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.
If a man chooses to open the closet and give the other person a small surprise, the frightening effect will be even worse.
If one kind of fragrance can make one's mind wander, then if more than a dozen of the same fragrances are mixed together, this is not damaging to the cerebellum and nose.
"Baby, he should get out of the way."
The thunder fell into a brief gap.
"Squeak"
Through the hole, two plump and white hairy calves came into view. There was no layer of white stockings worth a penny between the calves and thighs. Above the stockings was a pair of bright red men's low-heeled shoes. Although there were
You can see that it's only the lower body, but Piccolo knows that with such a pair of voluptuous and beautiful legs, the figure and face will naturally be very different.
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.
A fanged monster covered in green rotten dead skin and exuding the stench of decay looked at Ji Jielan with a smile, its bright yellow eyes like a cemetery soul lamp full of ferocity.
He pushed out the keyhole accurately, and with a pleasant "click" sound, there was no expression of joy on Picol's face, but rather a bit less determined.
Opening the large bag of lockpicks, Picol took out two pieces of 'thin wire'.
Outside the dimly lit room, the hanging crystal lamp emitted a harsh light.
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.
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.
Passing affectionately through the overgrown lawn that was being taken care of, the legs of his canvas trousers were marked by strange thorns that he had never seen before. Picol bowed his waist 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.
In fact, Su Yang is indeed in good health now, as if he just had a minor illness.
Finally, the man became the same state as when he was born out of the mother's body, and the woman also let out a long breath, only to feel that her legs and feet were eight points weaker.
The small door hurriedly closed, cutting off the dark white world with blurred emotions in the raindrops.
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 Elf Trench is particularly deep and measurable.
"Squeak..."
One hand held down the closet door.
Holding the dagger in his back hand, Picol slowly glanced at the empty first floor and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta."
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.
"Don't wait, you still have to take off your clothes."
Didn't he respond to Ji Jielan'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.
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 illusion, the male patient was not lost in the false world and could not extricate himself.
No more rain fell from the sky, and I spent my short but passionate life.
"Are you beautiful?"
Then,
The man smiled, held down the closet door with one hand, and reached behind his chest with the other hand.
As a mid-range product of Benjamin Lock Industry, Benjamin Type 3 lock mainly serves small doors with low indoor anti-theft coefficient.
Just when Picol was not worried about how to take away the pile of gems he had sorted under the dressing table, a strange and 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.
"Are you beautiful?"
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.
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. It’s not the thin cheeks that make the owner of the face look unhealthy.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Amidst the questions mixed with laughter, the man stood up from the bed and approached the closet.
In my opinion, the erotic feeling brought about by peeping at this moment is even more exciting than the coercion of directly pushing open the cabinet door.
The cabinet door was completely opened by ten centimeter-long white nails.
The sound of low-heeled shoes was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it had not yet reached the door. But at this time, Ji Jielan obviously didn't care about it.
Pushing his hands over the garden railing that could be used as an obstacle, Picol made sure that no one had discovered him.
His body slowly adapted to the pungent fragrance, and finally had no energy left to observe the situation in the closet. Picol held his breath slightly and brought his eyes to the hole, but almost choked himself to death on the saliva that poured down.
Wearing a worn leather hood, Piccolo glanced at the street warily and walked slowly towards Lister No. 141.
Anyway, I did less of that kind of thing on the way to escape, and I already had a burden on my heart. No matter how emotional my body was, there was still a problem in killing an unsuspecting person.
The cold hot water from the faucet was slapped under his face with his palms. Su Yang stared blankly at the pale and thin 16-year-old man outside the mirror, feeling lost in thought.
Nosebleeds could be felt coming from the outside of his nostrils. Picol casually grabbed a piece of men's underwear, wiped it away and threw it away. He turned his eyes and continued to look inside.
It only took half a second to arrive, and Piccolo lost his decision.
"Emerald necklace, cat's eye bracelet, gold ring...what the hell, there's not such a small ruby outside the box? Did the owner of that store rob the jewelry store? Oh my god, you really made a fortune that time, why did you run away?
What's the point? I don't have enough money to bribe these greedy policemen and become farmers in the countryside."
The door handle behind my eyes seemed a little cleaner than I thought.
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.
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.
"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 any longer."
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.
Without much time to spare, Picol broke the lockpick, opened the small door, and walked sideways out of the house.
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.
Piccolo's flushed face turned pale suddenly, and the ruby in his hand almost fell to the ground and turned into rubies.
It has passed after all, just like a dream that can never be awakened.
The sharp voice like a night owl is the most charming and affectionate one.
Everything is going smooth.
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.
I also have completely adapted to my new face.
After all, a professional psychiatrist with no worth should be stabbed to death by a male patient who "madly admires" him. He is also a man who can make gold coins, so he should bear such joy.
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 cheap prostitute.
With his mouth open and his whole body feeling cold, Picol forgot to scream and watched in horror as the nails peeled off the ugly human skin and the sharp dagger fell to the ground.
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.
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 would die lovingly 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.
Didn't he waste too much time on the first floor? Picol, who knew that people with no money hate to leave their treasures outside, went straight to the bedrooms on the seventh and eighth floors.
Picol only felt that the heavy hum was like that of the purest and noblest aristocratic lady in the lower class society. She was particularly soft, and mixed with the charm that had not been seen in a woman for many years. For a moment, her heart became a little hard.
"Ugly eldest sister, is he still wearing a hair condom?"
Piccolo tried to push open the closet door, 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.
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.
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.
"Are you beautiful?"
Hide first to make sure how many people have come back. If it is definitely a man, knock the man unconscious and then take away the gem. If there is only one man, look for an opportunity to kill the woman first.
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.
The drawers were opened one after another, and Piccolo felt as if he had returned to the days when he was digging for treasures in his childhood. His heart was beating slower and slower, almost jumping out of his chest.
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.
Without thinking too much, Picol's courage and movements were a little less bold under the cover of thunder.
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.
Bright white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rumbles of thunder.
"Weird...monster!"
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, Picol finally stooped slightly and put his nose
The upper part of the wardrobe.
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.
The expensive mahogany stairs suddenly made a harsh sound. Ji Jielan looked up and found that they were just wooden steps on her feet. Even the handrails did not have a decayed feeling. It seemed that the mahogany on her 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.
