Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Yan Ran: [You said it was so easy. If you have the ability, go ahead. 】

The system pretends to be dead in an instant, and no one can escape.

Yan Ran said he looked down upon it.

Yan Ran waited with bated breath for a while. It became quiet outside the door. He glanced at the peephole secretly. Except for the flickering lights, the black shadow had disappeared.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Yan Ran guessed that the other party had already left.

The nerves had been tense for so long, and as soon as he relaxed, he felt sleepy. Yan Ran yawned, washed briefly, and fell asleep as soon as he got on the bed.

The dark room was eerily silent, like a bottomless black hole.

The raindrops beat fiercely against the window, banging and never stopping.

It's like a horror movie.

Yan Ran woke up with a fit of suffocation. The air was getting denser and denser, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression that she could not escape from.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, in the silent darkness, the man's face was completely covered, only his cold eyes were exposed, hidden in the shadows, silently and gloomily condescending, looking eerie and terrifying , his gaze was like a poisonous snake, showing a creepy and terrifying look, with a sudden and sharp meaning that made people shudder.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to call for help, but no sound came out of her throat, only difficult syllables.

"what……"

The man's fingers slowly tightened, as if he was admiring the prey's death struggle.

Tears streaked across the pale face, dripped on the man's hands, and burst into tears one after another.

Yan Ran grasped the plier-like palm hard, but still couldn't get a chance to breathe.

Later, the man seemed to be impatient. When he exerted force, his bones made a cracking sound, and Yan Ran's vision went dark for an instant.

The lighter made a crisp sound, the blue-white smoke blurred his eyes, and the tongue of flame licked the cigarette butt, emitting a scarlet light.

After finishing a cigarette, the man lit the lighter and burned a photo.

The people in the photos turned into ashes inch by inch.

A fire covered up all the sins.
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[The chance of rebirth has been restarted! 】

The person lying on the sofa opened his eyes instantly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he gasped for air. He had not yet recovered from the suffocating feeling just now.

Yan Ran clutched her neck, tears streaming down her eye frames uncontrollably, one drop after another, and soon her eyelashes were wet.

【system! 】

The system was too guilty to speak out.

Yan Ran was furious: [Why don't you shield me from the pain?You are avenging a private vendetta! 】

The system's arrogance suddenly dropped: [Oops, I made a mistake, I promise not to do it this time, I will let you die comfortably. 】

Yan Ran: [Go away, you crow’s mouth! 】

The system felt aggrieved and did not speak.

A woman is really as fierce as a tigress, it's scary.

Yan Ran began to think of countermeasures.

It seems that hiding is of no use at all. A person who wants to kill you, even if he hides to the ends of the earth, it will be of no use.

What's more, he is the protagonist. The protagonist has the aura of the protagonist and can kill Yan Ran in minutes.

I can only think of another way.

Just as Yan Ran was racking his brains, the doorbell rang.

Almost out of reflex, Yan Ran's whole body trembled.

Staring at the closed door, Yan Ran's whole body tensed up.Yan Ran finally realized an extremely terrifying fact.

That is, if you keep hiding in it, you will never escape death. This is simply a dead end cycle.

unless--

Staring at the door, Yan Ran subconsciously touched the hearing aid.

On the third ring of the doorbell.

The door opened.

This scene is like Pandora's box being opened. When the door is opened, that slender and beautiful figure is also revealed. In the eyes of men, I am afraid that it is no different from a prey that has thrown itself into a trap.

A few rays of warm yellow light poured out from inside, and it fell on her hair, like a layer of golden light.

She was very thin, and her long, loose sleeves were empty.

There is a bit of ill-concealed morbidity on the pale face, like the heavy pear blossoms outside the window that are overwhelmed by the wind and rain, beautiful and fragile, white and weak.

Looking at this dangerously tall strange man in front of me, I felt no fear.

Those eyes were as clean and soft as glass, as pure and clear as a child's.

None of the dirt in the world can enter her eyes.

The man's overly cold eyes looked at the fragile and vulnerable person in front of him, as if he didn't need to do anything at all, as a slightly stronger wind could blow her away.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't speak that Yan Ran always had a slight smile on his lips and eyebrows.

She never knew how sinful she looked like.

The man was so tall that his head almost hit the door. His shoulders were very broad, and his strong muscles could not be hidden under the thin cloth.

Anyway, it seemed like he needed someone easy to mess with, not to mention that in such an environment, he covered his face tightly, making him look more like a perverted murderer.

He is a normal person, either trembling with fear and closing the door, or panicking and calling the police. Anyway, he is definitely not like he is now, looking up at him with a smile.

Yan Ran signed in front of the man. The man was indifferent, probably because he didn't understand.

Then Yan Ran made the next move.

She opened the door wider, took a few steps into the house, and then turned back, as if inviting the man in.

To lure wolves into the house.

The fragile "youngster" didn't seem to notice any danger. She was still naive and let the man who looked "down and out" come in.

Jian Heng tilted his head slowly, like a wild beast preparing to bite its prey, with blood faintly showing, and he had already spread his gleaming fangs.

Yan Ran was more naive and stupid than he thought.

He followed in.

The old door at the back slammed shut, blocking the only way out.

Jian Heng stood silently behind Yan Ran, where she could not see, cold blood flashed in her pupils, and her harsh gaze unbridledly licked from Yan Ran's white earlobes to the pale and slender back of her neck.

The white porcelain is jade-colored and flawless.

Even if it is broken, it will definitely have a unique flavor.

The silent lick, as if measuring, fell on Yan Ran's left ear, which held the hearing aid, and there was a momentary pause.

Yan Ran was not a fool. Of course he could feel the burning gaze. To describe it accurately, it was like a cruel butcher looking at a fat pig that was about to be slaughtered. His eyes were not looking at people.

In his eyes, Yan Ran was no different from a dead person.

It's a bit repetitive, I'll refresh it later.