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It only took half a second to arrive, and Piccolo lost his decision.
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?"
The door handle behind my eyes seemed a little cleaner than I thought.
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, Picol obviously didn't care about that.
Then,
The cabinet door was completely opened by ten centimeter-long white nails.
Piccolo's flushed face turned pale suddenly, and the ruby in his hand almost fell to the ground and turned into rubies.
The sharp voice like a night owl is charming and stern.
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.
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.
Opening the large package of lockpicks, Picol took out two pieces of 'thin wire'.
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.
Anyway, I did less things like that on the way to escape, and I already had a burden on my mind. No matter how healthy I was, there was still a problem in killing an unsuspecting person.
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.
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 and the female were lost in a false world and could not extricate themselves.
If one kind of fragrance can make one's mind wander, a dozen of the same fragrances mixed together can cause damage to a woman's cerebellum and nose.
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.
Didn't waste too much time on the first floor? Picol, who knew where the poor lesbians kept their treasures, went straight to the bedrooms on the seventh and eighth floors.
"Are you beautiful?"
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.
Bright white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rumbles of thunder.
"Squeak..."
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.
His body slowly adapted to the pungent fragrance, and finally he had no energy left to observe the situation in the closet. Ou Yande held his breath slightly and brought his eyes to the hole, but he almost choked to death on the saliva that poured down.
The icy hot water from the faucet was slapped under the face with the palm of his hand. Su Yang stared blankly at the pale and thin 16-year-old man outside the mirror, feeling lost in thought.
The man smiled, held down the closet door with one hand, and reached behind his chest with the other hand.
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.
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.
It was as if the heavens had opened a door for Piccolo. As Ouyande observed, the man snorted loudly before picking up the lace underwear that fell on the ground, and then sat on the small bed next to the wardrobe.
side.
No more rain fell from the sky, and I spent my short but passionate life.
"Weird...monster!"
Wearing a worn leather hood, Piccolo glanced at the street warily and walked slowly towards Lister No. 141.
"Squeak"
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.
Hide first to make sure how many people have returned. If the woman is just 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.
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, feeling that her legs and feet were eight points softer.
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta."
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.
Everything is going smooth.
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.
If a man chooses to open the closet and give the other person a small surprise, the frightening effect will be even worse.
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.
Outside the dimly lit room, the hanging crystal lamp emitted a harsh light.
Thanks to the angle of the hole in the cabinet door, Ou Yande managed to see the part above the man's neck through the bottom hole, which made me even more excited and agitated.
"Ugly eldest sister, is he still wearing a hair condom?"
Seeing that there was no beauty left to see, Ou Yande lost a little patience, but he still had no doubts in his mind and spoke in a half-joking tone.
The thunder fell into a brief gap.
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.
Continuing to comb through the familiar memory named 'Kane' that was missing from his mind, Ou Yan still couldn't accept the fact that he hadn't traveled through time, or that he hadn't died in the next world. It was like watching
Looking at myself in the mirror, I always feel a sense of absurd torn apart, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.
Without thinking too much, Picol's courage and movements were a little less bold under the cover of thunder.
It has passed after all, just like a dream that can never be seen again.
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.
Ou Yande didn't have any weird habits. He stepped under the slightly messy purple lace underwear, looked at the half-open wardrobe, and came to the dressing table with a mirror.
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.
