"Master?" The nanny Xiaowan shouted strangely. He didn't know what was going on upstairs just now. Sometimes the master and his wife often made some noises in the middle of the night, but it seemed to be a little more intense tonight. He woke up the baby. The nanny made a glass of milk to feed the child, but heard the noise on the upstairs louder, so he took the child and walked up. What was the one lying on the ground? Is it the master?

When Mr. Zhan heard the voice, he slowly raised his head from the man. Is there another one? Sitting up, Mr. Zhan didn't want to waste his time anymore. His body turned, Xiaowan felt a gust of wind and a figure had come to him.

"Ah" Seeing the man's bloodthirsty eyes and bloody face clearly, Xiaowan was so scared that she screamed loudly. Almost at the same time, the baby holding her arms holding a bottle and sipping breasts burst out with loud crying.

The cry sounded, and Mr. Zhan felt a thunder thunder in his ear. With a sensation, the whole world became clear in front of his eyes. Everything just now seemed like a dream, real but incredible.

Mr. Zhan looked at Xiaowan's back as he ran out, looked back at the woman who had begun to turn pale on the bed, the man lying in a pool of blood on the ground, blood was flowing out from the wound on his neck, because he was not dead yet, the man's body was irresistible to spasm. All of these were done by himself? Filled with the smell of blood in the mouth and nose, Mr. Zhan suddenly felt a surge in his stomach.

A noisy sound sounded downstairs. It was obvious that Xiaowan's shouting brought the security guard in. Mr. Zhan staggered and stabilized his body and mind. Thinking of what he did that night, Mr. Zhan knew that he could not be caught.

When the security guard rushed to the bedroom on the second floor, he had only time to see a figure running out of the balcony door, but when they rushed to the door, the man disappeared like a ghost. In the dim sky before dawn, one or two bats flapped their wings and flew away silently.

Today's sunshine was particularly dazzling. Mr. Zhan wrapped his windbreaker tightly and walked in the morning sun and cold wind. The blood on his face had been wiped clean by him. His pale face and black eyes flashing with strange blue light all proved that the bloodthirsty demon had left him last night. Some aimless Mr. Zhan suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him was familiar. He unknowingly returned to Wang Ziqiang's house. Go back? Mr. Zhan asked himself in his heart that after last night, he suddenly felt a little scared. He could not control the nature of a vampire at all. If he got the ability, he seemed to be invincible. Mr. Zhan looked at the window of Wang Ziqiang's cottage and suddenly felt like a giant monster waiting for his return with his mouth open. He shook his head, and Mr. Zhan resolutely walked forward.

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"OH, NO, he walked away from Abe~" Janese said to Abe in frustration behind the curtains of Wang Ziqiang's hut.

"It's okay, he will be back sooner or later." On Wang Ziqiang's sofa, Abei kept pressing the remote control in his hand, fast forward and play. On the TV screen was the Raiders of the Lost Ark that Mr. Zhan had just "watched" yesterday. Abei's face that looked like God did not have a hint of happiness, disappointment or sadness. His expression and muscles seemed to be dying in constant monitoring and work. He looked at Zhan Shaocheng on the screen silently, with his eyes thinking.

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Mr. Zhan sat in the park for a long time. The autumn grass was covered with yellow leaves. Mr. Zhan watched them fluttering in the wind, falling, rolling along the ground, and finally landing in a small pool of water, stranded. His brain was blank, only the scenes of last night that occasionally flashed. Those scenes were painted in his mind with a dark red color, as if he was seeing them through a screen made of blood. Take a deep breath of autumn sweetness.

The air was so sluggish that Mr. Zhan forced himself not to think about it. His toes were a little numb, but still a little cold. Mr. Zhan stood up from the curb, took steps, and slowly walked past the old man and the old lady who were practicing in the morning, the children staggering and chasing balloons, the uncle selling roasted sweet potatoes, and the sanitation worker who cleaned the fallen leaves. These are the most common and most ordinary people on weekdays, and now they feel inexplicably at ease. The scene of last night seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

"Bangbang" Zhang Shu's door rang for a long time before he could get up from the bed helplessly. As soon as he opened the door, a pack of fragrant things was handed to his arms.

"Baked sweet potato? You came early in the morning to send me roasted sweet potatoes?" Zhang Shu was almost broken by Mr. Zhan's strange behavior. However, Mr. Zhan ignored him at all and walked straight to the sofa in the living room and lay down. Because no one was responsible for the hygiene of the living room, a layer of dust rose up on the sofa, which was originally unclean.

Seeing that Mr. Zhan was not in high spirits, Zhang Shu was too lazy to pay attention to him. He went back to bed and took another rest. He got up again to see that Mr. Zhan was still lying on the sofa in his previous position. He seemed to have fallen asleep. He then stepped on his slippers to wash, instant noodles, turned on the computer to play games, and watched movies.

Mr. Zhan was lying on the sofa, staring at his eyes, listening to Zhang Shu's voice, guessing what he was doing at this time. These voices from the world seemed extremely precious to Mr. Zhan.

"Ah, I'll go, it's so cruel. This is a murderer." Zhang Shu's words caught the attention of Mr. Zhan. He walked into Zhang Shu's room with his cushion. Zhang Shu turned around and looked at him, "Awaken? Oh, I, do you know that our city made a big news last night?" Zhang Shu said as he gave in to the side, revealing the computer screen.

Mr. Zhan held the cushion and looked foolishly at the unclear video images on the computer. The corpses were all over the ground, bloodstains, police cars flashing with red and blue lights, policemen walking around in uniforms, and onlookers. Because there was no audio, Mr. Zhan only saw the video "Many male corpses were found in the bar street in this city.

The title of "Suspectedly a gang fight" was written by Mr. Zhan. He took two steps back and fell on Zhang Shu's bed. He worked hard all morning to make the things he ignored suddenly appear vividly in his mind.

"Oh, I'm so fierce." Zhang Shu took off his headphones after watching the video, and turned around and said to Mr. Zhan. "I killed more than 20 people by one, which is too amazing." Unlike his excitement, Mr. Zhan's mouth raised unnaturally, as if it was a smile. "You haven't woken up?" Zhang Shu asked strangely.

"Yeah." Zhan Shao nodded mutely, walked back to the sofa with the sofa cushion, and carried it all the way. It took another afternoon to forget that the young master Zhan, who had finally gotten up after he was finally getting up.
Chapter completed!