Chapter 375 The God of Death is here
The top floor of the 24th floor, the strong wind is wrapped in heavy rain, and the raindrops hit the glass and made a dense "crackling" sound.
A burly man with stubborn muscles hung upside down, his muscled legs hooked on the rooftop like steel pliers. His skin appeared unnatural blue-gray, and his surface was covered with earthworm-like squirming blood vessels.
The big hand like a palm fan slowly stretched out, and the thick knuckles were covered with a hard shell like cuticle.
The next moment, my index finger gently tapped my index finger at the top of the floor-to-ceiling window. The moment my nails contacted the glass, it made a nearly inaudible "ding".
A circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the brown glass, and the fine cracks spread quietly with the contacts as the center.
The cracks spread like spider webs, but they made no sound strangely.
At the same time, his pupils suddenly turned into a cat-like vertical line, and a glimmer of light flashed in his pupils.
The sound in the mouth is subtle and low, like a breeze passing through the treetops, which is difficult for human flesh to detect, but for animals, it is an extremely sensitive frequency.
Inside the room, a girl with small braids with sheep horns was curled up on the sofa, holding her cell phone to watch "Animal World" intently.
Commentary sounded on the screen of the mobile phone: "Spring is here, everything is reviving, and a mutated crocodile is slowly revealing its head from the sewer..." Next to the girl, an orange The cat was curled up on the sofa and napping.
Suddenly, its ears suddenly stood up, its beard shook violently, and its amber pupils shrank into a thin line.
As if feeling some invisible threat, the orange cat bounced up suddenly, and its back hair exploded, and it fled wildly in the room.
"Meow—!"
Amid the shrill cat's meow, the orange cat kicked the ground with its hind legs, and its body bowed into an arc. Its claws caught several shallow marks on the tiles, leveraging its power. Jump to the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Crash!"
The glass shattered and the spider-web-like cracks collapsed instantly.
A irregular piece of glass spiraled and fell, with a cold and cold light on the edge under the light.
The orange cat kicked his legs and then pulled back, rolled up on the ground with the force, trembling in fear, and the whistling wind and rain poured in from the hole in the window.
The little girl opened her mouth with a dull expression, as if she was stunned by all this. However, the next second, a loud and excited cry in her little mouth:
"Mom , Mom, come and see, the orange smashed the window, the orange mutated——”
She ran into the kitchen with her short legs and danced.
The kitchen door was opened, and the silhouette of the middle-aged beautiful woman looked particularly thin in the dim emergency light halo.
"Roar—Roar—"
The broken windows poured into the damp wind, and the curtains danced wildly in the darkness.
The beautiful woman's eyes passed through the messy living room and frozen on the orange cat curled up on the sofa and kept licking her hair.
The little girl hugged her mother's legs tightly, and the commentary was still playing on her phone:
"Mutation is the curse of life, but it is also the gift of the gods..." >
"Meow——"
The orange cat returned to its soft and cute appearance, with clear and stupid eyes.
The beast suddenly curled up, and its muscles made a sound of steel bars twisting during the rolling.
Its fingertips aimed at the largest piece of glass. With a gentle finger, the force was so beautiful that it would not damage the glass, but also impart a terrifying acceleration to the glass and slightly adjust it. The fall angle.
Zhao Xing's head was hanging outside the window, and the heavy rain whipped his cheek like a whip.
His gaze was blurred by the rain, but he could still see the outline of the cold chain car downstairs - the carriage was wide open, and the frozen fish neatly placed inside were shining with strange blue light in the rain. "What's going to come?"
His brain was running wildly, but he couldn't figure it out. The fear of unknowns was even more terrifying than death. He wanted to turn his head and look up, but the tongue between his neck strangled his neck, not even a trace of room for rotation.
The suffocation made his eyes dark and his eardrums buzzed.
At this moment, he heard a harsh and crisp sound coming from above his head, like the sound of glass shattering. "No, no." Zhao Xing struggled wildly, his eyes wide open and bulged, and he felt bleeding.
Suddenly, he felt his neck loose and the suffocating bond disappeared.
He turned his head suddenly—
A piece of irregular glass fragments spiraled and fell, with a cold and cold light on the edge in the rainstorm.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Zhao Xing clearly saw his frightened face reflected on the glass. "So it's the god of death here!!"
The glass accurately cut across his neck like a guillotine.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
The moment the blood splattered, he saw his face covered in scarlet red on the bloody glass, but the corners of his mouth were raised strangely - it was a smile that suddenly woke up before his death.
His head fell in the wind and rain, his eyes were spinning.
In his final consciousness, he saw his headless body still hanging on the windowsill, and blood pouring down like a waterfall.
Downstairs, the hydraulic rod of the cold chain car is slowly rising.
"Bang!"
The head fell heavily into the carriage, bursting like a ripe watermelon.
The brain matter mixed with blood smudged in the frozen fish, forming a weird abstract painting.
And the deadly piece of glass happened to be inserted into the fish belly next to it, adding a fishy smell to a truckload of fishy smell.
The heavy rain still washed away all traces.
Only the cold chain car drove away slowly, and there was unexpectedly a fresh "sashimi" in the carriage, and its mirror...
There was no trace of a person in the room on the 11th floor. There was only the headless corpse hanging by the window, looking silently, looking up at his head, looking forward to his head gradually moving away.
On rainy days, traffic jams, the winding dragons do not care whether the red light flashes in your car.
One hour and 17 minutes later, the detectives in the police station arrived at the "battlefield".
The murder scene on the 11th floor is soaked in the afterglow of the heavy rain.
The open floor-to-ceiling windows are like giant mouths with wild beasts intertwined fangs. The night wind wrapped in raindrops through the holes, teasing ghostly dancing on the curtains.
The headless corpse still maintained its forward inertia. The hem of the clothes was clotted by solidified plasma to the edge of the windowsill. The broken cervical bones shone with a mother-of-pearl luster, like a carefully polished cutter for the murderous weapon.
The scattered documents bloomed into dark red paper flowers in pools of blood. Several pages were swept out of the window by the wind, and were dancing waltz in the rain, unwilling to fall down for a long time.
One of the clothes rails that happened to rise on the top of the jagged window. After the ink trace was soaked in rain, the words "Prisoner's Medical Obligation Approval Form" fainted from the white shirt. "Typical accident."
The detective used his hand holding a cigarette to push the curtain open, and the ash of tobacco fell on the shoulders of the corpse.
"The document was blown away by the wind, and when he leaned over, he encountered a falling object from a high altitude."
Bai Ye squatted beside the water, and tweezers picked up a piece of reflective glass slag, nodding absent-mindedly:
"It's true. The only mystery is, where did the dead's head run?"
(The end of this chapter)