The male neighbor looked at the photos on the wall and frowned subconsciously.

Didn't he already take down the photo?

Who hung the photo back up again?

What happened just last night, he didn't doubt that he had remembered it wrong.

The photo is hung a bit high, and even an adult man has to step on the back of the sofa underneath to reach the photo.

The male neighbor looked at the only possible murderer.

The murderer was a little confused about the sight of the male neighbor and thought he was jealous.

But the next second, the murderer looked up at the male neighbor's signal and saw the extremely disturbing photo on the wall.

The murderer also frowned, apparently remembering that the photo was taken down last night.

The beautiful wife is blind and probably doesn't know that the photo has been taken down. It is obviously impossible for him to hang it.

Although the child can see it, the child's height cannot reach it even by stepping on the sofa. What's more, the child was unconscious most of the time, so it is impossible for him to hang it.

The two men looked at each other. What presence had come in while they were away?

Or is this existence always hidden in the house?

The male neighbor picked up the radio next to him and tuned it to the neighbor's favorite channel. He put it in Ruan Qing's arms and said warmly, "Qing, please listen to the radio for a while. I'll clean up the room and then start making lunch."

Ruan Qing held the radio and nodded obediently.

The two of them didn't need to say anything, they just took out the knife expressionlessly and began to pay attention to the person sitting on the sofa while searching in a low voice in the room, but the two of them basically would not leave the living room at the same time.

After all, Xishan Community is a selected community. If there is really something unclean, it is not known whether it is dangerous.

My wife is so weak, it would be bad if she gets hurt accidentally.

However, the two searched around the house and couldn't find anything suspicious.

Already left?

The two of them looked at the photos on the wall with expressionless faces. They couldn't understand why they came in just to hang up a photo when they weren't around?

Is there anything special about this photo?

The male neighbor looked at the photo, then at his wife who was sitting at the bottom of the photo listening to a story on the radio, and quietly walked to the side.

Then he stepped onto the sofa, carefully measured the distance between him and his wife, and tilted his body slightly.

Prepare to take down the photo.

However, as soon as he reached out, a pair of hands tightly covered his mouth, and a knife stabbed directly into his heart without mercy.

The male neighbor looked at his heart with disbelief in his eyes. There was a knife stuck in it.

His attention was focused on the photo just now, and he didn't expect the murderer to take action.

The photo might be a trap, a trap deliberately set to kill him.

The male neighbor stared sideways at the murderer, as if his eyes were quenched with poison and wanted to drag the murderer into hell.

The murderer chuckled softly, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only the male neighbor could hear, "Shh, don't move, take a deep breath, yes, take a deep breath."

"Don't scare my wife."

Although Ruan Qing was listening to the radio, he also heard the friction of clothing and some strange sounds.

There was some doubt in his foggy eyes. Ruan Qing pressed the pause button on the radio and looked up in the direction of the sound, "Husband? What's wrong?"

The murderer covered the male neighbor's mouth, showed a bright smile to Ruan Qing, and said softly in Yang Tianhao's voice, "It's okay, it's just that the wall is a little dirty."

"I'll clean it up."

Although the murderer was very gentle towards Ruan Qing, he turned the dagger in his hand fiercely while speaking, completely breaking the male neighbor's heart.

It also completely eliminated the possibility of the male neighbor surviving.

The male neighbor didn't know why he didn't struggle, but looked down at Ruan Qing who was sitting obediently on the sofa with some reluctance, and slowly closed his eyes.

Within a few seconds, the male neighbor completely lost his breath.

A large amount of blood seeped out from the male neighbor's chest, directly soaking a large area of ​​the clothes on his chest, which looked horrifying.

Ruan Qing: "You're lying to ghosts. The smell of blood is so strong."

And he could vaguely see red patches, which were obviously blood.

With this amount of bleeding, it would be difficult to survive.

It seems that the murderer is better than the murderer. It is estimated that the murderer makes a living by killing people.

The murderer then took advantage of the blood to wet the male neighbor's clothes and pulled the man off to prevent the blood from dripping on his wife.

Seeing that his wife's delicate face was still full of doubts, he continued to speak with a normal expression, "Didn't I buy chicken when I just came back? I'm going to make some chicken soup at noon today. Maybe there was some blood on my body when I just killed the chicken.

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"It didn't smoke you, did it?"

Ruan Qing no longer had any doubts and shook his head slightly.

The murderer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and said as gently as the wind, "Honey, please continue listening to the radio. I've prepared lunch for you."

When the murderer saw his wife nodded, he dragged the male neighbor directly into the kitchen and roughly stuffed him into the freezer.

Hmm, I can’t seem to let it go.

The freezer is actually not small, but it is still a bit reluctant to fit two men who are about 185 in height. After all, the corpse below will be bridged, and the second corpse will not be able to fit in it.

Unless the body is dismembered.

But dismembering the body would make too much noise, and my wife would definitely hear it. Moreover, the body would still be dismembered at home, which would look disgusting.

It seems that we still need to find an opportunity to dispose of the body.

The murderer stretched out his foot and stepped on the top body, stamping hard on it.

The sound of breaking bones was immediately heard. It might be that the spine was broken, or the leg bones were broken, but it could barely be contained.

Yang Tianhao happily pulled off the ring from his male neighbor's hand, put it on his own hand, and then closed the freezer door.

He had long discovered that the thief not only wanted to steal his wife, but also stole his ring.

Oh, how shameless.

But from now on, there is only Yang Tianhao.

The entire kitchen was no different from usual, except that there were two more corpses in the freezer, there were no blood stains on the walls, and there were no mice chopped into two halves on the floor.

The kitchen knife was placed properly on the cutting board, and even the gap made by the kitchen knife on the wall was restored.

It was as if everything before was an illusion.

If the male neighbor was still alive, he would definitely see something was wrong, but at this moment, the person standing alive in the kitchen is Yang Tianhao.

After Yang Tianhao closed the door of the freezer, he quickly grabbed the chicken, cleaned it and chopped it into pieces.

Yang Tianhao originally knew how to make chicken soup, but when he thought of the meal he cooked yesterday, he paused, silently took out his mobile phone, and began to search for chicken soup tutorials on the Internet.

The most delicious way actually requires simmering for six hours? It has to be simmered for at least one hour?

Yang Tianhao looked at the chopped chicken pieces expressionlessly, and finally decided to stew them next time.

Yang Tianhao took out the photo in the living room while cooking soup.

He didn't hang the photo, he just saw the thief paying attention to the photo and thought it was a good opportunity to strike.

Yang Tianhao turned the photo over and over, looking at it. There was nothing special about it, except that the back of the photo seemed to be stained with a trace of blood.

The blood stains have dried, and it is impossible to tell who the blood stains belong to.

Yang Tianhao didn't bother to check what was weird about the photo. He simply broke the photo and threw it into the trash can like trash.

Then I returned to the kitchen again, happily cooking lunch with love.

His wife was listening to the radio in the living room, and he was busy lunching in the kitchen. No one was disturbing them anymore.

Warm and happy.

When night comes, as long as he finds an excuse, he should still be able to sleep with his sweet-smelling and soft wife.

Moreover, he and his wife are legally married, and whatever he wants to do is legal.

For example, a kiss or a hug...

Maybe I can break away from the ranks of peonies from now on.

Hee hee... hee hee...

Yang Tianhao was so excited just thinking about it that he laughed stupidly.

If it weren't for his handsome and sinister face, it would probably give people a filthy and obscene feeling.

Yang Tianhao was so happy that his whole body seemed to be bubbling, and cooking seemed like he was doing something very happy. He picked up the food with chopsticks and was about to take a bite, but suddenly the sound of the doorbell came from outside the door.

The wife in the living room stopped listening to the sound of the radio, and in the kitchen Yang Tianhao's hand holding the chopsticks also stopped.
To be continued...