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.
Wearing the worn leather hood, Piccolo glanced at the street warily and walked quickly towards Lister No. 141.
Pushing his hands over the garden railing that could not be used as an obstacle, Picol made sure that no one had discovered him.
Everything is going smooth.
Quickly walking through the overgrown lawn without taking care of it, not caring that the legs of his canvas trousers were scratched by strange thorns he had never seen before, Picol hunched over and went straight to the door, and took out his never-ending
Personalized lock pick pouch.
As the mid-range product of Benjamin Locks, Benjamin Type 3 locks mainly serve doors with high outdoor anti-theft security factors.
Its complex three-hole wavy lock cylinder and counter-cross 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 this kind of lock is no better than taking off a door handle.
How difficult is it to dress a lowly prostitute.
Opening the small bag of lock picks, Picol took out two pieces of 'thin wire'.
After accurately driving into the keyhole, there was a pleasant "click" sound, but there was no expression of joy on Picol's face, but instead there was a bit more hesitation.
The door handle in front of me seems much cleaner than expected.
Bright white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by rumbles of thunder.
Rain has already fallen from the sky and spent its short and passionate life.
Without much time to hesitate, Picol put away the lock pick, opened the door, and walked sideways into the house.
The door slowly closed, isolating the dark world that began to blur in the raindrops.
Holding the dagger in his backhand, Picol quickly glanced at the somewhat empty first floor and breathed a sigh of relief.
There was nothing placed on the long dining table, and there was nothing else except two pairs of loafers in the low cabinet at the feet. It was obvious that the master and mistress of the house were not at home.
Without wasting too much time on the first floor, Picol, who knew where rich people like to put their treasures, went straight to the bedrooms on the second and third floors.
"Squeak..."
The expensive mahogany stairs suddenly made a harsh sound. Piccolo looked down and found that not only the wooden steps under his feet, but also the handrails had a sense of decay. It seemed that the mahogany under his feet had experienced hundreds of years.
The time is ordinary, but there is a little more sedimentation of time.
Without thinking too much, Picol's courage and movements became much bolder under the cover of thunder.
There are three rooms on the second floor. Skipping the room obviously prepared for unborn children, Piccolo first walked into the hostess's bedroom. Generally speaking, the items on the hostess's body were much more expensive than those on the male host's body.
He didn't have any weird hobbies. Picol stepped on some messy purple lace underwear, ignored the half-open wardrobe, and came to the dressing table with a mirror.
The drawers were opened one after another, and Piccolo seemed to have returned to the days when he was digging for treasures as a child. His heart was beating faster and faster, almost jumping out of his chest.
"Emerald necklace, cat's eye bracelet, gold ring...what the hell, there is such a big ruby in the box? Did the owner of this store rob the jewelry store? Oh my god, I really made a fortune this time, and he still ran away
What's the point? With this kind of money, you can bribe those greedy policemen and become farmers in the countryside."
The thunder fell into a brief gap.
"Squeak"
Just when Picol was worried about how to take away the pile of gems he had sorted out on the dressing table, a very familiar harsh noise came from outside the door, accompanied by the whine of the wooden steps and the rhythmic crispness of women's high heels.
'Click' sound.
Picol's flushed face turned pale suddenly, and the ruby in his hand almost fell to the ground and turned into rubies.
It only took less than half a second for Picol, who was heartbroken, to make a decision.
Hide first to make sure how many people have returned. If it's just a woman, knock the woman unconscious and then take away the gem. If there's more than one woman, look for an opportunity to kill the man first.
When the time comes, you will kill someone instead of running away. If you have time, you can play with the mistress for a while.
Anyway, I had done so many things like this on the way to escape, and my heart had long since lost the burden. No matter how weak my body was, it was still okay to kill an unsuspecting person.
With the plan in hand, Picol quickly restored the dressing table to its original state with the hand speed he had practiced over the years. Seeing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Picol, who could not hide under the bed, quickly ran into the half-open door.
Inside the closet, the door was closed amidst all the fragrant feminine scents.
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta."
The sound of high-heeled shoes was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it was already outside the door, but at this time, Picol obviously couldn't care about it.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! If a scent can make one's mind wander, then mixing a dozen different scents together is devastating to the brain and nose.
Picol, who was almost suffocated by the various women's underwear in the closet, rolled his eyes and tried hard to find a way to keep himself from suffocating. Thanks to his short body, Picol finally stooped slightly and put his nose to the closet.
The lower position.
There are just a few holes the size of fingernails open there, which is the only place in the closet that can get normal air.
His body quickly adapted to the pungent fragrance, and he finally had enough energy to observe the situation outside the closet. Picol held his breath slightly and brought his eyes to the hole, but he almost choked to death on the saliva that came up.
Outside the hole, two plump and white hairless thighs came into view. Beyond the thighs and calves, there was a layer of valuable black stockings. Under the stockings was a pair of bright red women's high heels, although it could not be seen anyway.
As for the upper body, Picol knew that with such a pair of voluptuous legs, his figure and face would not be much different.
A hot breath rose from his lower abdomen, and Piccolo felt a little dazed. After discovering that there were no other sounds coming from the house except the woman in the closet, Piccolo became bolder and unconsciously moved his free left hand towards
Move below.
In his opinion, the erotic feeling brought about by peeping at this moment was even more exciting than the coercion of directly pushing open the cabinet door.
If a woman chooses to open the closet and give the other person a big surprise, the frightening effect will be better.
It was as if God had opened the door for Piccolo to make things easier for him. As Piccolo observed, the woman snorted softly after picking up the lace underwear that fell on the ground, and then sat on the big table next to the wardrobe.
Beside the bed.
Picol only felt that this soft hum was as gentle as that of the most pure and noble aristocratic lady in the upper class, mixed with the unique charm of a young woman, and his heart softened for a moment.
Thanks to the angle of the hole in the cabinet door, Picol managed to see the part below the woman's neck through the top hole, which made him even more excited and agitated.
The legs are spread apart, the light red short skirt is looming covering the most mysterious parts, and the hot body is as unfathomable as the Elf Trench.
Nosebleeds flowed out of his nostrils unconsciously. Picol casually grabbed a piece of women's underwear, wiped it and threw it away. He continued to look outside with his eyes wide open.
The fair and delicate hands crossed the tight collarbones, and then moved towards the waist. Every move showed a charming and enchanting aura, making Picol's breathing heavier in the closet.
As if she understood something, and seemed to want to express something, the woman gently placed her hand on the belt and pulled it slowly.
Picol's heart skipped a beat, and then he understood the fact that the woman had already discovered him, and knew the beauty of it. The man simply stopped suppressing his breathing, and the movement on his hand became louder and louder.
Sure enough, under the man's heavy breathing, the red dress fell to the ground with the help of skillful hands. The restraints on the woman's body became less and less, and there was only a cabinet door separated from the man's almost burning body.
Finally, the woman became the same state as when she was born out of the mother's body, and the man also breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that his legs and feet were all weak.
"am I pretty?"
Amidst the questions mixed with a smile, the woman stood up from the bed and approached the closet.
Then,
One hand held down the closet door.
"Beautiful, my baby, although I can't see your face, I understand that you are definitely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can't wait."
Picol tried to push the closet door open, but found that he couldn't push it open at all. It was as if there was an unshakable mountain outside the closet door, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
"Baby, please get out of the way."
"Don't worry, I haven't finished taking off my clothes yet."
The woman smiled, held down the closet door with one hand, and reached toward her chest with the other hand.
Seeing that there was still beauty to see, Picol became a little more patient, but he still had doubts in his mind, so he spoke in a half-joking tone.
"Beautiful lady, are you still wearing a hair condom?"
Without responding to Picol's question, the woman just pressed her index finger on the midline of her chest, and a drop of blood seeped out. As if to let Picol see it more clearly, the woman lowered her body.
Under the blood beads, there were several cracks on the fair skin. 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 neatly drawn.
Split apart, like a broken zipper, or like a snake's shed skin.
"am I pretty?"
The shrill voice of a night owl is no longer charming and soft.
The cabinet door was completely opened by ten centimeter-long black nails.
With his mouth wide open and his whole body feeling cold, Picol forgot to scream and watched in horror as his nails peeled off the beautiful human skin and the sharp dagger fell to the ground.
"Weird...monster!"
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 soul lamp in a cemetery full of ferocity.
"am I pretty?"
In the dim room, the hanging crystal lamp emits soft light.
The cold tap water from the faucet was slapped on the face with the palm of his hand. Su Yang stared blankly at the pale and thin 16-year-old boy in the mirror, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.
He hasn't fully adapted to his new face yet.
Rumo's short hair is messy and scattered in front of his forehead. The face in front of him seems to be a blend of the best parts of the East and the West. It has the three-dimensional sense of a Westerner like a ghostly axe, and the perfect facial features of an Oriental handsome man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
, the overall look is extremely stunning, but the thin cheeks make the owner of the face look a little weak.
In fact, Su Yang's body is indeed very weak now, as if he had just been seriously ill.
Continuing to sort out the strange memory called 'Kane' in his mind, Su Yang still couldn't accept the fact that he had traveled through time, or that he in the previous world had died. It was like looking at himself in the mirror,
There is always an absurd sense of being unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.
No matter what, a professional psychiatrist with a small fortune should not be stabbed to death thirteen times by a female patient who "crazyly admires" him. He doesn't have gold coins, so he shouldn't bear such pain.
Looking back now, perhaps I should not have refused the female patient's special request at that time. It was obvious that in some kind of crazy hallucination, the female patient had been lost in a false world and could not extricate herself.
In general, I still underestimate the desire born of obsession. Not only should I not argue with the female patient, but I should also satisfy the female patient and tell her that the "Necronomicon" is real and was written by an Arab madman.
It was made up by Abdullah Alhassad, rather than a fictional storybook created by an American horror story writer named Lovecraft that has been expanded upon by many people.
Recalling the "Necronomicon" that was dyed red on his chest, Su Yang came back to his senses from the memories, and the female patient's crazy smile faded away.
It has passed after all, just like a dream that can never be seen again.
Su Yang sighed deeply, and the glass in front of Su Yang gradually blurred.
