The two people hugged each other at the gate. The husband was handsome and handsome, and the wife was cute and well-behaved, just like a loving couple.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the husband looks completely different from the male protagonist in the photo on the living room wall.

Unfortunately, there was only a blind man and a three-year-old child who was knocked unconscious, so no one could see them.

Even because the only visible man had his back to the living room, he didn't even look at the photo on the wall in the living room, nor did he notice that the male owner's gaze had moved downwards.

Ruan Qing paused after hearing the man's name.

Ah... Qing?

In the memory of the original owner, Yang Tianhao actually rarely called the original owner his wife. He only called her like a charity when coaxing the original owner. Basically, he called her Ah Qing, and only the original owner persistently called Yang Tianhao her husband.

The murderer obviously didn't know this, but why did the man in front of him know it?

A blind cat bumps into a dead mouse?

Or is it that the person in front of me has known Zhou Qing and Yang Tianhao before?

Ruan Qing felt that the man most likely knew Zhou Qing and Yang Tianhao.

Zhou Qing and Yang Tianhao moved to Xishan Community without telling anyone. They were probably not former acquaintances.

Then they can only be residents of Xishan Community.

The original owner was withdrawn and had low self-esteem. Apart from picking up his children and shopping for groceries, he had never been to other buildings in the Xishan Community and did not know anyone except Mrs. Ning.

But just because the original owner doesn't know other people, it doesn't mean that others don't know him.

When you go out, you will inevitably encounter the residents of this building.

It is very possible that the man belongs to this building, or even on the same floor.

Ruan Qing remembered the footsteps of someone who had followed him out of the elevator but stopped next door.

Is the man a neighbor of the original owner?

Ruan Qing pushed the man away as if he was angry.

Although he couldn't see it, Ruan Qing concluded that the man should be the neighbor of the original owner.

Zhou Qing would see off and greet Yang Tianhao at the door every day. It was normal for neighbors to bump into him occasionally, so he would naturally know what Yang Tianhao called the original owner.

But why did the neighbor come to pretend to be Yang Tianhao?

Is there anything special about Yang Tianhao's identity? Or is it just for him?

Regardless of whether it was for him or not, it was special enough that Yang Tianhao died first.

Maybe the core of the copy is not the Xishan Kindergarten as he had guessed before, but the home of Zhou Qing and Yang Tianhao.

Ruan Qing lowered his eyes calmly, it seemed that he could not leave here easily.

After all, the game time of the dungeon is limited. Once you leave the core of the dungeon, it will be difficult if you miss any important clues.

After the man was pushed away, he was originally ready to continue explaining, but this was the first time that the man was so close to his beautiful neighbor. The faint fragrance of orchids coming from the neighbor made the man unable to control himself.

His eyes fell on his neighbor's lips. The neighbor's lips were very light in color, but a little moist at the moment, as if he was tempting someone to kiss.

The man swallowed silently and subconsciously moved closer.

Just when the man was about to kiss her, a strange sound suddenly came from the direction of the kitchen, interrupting the man's movements.

The sound seemed like fingernails scratching something, harsh and unpleasant.

It's like the sound of a cat's nails scratching on the glass, which makes people feel irritated and disgusted.

The man's movements paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint light flashed under his eyes. Is there anyone else in the neighbor's house?

Is someone coveting his beautiful neighbor?

Oh, I don’t know whether to live or die.

Ruan Qing heard it clearly this time. He looked nervously in the direction of the kitchen, with a hint of fear on his delicate face, "Yes, is there a thief?"

The man was actually very anxious to take his beautiful neighbor out of here because he didn't know when the murderer would come back.

The murderer's strength is not weak. Once the two of them fight, no one will be able to gain favor, and it is very likely that their disguise as the male master will be exposed.

So it's best to leave before the murderer comes back.

But if someone saw him taking his neighbor away, it would definitely be very troublesome. Maybe they thought he was a human trafficker, and someone would come looking for him sooner or later.

Moreover, a man cannot tolerate other people coveting his beautiful neighbor, and even hides in the neighbor's house.

The neighbor belongs to him, and it makes him uncomfortable for others to take another look at it, let alone covet it.

As expected, the murderer went to kill that green tea bitch Chen Sihan. He shouldn't be back so soon. He still has enough time.

The man took one look at his beautiful neighbor, temporarily closed the door, and even locked it.

Then the man reached out and touched Ruan Qing's head comfortingly, looked into Ruan Qing's beautiful eyes, restrained himself and said softly, "Don't be afraid, your husband is here, just stay here and I'll go take a look."

The man thought for a while, then spoke again worriedly, and warned, "Don't open the door for anyone coming for a while. I will open it when I come over."

Ruan Qing wanted to explore the kitchen a long time ago, but he couldn't see it. After listening to the man's words, he nodded slightly to express his understanding.

Because Ruan Qing nodded, his hair was slightly spread out, and his misty eyes blinked, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly as he blinked, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.

The man looked at his neighbor who nodded obediently and felt that his heartbeat skipped a beat. The neighbor was so well-behaved that it was impossible to control him.

The neighbor didn't seem to realize that he was not her husband, and was defenseless against him. Although her beautiful eyes were empty and lifeless, they were clean and pure, reflecting his reflection, and she was unusually well-behaved.

It was as if he would obediently obey whatever he said without considering how dangerous his situation was...

Bah! He is not dangerous!

He is not the perverted murderer!

The man looked at his beautiful neighbor and controlled himself not to think nonsense, but the self-control he was proud of in the past seemed to be vulnerable at this moment. The man looked straight at the neighbor in front of him, reluctant to blink.

For reasons that cannot be seen, the neighbor is like a fragile ceramic doll, with a sense of fragility, and an inexplicable feeling of weakness and pitifulness in his lowered eyes. However, this fragile posture can arouse people's inner desire.

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I want to leave traces on his body, I want to dye him, I want to hide him so that no one can see him.

Unable to control his thoughts, a man can only force himself to look away and not think about things that only perverts would do.

He is not a pervert!

The man calmed down after silently reciting several times that he was not a pervert. He opened the suitcase next to him, then grabbed the child on the ground and threw it on the sofa to prevent the neighbor from accidentally hitting an obstacle and falling.

After the man threw the child away, he glanced at the fruit plate on the living room table. The fruits were still on it, but the fruit knife was gone.

It was obviously taken away by the murderer, which made the man even more certain that the murderer went to kill Chen Sihan.

It's dinner time now, and there will be more pedestrians coming and going on the road. It shouldn't be easy to find an opportunity to be alone, so the murderer will definitely not be back for a while.

The man relaxed slightly.

The man looked around the living room and after searching around but couldn't find any other tools he liked, he took out a small knife with a scabbard from his jacket.

The scabbard of the knife is engraved with strange patterns, which are so densely packed that it looks a little numb.

The man took off the scabbard and stuffed it back into his pocket, then put the knife to his mouth, gently licked the tip, and then walked slowly towards the kitchen.

The knife in the man's hand is about the same size as a fruit knife, but it looks much sharper than the fruit knife. When the light shines on the knife, it seems to emit a cold silver light, giving it a dangerous feeling.

This is obviously not like an ordinary knife.

Unfortunately, Ruan Qing couldn't see it and could only hear the man's footsteps slowly walking towards the kitchen.

There was darkness in front of Ruan Qing's eyes. Only a white light could be seen from a higher position. Ruan Qing knew that it was the chandelier in the living room.

Because he couldn't see, Ruan Qing could only listen. The strange noises in the kitchen had disappeared, and the child made no sound at all, as if he had disappeared.

The whole room was eerily quiet, except for the man's oppressive footsteps in the living room, making the atmosphere seem a bit depressing.

Ruan Qing straightened his body and moved slightly closer to the door, so that in case of any accident, he could quickly open the door and rush out.

After all, the neighbor's strength is unknown, and the kitchen is a bit close to the door. If he is really a murderer, he and his neighbor may die here if they are not prepared.

The man walked into the kitchen step by step.

There was no one in the kitchen. There were some vegetables on the washing table, as well as vegetable leaf residues left over from cooking. It was easy to see that cooking had been done in the kitchen not long ago.

The man looked around and found nothing, so it seemed like it was hidden.

The kitchen is not too small, and it is not impossible to hide one person.

The man started searching directly, looking in every corner, even the large refrigerator standing next to it.

There is a large freezer next to the refrigerator, which is obviously used for refrigeration.

Just when the man's hand was holding the handle of the freezer and preparing to open the freezer, the sound of grabbing something came from the corner again.

The voice came from behind the man. The moment the man heard the voice, he threw the knife in his hand back without even looking, accurately hitting the object that made the sound.

However, when the knife was about to hit the target, the man's eyes widened when he saw the dark creature in the corner, and he flashed over in a panic. He dodged to the corner at a terrifying speed, quickly grabbed his knife, and ignored it.

It's not the handle of the knife that's missing.

The man's hand was cut by a knife the moment he grabbed it, but he seemed to feel no pain, and his expression did not change at all, as if he was not the one who was cut.

The man looked at the dirty rat in the corner, then at the 'clean' knife in his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so dangerous that he almost soiled his precious knife. If he really killed the dirty mouse, he would not be able to eat his dinner.

No, from now on the knife is no longer his treasure, from now on his treasure is his beautiful wife.

It's just dinner, you can eat it or not.

The man happily took out the scabbard, inserted the knife back into the scabbard, put it back into his pocket, then lowered his head and licked the blood off his hands.

After the wound on the man's hand disappeared strangely, the man directly picked up the kitchen knife on the cutting board next to him, and without even looking behind him, he threw it at the mouse in the corner very casually.

The mouse probably sensed a hint of danger and screamed "squeaking" in an attempt to escape from the corner.

However, the direction in which it escaped was not very good, and it happened to catch the kitchen knife that the man threw casually.

The mouse's small body was ruthlessly chopped into two halves with a kitchen knife, and blood instantly spattered out and onto the snow-white wall.
To be continued...