Nightmare Attack

"After he left me, I fell in love with photography. A pale hand rested on Jiao Tailang's shoulder. The woman's voice was still charming, but the slight drunkenness was gone, replaced by a cold a feeling of.

"They are all collected by me. Each of them promised me that they will be good to me for the rest of their lives." The woman's fingertips wandered around Jiao Tailang's neck, "In order to prevent them from breaking their promise, I had to put them Stay here with me forever.”

What frightened Jiao Tailang more than these words was the woman's current actions.

Just now he helped the woman lie down on the bed, but now, the woman's body did not move, but her hand was directly stretched out.

Her arms must be at least 3 meters long.

In order not to irritate himself, Jiao Tailang withstood the pressure and did not dare to look back.

But the next second, Weng Qing's voice had reached her ears, and her careless breath stimulated Jiao Tailang's earlobes.

But now Jiao Tailang really has no other thoughts at all. He just stood there blankly and behaved very well.

"His name is Wang Yuxue, and he is a university teacher." Weng Qing pointed to a man in a photo. The man was in a suit and leather shoes and wore rimless glasses.

"He is also a tenant of this building and lives next door to me. He seems to be a very upright gentleman, right?"

Staring at the photo, Weng Qing bit her finger and smiled foolishly, "But he has already married. His wife is alone with two children in another place, and she has to support his parents, but what about him? He actually borrowed The reason for making up classes is to take the girls home and then take the opportunity to attack them.

"Later, he found me again." Weng Qing showed a satisfied smile, looking at the photo as if he had recalled something, "His eyes are very beautiful. In order to prevent him from seducing other women, I left his eyes.”

Jiao Tailang couldn't help but shudder.

"And him." Weng Qing looked away and looked at a photo under the wall clock. This photo was in a very conspicuous position and seemed to have special meaning.

He was a big boy who looked very sunny. He was wearing a jersey and shorts, and his figure looked very strong.

"His name is Yan Ruyu, and he is a student at the Institute of Physical Education." Weng Qing's voice was like a knife, disassembling the man in the photo bit by bit and telling Jiao Tailang.

"He looks very honest and honest, right?" Weng Qing breathed out, and his eyes turned cold instantly, "But he is an out-and-out scumbag. He lives above me. You can always hear him beating his daughter. My friend’s voice came to harass me after his girlfriend got pregnant.”

"So I kept him too." Weng Qing leaned close to Jiao Tailang's ear and whispered: "He boasted that he was strong in that area, so I stayed, but it turned out that he didn't tell the truth. Weng Qing pointed Put it on your lips and smile happily.

Weng Qing was barefoot and stood on tiptoe, introducing the men in these photos to Jiao Tailang one after another, as well as the dirty stories behind them.

She acted very happy, as happy as a child introducing a favorite toy to a new friend.

Finally it got to him.

There was a blank photo frame hanging in the corner. After Weng Qing took it off, he held the photo frame to his heart. It was obvious that this photo frame was reserved for Jiao Tailang.

"You are also a person who is accustomed to using sweet words to deceive women, right?" She squinted her red eyes, stared at Jiao Tailang and said: "I like you very much, so I will keep your tongue and let you tell me love words. "

The bedroom door was closed, and the banana was lifeless.

Even if the bedroom door could be opened, it would not help. The two originally docile golden retrievers were guarding the door, baring their teeth and having blood-red eyes.

Standing on tiptoes, Weng Qing lay on Jiao Tailang's back, her hands wrapped around the latter's shoulders, and her cold fingers gradually touched his face.

Pressing close to him, feeling the beating heart in Jiao Tailang's chest, Weng Qing's pale cheeks showed a trace of rosy color and desire.

She raised the corners of her mouth, scarlet lips, soft body, and a sense of morbid beauty permeated her body without any violation.

The sharp nails wandered around the Adam's apple of the man in front of her. Soon, this would become a collection that she was satisfied with.

But just before the nails were about to cut his throat, Weng Qing stopped.

The man in front of her did not cry bitterly like other men who came here, or swear that he would be good to her for the rest of his life, but in the end he just wanted to survive.

The man in front of her was unusually calm, and even his breathing was different from the first, as if he was a different person.

Through the reflection of the glass picture frame, she saw that the man was looking at the pictures hanging on the wall. He seemed to have forgotten that he was about to die here.

Like those others, hung on the wall, forever, as part of her collection.

"Sister." Jiao Tailang suddenly said: "Have you really loved or hated them? Or do you just regard them as a substitute for that person?"

Jiao Tailang didn't look back, he just stood there. He knew what happened to Weng Qing. "While punishing these people, what you actually want to do is let them atone for the sins of the person in your heart."

Before he finished speaking, the murderous intent around him suddenly became intense, and the only night light was shaking like a candle in the wind.

Several very shallow and fine blood marks tore open his skin.

A few drops of bright red blood slid down his cheeks, dyeing plum blossoms on his snow-white clothes.

The man was unmoved.

"Shut up." He grabbed Jiao Tailang's shoulder. His sharp nails had already pierced the flesh. Weng Qing bit his lips and said in a low voice, "You are just like him! You are all just like him! Men like you deserve to die!"

"But that man deserves to die more, doesn't he?" Jiao Tailang interrupted Weng Qing and said righteously: "He delayed you, sister, and hurt the originally gentle, kind, lovely, simple, beautiful, generous and considerate sister! He also ruined your life. Sister’s life!”

"I won't let him go." Jiao Tailang gritted his teeth, and countless anger shot out from his originally gentle eyes.

Weng Qing's blood-red eyes trembled. The man with his back to her seemed to be a different person. His young and delicate face was full of perseverance, his heartbeat was like a drum, and his hatred for the person who hurt her was even more intense. It can almost be condensed into substance.

But it was obvious that he was the one who wanted to kill him.

Why?

why would he

The hand on the man's shoulder was suddenly wrapped in warmth. Jiao Tailang grabbed her hand and slowly turned around. Weng Qing subconsciously wanted to withdraw, but he held her tighter.

In the dark environment, she saw that Jiao Tailang's eyes were full of tears, "Sister, don't torture yourself anymore." Jiao Tailang's lips were trembling, "I know that the person who hurt you has not received the punishment he deserves. punishment.”

"Let's find him together. Even if we risk our lives, I will let him atone for his actions and atone for his sister!"