesh.If it weren't for the beautiful skin and snowy appearance under the clothes and the beautiful spring scenery, how could this world need such incompetent and useless things.

The color of his eyes deepened, and he secretly looked at the woman who personally delivered to the door.

Mysterious, proud, with extremely beautiful, pure white and flawless feathers.

There was a cruel and bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth:

He is the best at hunting this kind of prey.

"Oh, after talking for so long, what do you do for a job?" His voice was a little secretly angry, and it became more and more filthy.

"I know a little about the appreciation of jewelry and jade." The woman looked at him with clear eyes, as if she didn't realize it.

"That's a coincidence." He rolled his eyes, clapped his hands and said, "What do you think of this Jade Guanyin?"

"Glass jade is quite rare." The woman looked at it carefully. "The color is translucent and the texture is delicate. This meticulous carving must be the handiwork of those masters. It can be said to be priceless."

"Oh, is it so valuable?" He deliberately put on a nonchalant and casual look, "Hey, I just invited it at home. I didn't think too much about it. It's just a decoration."

"If you like, please come to your house?" He approached the woman's ear without any trace, and said with a three-point joke and three-point seriousness.

"No, no, this is too precious." The woman hurriedly avoided coming and going, a blush quietly appeared on her snow-white face.

"I don't know anything about jadeite. Anyway, it was recommended by those old gentlemen who know this business. They have been in this business for decades, and we are regular customers. We can't go wrong." He showed off his family's financial resources as if nothing had happened. And connections, "Anyway, I don't know what kind of water grade ABC grade emerald is. It's always right to pick the most expensive one."

He was busy showing off his majestic biceps in front of the young and beautiful woman, but missed the deep mocking look in the woman's eyes.

"The most precious jade..." The woman's voice was almost whispering, with a ghostly air, "It's human jade."

"What?" He was busy chattering, talking to himself, but couldn't hear clearly.

The woman didn't answer.

Unconsciously, the night has gradually deepened.The rain outside was getting heavier, and the bleak autumn rain carried a coldness that killed everything.

There was a wind blowing open the window, like someone crying in the rain.

"Why does it seem to be crying?" The woman frowned slightly, looking at him innocently, like a frightened deer in the forest.

He listened carefully, and there was a low sob in his throat from the basement.

It was the house sparrow that hadn't had time to deal with in the basement.

Sudden anger suddenly surged in his heart, he took a deep breath, suppressed the surging anger, and said if he didn't want to: "Oh, it's nothing, there is a kitten at home, and it's screaming."

The woman nodded, revealing a section of snow-white neck, fragile and easy to break.

It's so coaxing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to keep her anymore.

After such an episode, the woman seemed to have noticed his subtle unhappiness, and got up to say goodbye.

"By the way, I forgot to give this to you." The woman took out a lavender sachet from her pocket, and smiled shyly, "I'm not good at crafting, so I'll treat you to snacks next time. I just want to treat you Take it, hang it on the car and do anything in the living room."

Her brows are affectionate, her eyes are twitching, as if she is the hostess of the house, kissing her lover goodbye when she goes out, she is so bright and charming.

He was distracted, took the sachet, and finally took his eyes off the woman.

"Honey..." He held the sachet tightly, but his palm suddenly hurt. He looked down, and saw a few bright red blood beads seeping into the light-colored fabric, swimming away an ominous dark color.

The expression on his face froze, and he fell down like a doll without a support.

"Are you awake?" The woman squatted in front of him, her clean eyes reflected his distressed appearance.

A smelly rag was stuffed in his mouth, his body was bound by a bundle of hemp rope, his wrists were tied behind his back, and he was lying on his side like a caterpillar, unable to move at all.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu'

He was so suppressed that his face turned purple, his eyes protruded, and bloodshot eyes burst out.

"Uncomfortable?" The woman smiled, squatted in front of him, and kindly comforted her, "If you are uncomfortable, move less. I understand that your wrist is uncomfortable, but if your wrist is uncomfortable, at most it will be ischemic necrosis, and then you will have to amputate."

"But the trachea is strangled. But it's fatal." A beam of lightning illuminated the woman's pale complexion, blue-faced fangs, like the most beautiful ghost.

He glared at the woman viciously, unable to hide the horror in his eyes.

"So, people don't think how noble they are." The woman curled her lips, her eyes were full of sarcasm, "Look at you, don't look at whether you are powerful or powerful, or are you more attracted by the space between your legs?" The proud hunk can play with and humiliate other lives at will..."

"You only have one life." The woman was wearing eight centimeter high heels, and the sharp metal heel stepped on his joined wrists, making a strange and eerie sound of bone cracking.

A desperate howl escaped from his throat, but was blocked by the rags in his mouth. It sounded like the howling of a wounded wild boar.He was tearful, his muscles tensed, and he suddenly bowed his body.

Regrettably, instead of relieving his pain, his struggles made the rope around his neck go further in.Under the lack of oxygen, his face turned purple and his eyeballs protruded from his sockets, almost popping out.

"When you play with other people and make them want to die..." The woman's voice was ethereal, and upon listening carefully, there was a hint of pity.She squatted down, looking at his eyes that were usually dying, "I probably never thought that it would be this kind of feeling to be strangled by someone."

Under the extreme pain and lack of oxygen, his pupils gradually dilated, casting the shadow of death.The voice in my ear is melting, and the picture in front of me is gradually disintegrating.

The few desires to survive drove him to move forward half a centimeter like a maggot, but it only pushed him and the god of death a little closer.

In the final picture, the black curtain was blown by the wind, the heavy rain outside the window was pouring, and the bright lightning illuminated the cold front of the steel nail in the woman's hand.

She put on white rubber gloves and pulled a shiny ax from the oversized pink biscuit box.She took out the handle of the ax from the bag full of flowers and sachets.

She came stepping on the darkness of the world, and a thunderbolt seemed to explode in her ear.

She is undisturbed, and her steps are graceful, as if she is stepping on a rhythmic drum.

She bent down and stroked his eyelids, her movements were gentle, like the affectionate style in a lover's world, rubbing ears and temples together.

In the next second, she inserted a sharp steel nail into his eye socket.

"Does it hurt?" She gently wiped away the sweat oozing from his forehead, stroked his trembling back, and whispered in the tone of putting a child to sleep, "It's okay, it won't hurt if you cut off your head."

The figure of a black wild cat hurried past outside the window.It was attracted by the fishy smell in the room, and its blue vertical pupils looked into the room curiously.

Something let out a near-death howl, which made it take a step back suddenly, and the black hair all over its body exploded.It took a step back and nearly fell off the ledge.

It didn't even dare to call out, and lowered its body, leaning over the edge of the window frame to look.

A sharp cold light flashed, and there was a muffled sound, and a spherical thing rolled away, dragging a long dark shadow.

It had a look at that thing:

It was a smiling human head, with two hollow, bleeding eye sockets staring straight at it.

The black cat screamed as if its tail had been stepped on, with a shrill voice.With its agile body, its foot pads slipped and fell into the boundless heavy rain.

Amidst the sound of heavy rain, a woman's ethereal and beautiful voice hummed a beautiful funeral song.

The woman looked at the ax that was still dripping blood in her hand, and thought for a moment looking at the headless body.

She smiled, she had the charm of a mature woman, with a bit of girlish agility and cunning.

"I won't dissect the heart this time." She muttered to herself, with a bright smile on her lips, "Let me see, what should you do?"

The author says:

I went out for a trip on the National Day, and I will be back on the [-]th, okay?