2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

About fifteen minutes ago.

"It took a lot of effort for me to cheer up... and decided to live a good life..."

Xia Houhao played with the sharp knife in his hand and looked at the girl curled up in a small ball on the sofa with interest.

In 2052, in this era of abundant material resources and the per capita height is upwards of 1.8 meters, he can be said to be very short with a stature of just over 1.7 meters. Coupled with being born with albinism, he always attracts ridicule or sympathy in daily life.

For Xia Houhao, who has a strong self-esteem, the latter taste drives him even more crazy than the former.

However, things have changed since he became a killer.

He enjoys being in the same room with his target when things are completely under control. Watch them cry and beg for mercy, or collapse and curse.

Whether the other party is a doctor, a lawyer, a company executive, or an Internet celebrity.

No matter what profession or social status the other party has, in this short period of time, he is the god who can control their life and death.

No... to these poor insects, they may be greater than gods.

This feeling of supreme power made him intoxicated, just like an addictive drug. Since the first time he "smoked" it, he could no longer extricate himself.

The current scene is very good.

This kind of young princess from a wealthy family, a young and energetic female student, if I met her on the street, I would probably only get a blank stare, or avoid her without showing any trace.

But now, I am a god in her world.

She had accidentally exposed her whereabouts before, but it was a blessing in disguise. The policewoman who had been around her all day was also lured away.

No one knew I was targeting her, and no one would come to save her. At least within two to three hours, he could slowly taste the process of killing her.

Just when Xia Houhao was thinking about how to speak, the girl on the sofa suddenly made a voice: "Can you fulfill my last wish?"

He tilted his head, with a sickly smile on his pale face: "Do you think you are qualified to mention these?"

Zhang Zitong bit his lower lip and seemed to say something, but his voice was too soft.

"Louder." Xia Houhao took a few steps closer.

"I...I..." Zhang Zitong closed his eyes and seemed to be brave enough to say, "I'm still a virgin."

"so what?"

"Before I die, I want to experience...that feeling, okay?" Zhang Zitong lifted the hair from his forehead, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

Although he has been decadent these days, his foundation is good after all. Even if his complexion is not good, his clear eyes are enough to make most men's hearts flutter.

Xia Houhao grinned and held a sharp knife in his hand: "You want to delay time."

Zhang Zitong's already bloodless face became even paler.

"But do you think delaying time will be useful?" Xia Houhao grinned and said slowly:

"No one will realize your current situation. The policewoman and her colleagues are probably out hunting 'me' right now, but they are just pretending to be others."

"But even if they find out that those people are pretending to be fake, what will happen? It's impossible for the police to figure out my killing pattern. They will only increase the intensity of patrols in these neighborhoods. No one would have thought that I could be unaware of You entered a high-end community with complete security facilities without even noticing."

Seeing the expression on the girl's face becoming more and more desperate, Xia Houhao also smiled happily, like a greedy devil seeing the treasure: "But, a warm-hearted person like me will naturally not refuse your proposal."

As he spoke, he held a knife in one hand and began to untie his belt with the other hand.

There’s plenty of time, so it’s no big deal to enjoy yourself.

Zhang Zitong closed his eyes tightly, turned his head to the side, and said quickly: "I want to take a shower first."

"I told you, delaying time is useless."

"This...I've been wearing this sweatshirt for three days." Zhang Zitong grabbed his collar and flapped it twice.

Another way of saying this is "I haven't showered in three days."

Xia Houhao frowned slightly, leaned over, and smelled the top of her head. Sure enough, he couldn't smell the fragrance of an ordinary girl, but only a faint smell of mold.

Zhang Zitong kept his eyes tightly closed the whole time, his long eyelashes trembling with fear.

She was extremely lucky now that she didn't take a shower as soon as she got home.

"You only have ten minutes." Xia Houhao straightened up expressionlessly and put the mobile phone on the coffee table into his pocket: "I'm in the living room. If I hear anything wrong, I will go in and kill you immediately. ."

"Believe me, even if the police are at the door, I still have the ability to kill you easily and escape unscathed."

Zhang Zitong nodded vigorously, held on to the armrest of the sofa, stood up tremblingly, and walked to the bathroom.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, she immediately turned around and locked the door, and then tried her best to hold the door against the door.

However, the voice coming from outside was like the whisper of a devil: "I can appear in your home without triggering any alarms. Are you sure this door can block me?"

Zhang Zitong seemed to have had all his strength drained from his body, and he let go of the doorknob as if resigned to his fate.

"You only have ten minutes." The demon's emotionless voice continued to come from outside.

When I die, I must at least leave cleanly. After all, there will be forensic doctors who want to dissect me later. I can’t let people think that I am a girl who doesn’t like to be clean.

Zhang Zitong looked at the mirror and showed a sad smile.

The light brown hoodie fell to the bathroom floor.

...

"When I was in the bathroom, I didn't give up completely. But the bathroom window faced the bay, there were no buildings on the opposite side, and this was the 86th floor. It was impossible for anyone below to see me calling for help."

Zhang Zitong was nestled on the sofa, holding a glass of warm milk in his hand and narrating his experience in a low voice.

"Just when I was about to give up, I was planning...then I heard Sister Xixue's voice coming from outside, so I ran out quickly."

Yan Muyun just listened quietly without speaking. He knew the meaning of the pause in the girl's words.

The bathtub in the bathroom is filled with water, there is a hair dryer next to it, and the plug at the other end is already connected.

If the two of them had been a step slower, it would be difficult to imagine Zhang Zitong's final outcome.

"Anyway, I hope you're fine in the end." Zhang Xixue felt very distressed and gently put the girl's head in her arms to comfort her.

"Actually, you have to thank Uncle Yan...brother for this incident."

"Huh?" Zhang Zitong was a little confused.

"The killer seemed to have recognized the wrong person before and made contact with him. If he hadn't keenly caught the loopholes in the other person's words, no one might have realized that the killer's real target was you, and we wouldn't have been able to get here in time. "

Zhang Zitong turned his face slightly, looked over with a pair of clear eyes, and whispered: "Thank you."

Yan Muyun touched his nose and smiled shyly: "It's nothing. As long as you're fine."

Zhang Xixue gently pushed the girl in his arms away, helped her to do her job, and then said with a serious expression: "My colleagues have cordoned off this community, and the murderer probably has not gone far. I need to go out to check now. After all, if the other party leaves in such a hurry, he will definitely leave some traces. During this period of time, just stay with this brother Yan, okay? "

"Do you have to leave?" Zhang Zitong tugged on her sleeve, feeling very reluctant to leave.

"This killer is very cunning. If he misses any clues, I'm afraid he will escape again this time."

Zhang Xixue shook her head gently and said: "Don't worry, this brother Yan has an A-level defensive ability. With him by his side, he is much safer than by my side. And I won't go too far, at most In the corridor of this floor.”

In such a hurry, the killer would not have been able to take the elevator.

"Okay." Zhang Zitong also understood the importance and nodded obediently.

"The sharp knife on the table is evidence. Please don't touch it. The police will probably come and take it away soon. Their fingerprints and DNA will be extracted later."

After Zhang Xixue warned the two of them, she opened the door and walked out.

After she left, only the two people who met for the first time were left in the living room, and the atmosphere became a little stiff for a while.

Zhang Zitong turned his head and looked around the living room, as if he was looking at someone else's house.

Yan Muyun sat upright on the sofa, thinking about what topics to talk about in order to slightly alleviate this awkward atmosphere.

But at this moment, Zhang Zitong suddenly spoke, with a soft voice: "Brother Yan, can you sit over here?"

She and Zhang Xixue were sitting on the long sofa before, while Mu Yun was sitting on the single sofa next to her.

Considering that the girl might be insecure, Yan Muyun hesitated and sat over.

However, what he never expected was that as soon as he sat down, Zhang Zitong jumped into his arms like a baby swallow in the forest and hugged his neck tightly.

The girl's soft lips were right next to her ear, exhaling a slightly sweet and numbing breath.