Forensic without kites

Chapter 133 Blood on the Nib (36)

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head.

Under the cover of the night, the face of the country and the city is expressionless, still as blank as ever.It's just that, between those extremely handsome eyebrows and eyes, there is a shadow of prey beating faintly.

His calm eyes glanced at the bedroom inside.

The soft breathing sound unique to women undulates in the darkness.After a long time, he lowered his eyes, turned around slowly, and walked towards the entrance.

The door closed, and the night swirled in the cold time and space like a tide.

At three o'clock in the morning, Feng Xiaohua got off the night shift.

Her husband, Liu Jin, is the general manager of Daniu Supermarket.The two have been married for 20 years, sweating and bleeding in the city of BJ.Feng Xiaohua's frugality and shrewdness made the family gradually rich.Later, Liu Jin became the general manager of the supermarket with a monthly income of over [-].

Originally, this was too good to be true, but seeing Liu Jin pay the down payment for a flat in the second ring area of ​​BJ, life finally has hope.

However, the two hearts that came together because of their mutual admiration have long since been sliced ​​away by the thick and heavy years, leaving only a bony torso.

Liu Jin has a new affair and is away from home all year round.The money sent back was getting less and less, and it was not without her resistance.It's just that every time he resisted, he was forced to retreat by the man's indifferent and mocking smile.

"Feng Xiaohua, what capital do you have to negotiate terms with me. I'm just a rooster who doesn't lay eggs..."

The cruel living environment changed her original soft and gentle personality.

Gradually, she also became one of the most hated people when she was young.

Arrogant, domineering, vitriolic, with no human touch.

She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with doing what she did like what happened tonight.When she abused that boy deeply against her conscience, that gentle world fell behind her.

The wind in the middle of the night messed up her already gray hair, and she turned around a deep alley with her old skirts wrapped around her.At the end of there is a home she rented for 2000 yuan a month.

Just before stepping into the alley, a dark shadow flashed out from the side.

The sharp blade shone fiercely, pierced into her beating heart, and was quickly pulled out by someone.

A piece of rag was plugged into the bleeding wound.

Before Feng Xiaohua had time to express her last complaint to the world, she stared, her thin body fell back, and she died.

The sharp blade was sheathed, and the black shadow picked up Feng Xiaohua and quickly fled into the thick night.

The dark alley returned to a dead silence, as if no one had ever stepped foot.

Thursday.

Wuyuan woke up from her sleep when a new sun came in from the gap in the curtain.

She was a little confused, got up from the warm blanket, and sat there blankly.A head of jet black long hair scattered on the woman's slender back, and the white suspender pajamas slipped slightly backward because of her movements, and the owner didn't feel it.

For the past few days, Wuyuan has been having the same nightmare.In the dream, there were many people with all faceless masks coming straight towards her from the dark and distant side.Their figures were like ghosts, and they walked quietly, with a gloomy aura in their swift steps.

Wuyuan woke up very quickly.

In front of her eyes was still the bedroom where she had slept for more than twenty years.

She shook her head, stretched out her hand to lift the blanket, and Bai Ci's feet stood on the carpet.

The cold air in the early morning spread towards her in all directions in an instant, she picked up the big coat on the chair and wrapped herself up.

At this time, she vaguely remembered that there was still someone living in the house.

He strode outside.

(End of this chapter)