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A single man, Hu Rui, opened the door and walked into the house in the middle of the night, closed the door, turned on the light, and immediately saw two dark shadows reflected on the wall. One shadow was his own, and the other shadow was...
He turned around in horror and saw a tall, thin, handsome man suddenly standing behind the door, with a face as white as an A4 paper, calmly looking at him.
His first reaction was, as a well-known poor guy from Wushan, living in a shabby rental house in the city, he actually had thieves eyeing him?
His second reaction was, do thieves nowadays just break in without covering their faces?
The third reaction is, could it be that the news of winning the lottery was leaked by someone from the lottery center?
Hu Rui has been unemployed for some time and has no relatives or many friends in the city. Besides staying at home, playing games, and watching dramas online, his biggest hobby is buying lottery tickets. A few days ago, he used the remaining savings to gamble on lottery tickets and finally won a big prize. He immediately cashed in the prize money and put tens of thousands of yuan at home for future use.
After getting rich overnight, he returned to the golden blood spa he often visited, found a familiar technician, and unlocked the difficult task of embracing a woman for the night that he had longed for. In the following days, he went for several more sessions.
Just after finishing a session tonight, he came back with supper and other food, only to find that his home had been robbed. And the thief had chosen to confront him directly.
The tall, slim man suddenly appeared in the room, and Hu Rui's mind raced, but it was only for a brief moment. He was prepared to scream, but in reality, he wasn't very afraid because the man was handsome and composed, and despite his sudden appearance, he didn't make Hu Rui feel in danger.
But he couldn't make a sound.
A man suddenly made a move, swiftly approaching and accurately pinching Hu Rui's neck with his gloved hand.
Hu Rui's breath caught, only managing to make a faint sound. His voice was as faint as a mosquito, barely audible. He reached out with both hands, trying to pound and pull the other's arms, but to no avail.
A man grabbed Hu Rui by the neck and dragged him to the carpet next to the coffee table. During the process, Hu Rui's feet kept bouncing on the floor with a slight scraping sound.
The man glanced indifferently at Hu Rui, ignoring the opponent's flushed face and the intense fear in his eyes. With his other hand, he flipped out a sharp dagger. Without any hesitation or words, he swung the dagger towards Hu Rui.
A cold light flashed, and the sharp dagger instantly broke open Hu Rui's trachea. The man's dagger did not stop there, piercing Hu Rui's chest through the clothes. The blade avoided the sternum and accurately pierced the heart with a hissing sound. Following this, the man exerted force on his wrist, pushing the dagger a few more centimeters into Hu Rui's heart.
After completing these actions, the man calmly stood up, took a few steps back, and looked expressionlessly at Hu Rui lying on the ground.
Hu Rui Holding his neck, his throat made a wheezing sound, like an old air conditioning unit running. A wave of cold accompanied by immense pain quickly spread throughout his body. He lay on the carpet, convulsing, his pupils rapidly contracting as his life force rapidly ebbed away.
As his body shook, copious amounts of fresh blood flowed from the wound, but were temporarily blocked by the carpet from spreading to the floor.
The man no longer looked at Hu Rui and walked into the bathroom. Turning on the tap, he leisurely washed the blood off the dagger, carefully tidied his appearance in the mirror, and finally took off his gloves. He picked up the soap next to him and washed his hands thoroughly.
After doing all this, he wrapped the soap in a plastic bag and walked back to the living room. Hu Rui was lying on the carpet at this time, with wide eyes and a pale face, as if the floor beneath her could only produce slight convulsions.
A few minutes later...
The man confirmed the death of Hu Rui, and a ripple appeared in the calm eyes of Gu Jing. He let out a long breath and murmured to himself.
"This is the last one! I can live on for a long time after this."
"Life, you should stay for me!"
The man inspected the scene and confirmed that nothing was left behind. He turned off the lights, carried a plastic bag containing soap to the balcony, and climbed down from the second floor.
This is an old residential area with no surveillance equipment, so the man was not worried about being caught. He arrived at a garbage bin, took out a suitcase that had been placed there earlier, changed into the clothes inside, and put on a pair of mismatched shoes. After doing all this, he stuffed the discarded clothes, shoes, and soap into the suitcase, picked it up, and walked towards the edge of the residential area, staying in the shadows.
After the man left, the room immediately fell into a dead silence, with only the rhythmic sound of the clock's ticking on the wall. Hu Rui lay quietly on the cold floor, as if abandoned like a dead fish on a cutting board.
Suddenly, a faint rustling sound was heard, and a dark figure trembled out from under the sofa. Looking at Hu Rui on the ground, he recalled everything he had just witnessed, smelled the thick, unyielding scent of blood in the room, and couldn't help but shiver.
He didn't dare to stay in the room, so he turned and went to the balcony, then jumped down from the second floor.
The man, carrying a suitcase, quickly arrived at the edge of the residential area. It was next to a construction site outside, where there were few people at night, making it the perfect place to leave. He climbed over the residential area's wall and walked quickly along the construction site, soon disappearing into the vast night.
In a building under construction not far away, a figure stood quietly. When the man climbed over the wall, he stared straight at the figure until it disappeared. He withdrew his gaze and was about to leave.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, he caught sight of another dark figure from the corner of his eye, peeking over the wall. The figure dropped from the wall and didn't pause, running off in another direction.
The figure in the building saw the dark shadow leave, and suddenly jumped out of the building, into the pitch-black night sky. It's unclear what he did, but he hung in the air, never falling. He adjusted his posture in the air, drawing a black line and flew towards the direction the dark shadow left, like a bird of prey lurking in the dark night.
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