Terror broadcast

crimson lips, blurry night;

Tonight,

belongs to indulgence;

In the center of the ballroom, men and women shook their bodies to the fullest, dancing to the beat of the music. Their snow-white thighs, sweaty chest muscles, female charm, and male hormones intertwined into a crazy and intoxicating whirlpool.

In the corner of the dance floor, a man wearing Nike sportswear sat there, with cigarettes and wine in front of him. The heat waves and dust sounds around him seemed to have no effect on him. He just subconsciously turned his face , hidden in the dark blind spot of light.

There were hot dancers who approached him and asked him to dance, but they were automatically rejected by his cold attitude. His whole person was really out of place here;

A woman in white-collar work clothes covered her mouth and rushed off the dance floor to the restroom;

At this time, the man picked up the cigarette on the table and put it into his pocket. He stood up and walked to the toilet. Like a hunter waiting for his prey, he now began to follow the traces of his prey.

After the woman rushed into the toilet, she started vomiting directly at the sink. A sour smell immediately filled the toilet. The woman turned on the faucet and flushed the dirt in the sink while grabbing a handful of water and slapping it on herself. face.

The cold water hit her face, which made her sober for a moment from her ignited emotions on the dance floor. However, when she opened her eyes again, she was startled by the figure behind her in the mirror.

"you…………"

The woman wanted to speak, but she couldn't. The other person's two fingers had already locked her neck, and she couldn't make a sound at all. The other person's movements were so familiar that they seemed to be doing something they often do. Things don't need to be deliberate, they just happen naturally.

At the same time, the other person's other hand was raised, holding a knife.

"Although I don't like to talk nonsense, this is the rule of the club. I have to say: Your sins have escaped secular sanctions, but they cannot escape our judgment."

"puff……"

Without much prelude, the knife edge quickly penetrated the woman's chest and turned clockwise;

The man's palm pressed against the wound to prevent blood from splattering.

After the woman's body trembled twice, she fell to the ground as the man let go.

The man began to rinse his knife and hands with the water in the sink. Then, he straightened his clothes in front of the mirror.

He did all this very carefully and methodically;

A young but pale face appeared in the mirror, handsome and with a touch of strange excitement. This should be the reason why he just killed someone. Killing people always brings this kind of pleasure to himself.

He was also obsessed with this feeling of killing, and even seemed to be addicted to drugs, unable to extricate himself.

The female corpse on the ground still had her eyes open, and she was still dead;

The man took out a small bag from his pocket, which was full of Hai, Luo, Yin;

He doesn't take this, because the pleasure the drug gives him is far inferior to the intense stimulation brought by killing.

"Snapped……"

The small bag was torn open, and Hai, Luo, and Yin were scattered around the female body.

Later, the man threw the small bag next to the female body.

This nightclub is not clean at all. The man believes that after discovering a female body strewn with drugs, the owner of this restaurant would never think of protecting the scene before calling 110.

Finally, he looked deeply at the female corpse, took a deep breath, and experienced the final aftereffects of the murder. The man's face finally returned to normal. He looked in the mirror and smiled, confirming that his smile had begun to change. After being natural and not so artificial, he opened the door of the women's bathroom, moved the sign that was being cleaned, and walked out.

From beginning to end, he was sure that he had avoided all the camera corners and that he had not been noticed by the people around him. Of course, when he killed, he must have left a lot of traces, but he believed that the nightclub owner who was worried about being responsible would Help yourself to deal with the aftermath, and at worst, dispose of the body, so that you can rest assured.

After walking out of the nightclub, the cold wind outside hit him, and the man shivered, as if he had just returned to the earth from heaven. Yes, that nightclub, that toilet, and the female corpse were heaven to him, because he I experienced the warm and comfortable feeling that can only be experienced in heaven.

"Life is beautiful."

The man was talking to himself, his voice a little hoarse.

Taking out his mobile phone, the man opened the taxi app and called a taxi.

Soon, a driver took the order, and the other party called quickly.

"Hey, is this Mr. Su Bai? Is your location correct? It's on the roadside behind the side entrance of Ranqing Nightclub, right?"

Su Bai frowned slightly. This taxi-hailing software would automatically display all his registered names to the driver, which made him a little disgusted. Now, after releasing his suppressed emotions, he became very sober. It is clear that the distance between my name and this place tonight is better.

"Yes, I'm here."

Su Bai replied, while paying attention to the time, he pulled up the collar of his sportswear, and put on the hat on the back, hiding his entire face except for a pair of eyes.

"Okay, I'll be right over."

The driver hung up the phone, but Su Bai's eyes narrowed slightly.

The driver's tone seemed very urgent when he was on the phone just now. This was not the kind of shortness of breath just after exercise, but a natural emotional out-of-control reaction after experiencing a terrible thing.

After killing someone, the brain has cooled down;

Su Bai seemed very sensitive now.

Three minutes later, a black Audi car stopped;

The driver was only thirty years old. His hair was a little messy and there were crumbs on his clothes. He looked like a typical private car owner who drove late at night to make money. However, Su Bai saw through the car window that there were several crumbs under the driver's seat. The cigarette butts that had been stamped out were flickering.

A private car owner went out to do work late at night, but he didn't care about his car at all. Most people smoked in their cars and were reluctant to let the smell of smoke enter the car, but he just put out the unextinguished cigarette butts like this. He dropped it casually under the seat.

"Get in the car, young man." The driver smiled and waved to Su Bai.

Su Bai nodded. Instead of sitting directly in the back, he chose to go around the front of the car and sit in the passenger seat.

"You have arrived at the designated location, the passengers have boarded the car, and now the navigation begins."

The driver skillfully started the car and handed him a pack of cigarettes.

"Smoking, no buddy?"

Su Bai shook his head and took out his cigarette.

"I have."

"Just like mine." The driver was very enthusiastic.

"No."

"Smoke it, you're welcome, smoke it, smoke it, smoke it, smoke it, smoke it!"

The driver's tone became urgent, but he didn't seem to realize his gaffe.

Su Bai nodded and took out a cigarette from the other party's cigarette case.

The driver happily turned his attention to the front again and continued driving.

The car radio was playing a midnight hit program, singing "Sweet Honey" by Teresa Teng. However, halfway through the song, noise suddenly occurred.

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