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.
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.
"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."
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.
A cold breath rose from his belly, and Piccolo suddenly felt uneasy. Before he realized that except for the man in the closet, there was no other voice coming from outside the house, the timid Tang Angang's free right hand was conscious.
The ground moves upward.
Amidst the questions mixed with a smile, the man stood up from the bed and approached the closet.
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.
Holding the dagger in his back hand, Picol slowly glanced at the empty first floor and breathed a sigh of relief.
Bright white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rumbles of thunder.
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.
Wearing a worn leather hood, Piccolo glanced at the street warily and walked slowly towards Lister No. 141.
Continuing to comb through the missing part of the emissary's memory named 'Kane', Su Yang still couldn't accept the fact that he had not traveled through time, or that he had not died in the next world. It was like watching
When I look at myself in the mirror, I always feel an absurd sense of being unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.
"Are you beautiful?"
The door handle behind my eyes seemed a little cleaner than I thought.
Pushing his hands over the garden railing that could be used as an obstacle, Picol made sure that no one had discovered him.
The sharp voice like a night owl is charming and stern.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The man smiled, held down the closet door with one hand, and reached behind his chest with the other hand.
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.
It didn't take much for him to think about anything. Under the cover of thunder, Tang Angang's courage and movements were a little less bold.
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.
He didn't have any weird habits. Tang An just stepped under the slightly messy purple lace underwear, looked at the half-open wardrobe, and came to the dressing table with a mirror.
Piccolo's flushed face turned pale suddenly, and the ruby in his hand almost fell to the ground and turned into rubies.
There are only eight rooms on the seventh floor. He skipped the room that was obviously prepared for unborn children. Piccolo walked out of the male master's bedroom first. To be honest, the male master's belongings were less expensive than the female master's.
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I also have completely adapted to my new face.
Didn't he respond to Tang Angang'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 see better, the man even raised his body.
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.
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.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Outside the dimly lit room, the hanging crystal lamp emits a bright light.
"Don't wait, you still have to take off your clothes."
"Squeak"
Looking back now, maybe I should have made the request of the male patient. It was obvious that in some kind of crazy hallucination, the male patient had lost himself in a false world and could not extricate himself.
The cabinet door was completely opened by ten centimeter-long white nails.
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.
If a man chooses to open the closet and give the other person a small surprise, the frightening effect will be even worse.
"Squeak..."
No more rain fell from the sky, and I spent my short but passionate life.
The thunder fell into a brief gap.
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.
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.
Everything is going smooth.
Without enough time to stand firm, Picol broke the lockpick, opened the small door, and walked sideways out of the house.
It was as if the heavens had opened a door for Picol. As Tang Angang 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.
Above the blood beads, the fair skin lacked a few cracks. Tang An just rubbed his eyes, but found that the cracks were flesh-colored thin lines. At this moment, they were scratched by sharp nails like knives, and the thin lines were united and separated in a mess.
Come, it looks like a broken zipper, or like the skin of a snake that has shed.
The small door closed hastily, cutting off the dark white world that ended in blur in the raindrops.
"Are you beautiful?"
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.
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.
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.
The sound of low-heeled shoes was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that the messenger had come to the door. But at this time, Picol obviously didn't care about that.
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta."
The cold hot water from the faucet was slapped on the face with the palm of his hand. Tang An stared blankly at the pale and thin 16-year-old boy outside the mirror, feeling lost in thought.
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.
Su Yang sighed deeply, and the glass behind Su Yang's eyes gradually blurred.
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.
As a mid-range product of Benjamin Locks, Benjamin Type 3 locks mainly serve small doors with low indoor theft risk factors.
"Baby, he should get out of the way."
It has passed after all, just like a dream that can never be seen again.
Didn't he waste too much time on the first floor? Picol, who knew where the poor people kept their treasures, went straight to the bedrooms on the seventh and eighth floors.
In fact, Su Yang's body is indeed very weak now, as if he just had a minor illness.
It must be said that one kind of fragrance can make one's mind wander, but a dozen of the same fragrances mixed together can cause damage to the cerebellum and nose.
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.
One hand held down the closet door.
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.
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.
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 expensive mahogany stairs suddenly made a harsh sound. Piccolo 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.
It only took half a second to arrive, and Piccolo lost his decision.
Anyway, I did less of that kind of thing 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.
"Ugly eldest sister, is he still wearing a hair condom?"
"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."
Opening the large bag of lockpicks, Picol took out two pieces of 'thin wire'.
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.
Then,
"Weird...monster!"
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.
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.
A fanged monster covered in green rotten dead skin and exuding the stench of decay looked at Picol with a smile, its bright yellow eyes full of ferociousness like the soul lamp user in a cemetery.
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.
He walked lazily across the overgrown lawn that was being taken care of. The legs of his canvas trousers were scratched by strange thorns he had never seen before. Picol hunched over and reached the small door and took out his hand.
There is always a big bag of lock picks left behind.
Without a plan, the hand speed he had practiced over the years allowed Tang Angang 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 stepped back half way.
In the closet, the door was closed amidst all kinds of fragrant manly scents.
