Chapter 387 The Road to Survival
"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 The slight drunkenness disappeared, replaced by a cold feeling.
"They are all my collections. 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 letting them Breaking my promise, I have to keep them here with me forever.”
What frightens Jiao Tailang more than these words is 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 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. He 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 become a After leaving home, his wife was alone with her two children in another place, and she had to support his parents, but what about him? Then he took the opportunity to attack them."
"Later, he found me again." Weng Qing showed a satisfied smile and looked at the photo as if he was recalling something. "His eyes were very beautiful. It looks good. In order to prevent him from seducing other women, I kept 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, dismantling the man in the photo bit by bit and telling it to Jiao Tailang.
“He looks very honest and honest, right?” Weng Qing breathed out, his eyes instantly turned cold, “But he is an out-and-out scumbag, he lives above me, and he can I heard the sound of him beating his girlfriend. After his girlfriend got pregnant, he even came to have sex with her. "Trouble me."
"So I kept him too," Weng Qing leaned into Jiao Tailang's ear and whispered, "He boasted that he was strong in that area, so I stayed. But I found that he didn't tell the truth." Weng Qing put her fingers on her lips and smiled 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.
A blank photo frame hung 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 your love words.”
The bedroom door is closed, and the banana is 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.
Close to him, feeling the beating heart in Jiao Tailang's chest, a trace of rosiness and desire appeared on Weng Qing's pale cheeks.
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 piece of her 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 people, hung on the wall, forever, as 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 did not look back. He was standing there, he knew what happened to Weng Qing story, "While punishing these people, what you actually want to do is let them atone for the sins of the person in your heart."
Before the words fell, the murderous intent around them suddenly became intense, and the only night light The lamp is also shaking like a candle in the wind.
A few 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 the snow-white skirt.
The man was unmoved.
"Shut up." Grasping Jiao Tailang's shoulders, the sharp nails had already pierced the flesh. Weng Qing bit her lip and said in a low voice, "You are just like him! You are all just like him!, you guys Men like this deserve to die!”
“But that man deserves to die even more, doesn’t he?” After breaking up with each other, he said righteously: "He delayed you, sister, and hurt the sister who was originally gentle, kind, lovely, simple, beautiful, generous and considerate! He also ruined my sister's life!"
"I don't I will 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, and his heartbeat was like a drum, expressing his gratitude to the person who hurt her. The hatred can almost condense 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 His grip tightened.
In the dark environment, she saw Jiao Tailang's eyes filled with tears, "Sister, don't torture yourself anymore." Jiao Tailang's lips were trembling, "I know the person who hurt you, He has not received the punishment he deserves.”
"Let's find him together. Even if we risk our lives, I will let him atone for what he has done and atone for his sister!" Hehe, let's eat first
(End of this chapter)