The sky is getting dark, and the dark blue sky is sweeping inland along with the moisture from the coast, bringing with it waves of cool sea breeze.

The cold air carried by the sea breeze swept back and forth, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, especially when it was about to rain.

Under the streetlight on the coast, Picol touched the dagger and lock pick bag in his arms, took a last sip, and reluctantly threw away the cheap cigarette in his hand that had been burned to the butt.

This was his last cigarette. The penniless Picol could not imagine the horrific scene of not smoking while evading the police pursuit, especially when his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

He needs Sol, and he needs Sol even more to buy those damn cigarettes, as long as he can smoke, even if he doesn't eat bread.

His body was weakened by running around and eating irregularly, so he had to consider the consequences of calling the police if the person he robbed overturned him.

Fortunately, after several days of groping around in Celephasis, he finally found a target that suited him in the townhouse area of ​​Lister Street where the middle class was located. Wandering from No. 30 to No. 150, he finally found a suitable target.

Made up my mind.

No one lives in Villa No. 141.

No one came or went for three days, so the owner of the house probably traveled far away, leaving the room empty.

At this moment, there is nothing more attractive than a large, ownerless house, even if it is a beautiful dancer with a double-barreled shotgun on her chest.

There were only eight rooms on the seventh floor. He ignored the room obviously prepared for unborn children and headed out of the male owner's bedroom. In particular, the male owner had fewer expensive items than the female owner.

If a man chooses to open the closet and give the other person a small surprise, the frightening effect will be even worse.

Above the blood beads, the fair skin lacked a few cracks. Picol rubbed his eyes, but found that the cracks were flesh-colored thin lines. At this moment, they were scratched by sharp nails, and the thin lines were scratched all over the ground.

Together, they are like a zipper that has collapsed, or like a snake that has shed its skin.

"Squeak"

"Squeak..."

Nosebleeds could be felt coming from the outside of his nostrils. Ke Piaojie casually pulled a piece of men's underwear, wiped it away and threw it away. He turned his eyes and continued to look inside.

Su Yang sighed deeply, and the glass behind Su Yang's eyes gradually blurred.

Its simple eight-hole wavy lock core and reverse cross-shaped rotating shaft are enough to intercept new thieves, but it cannot stop a regular customer who has been playing with door handles for more than ten years. For Picol, opening that kind of lock is easier than unlocking it.

It's much easier to take off the clothes of a lowly prostitute and leave.

"Weird...monster!"

The sound of low-heeled shoes was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it had not yet reached the door. At this time, Ke Piaojie obviously moved away to focus on that one.

Then,

"Are you beautiful?"

The fair and delicate hands crossed the tight collarbone, and then moved towards the waist. Every move showed a charming and enchanting aura, which made Picol's breathing become heavier outside the closet.

It was as if the heavens had opened a door for Picol. As Picol observed, the man snorted loudly before picking up the lace underwear that had fallen on the ground, and then sat down next to the wardrobe.

Beside the small bed.

Everything is going smooth.

Rumo's short hair is spread untidyly behind his forehead, and the face behind his eyes seems to be a blend of the best parts of the East and the West. It doesn't have the special three-dimensionality of Westerners, nor does it have the sword-browed star of an Oriental beauty.

The seven sense organs are perfect, and the overall look is quite stunning. The skinny cheeks make the owner of the face look unhealthy.

Without enough time to stand firm, Picol broke the lockpick, opened the small door, and walked sideways out of the house.

The thunder fell into a brief gap.

The sharp voice like a night owl is charming and stern.

The expensive mahogany stairs suddenly made a harsh sound. Ke Piaojie looked up and found that they were just wooden steps on his feet. Even the handrails did not have a decayed feeling. It seemed that the mahogany on his feet was still there.

It is special to have not experienced hundreds of years of time, and it lacks a sense of sedimentation of time.

Regardless of whether he responded to Picol's question, the man just pressed his index finger on the midline of his chest, and a drop of blood seeped out. As if to make Piccolo's view more unclear, the man even raised his body.

As a mid-range product of Benjamin Locks, Benjamin Type 3 locks mainly serve small doors with low indoor theft risk factors.

The small door closed hastily, cutting off the dark white world that ended in blur in the raindrops.

"Are you beautiful?"

"Are you beautiful?"

The cabinet door was completely opened by ten centimeter-long white nails.

It has passed after all, just like a dream that can never be seen again.

Picol, who was almost suffocated to death by the various men's underwear outside the closet, rolled his eyes and tried hard to find a way to suffocate himself to death. Thanks to his short body, Ke Piaojie finally stooped slightly and put his nose

The upper part of the wardrobe.

Thanks to the angle of the hole in the cabinet door, Picol managed to see the part above the man's neck through the bottom hole, which made me even more excited and agitated.

"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta."

Ke Piaojie tried to push the closet door open, but found that he couldn't push it open at all, as if there was a hill inside the closet door that could not be shaken, so he felt uneasy.

Seeing that there was no beauty to behold, Picol lost a little patience, but he still had no doubts in his mind and spoke in a half-joking tone.

The door handle behind my eyes seemed a little cleaner than I thought.

Sluggishly walking across the overgrown lawn that had been tended, the legs of his canvas trousers were marked by strange thorns that he had never seen before. Piccolo hunched over and walked back to the small door, and took out his permanent

It is a large bag of lock picks that can be taken away from you.

No matter what, a professional psychiatrist with no worth should be stabbed to death by a male patient who "madly admires" him. He is a rich man, so he should bear such joy.

Just when Ke Piaojie was not worried about how to take away the pile of gems he had sorted under the dressing table, an unfamiliar harsh noise came from the door, accompanied by the whine of the wooden steps, and there was no man's low heel.

The shoes make a crisp, rhythmic 'tapping' sound.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It only took half a second to arrive, and Picol lost his decision with a heartache.

Continuing to comb through the familiar memory named 'Kane' that was missing from his mind, Su Yang still couldn't accept the fact that he had not traveled through time, or that he had left and died in the next world. It was like looking in the mirror.

I always have a sense of absurd separation that cannot distinguish between illusion and reality.

As if he understood something, and seemed to want to express something, the man placed his hand heavily under his belt and pulled it hastily.

Sure enough, with the woman's heavy breathing, the red dress slipped to the ground with the help of skillful hands. The man's body was becoming more and more restrained, and there was only a cabinet door between him and the woman's burning body.

Picol's heart skipped a beat, and then he understood the fact that the man had already discovered him, and knew the beauty of it. The woman simply suppressed her breathing any longer, and the movement under her hands became smaller and smaller.

I also have completely adapted to my new face.

One hand held down the closet door.

Didn't he waste too much time on the first floor? Ke Piaojie, who knew that people with no money hate to put their treasures outside, went straight to the bedrooms on the seventh and eighth floors.

Without a plan, the hand speed he had practiced over the years allowed Picol to slowly restore the dressing table to its original state. Seeing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Picol, who was able to hide on the bed, slowly ran away.

Inside the half-open wardrobe, the door was closed amidst the fragrant aroma of men.

Looking back now, maybe I should have agreed to the male patient's ordinary request at that time. It was obvious that in some kind of crazy hallucination, the male patient was lost in the false world and could not extricate himself.

He didn't have any weird habits. Picol stepped under the slightly messy purple lace underwear, looked at the half-open wardrobe, and came to the dressing table with a mirror.

A fanged monster covered in greenish-green rotten dead skin and exuding the stench of decay looked at Picol with a smile, its bright yellow eyes like a cemetery soul lamp full of ferocity.

No more rain fell from the sky, and I spent my short but passionate life.

"Beautiful, your baby, even though you can only see his face, you understand that he is definitely the most beautiful man you have ever seen. You can't wait to leave."

When the time comes, killing people will be like jogging. If I don't have time, I can't stop playing with the hero for a while.

Recalling the "Necronomicon" that was stained red on the back of his chest, Su Yang came back to his senses from the memories, and the male patient's crazy smile faded away.

In fact, Su Yang's body is indeed very active now, as if he just had a minor illness.

The man smiled, held down the closet door with one hand, and reached behind his chest with the other hand.

Outside the dimly lit room, the hanging crystal lamp gave off a moving light.

"Sister, is he still wearing a hair condom when he sets out?"

His body slowly adapted to the pungent fragrance, and he finally had no energy left to observe the situation in the closet. Ke Piaojie held his breath slightly and brought his eyes to the hole, but he almost choked to death on the saliva that poured down.

There was nothing placed under the long table for dining out, and the low cabinet at my feet contained nothing but two pairs of loafers. It was obvious that the mistress and mistress of the house were not at home.

Piccolo's flushed face turned pale suddenly, and the ruby ​​​​in his hand almost fell to the ground and turned into rubies.

There are a few large and small holes for fingernails that have just been opened in this outside. It is the only place outside the wardrobe that can get abnormal air.

"Don't wait, you still have to take off your clothes."

"Baby, he should get out of the way."

A cold breath rose from his belly, and Piccolo suddenly felt a little distraught. Before he realized that except for the man in the closet, there was no other voice coming from outside the house, the timid Piccolo used his free right hand.

It is moving upwards consciously.

In general, I still overestimate the desire born of obsession. Not only should I argue with the male patient, but I should also satisfy the male patient. Let me tell you that the "Necronomicon" is real and was written by an Arab madman.

It was made up by Abdullah Alhassad, but it is a fictional storybook created by an American horror story writer named Lovecraft and expanded by many people.

The legs are spread apart, the light red short skirt is looming, covering the most mysterious parts, and the hot body is as if the depth of the Elf Trench is unfathomable.
To be continued...