?"Tick,tick."

The sound of water drops falling echoing in the empty and quiet room. Every time the slight sound can be infinitely amplified. It is very quiet, and it can be said to be silent, just like it is isolated from the outside world. Nothing outside the world and the sound outside the house can be transmitted in.

The whole house was pitch black, with only a gap beside the window. A little sunlight shining in on the ground, revealing a small piece of light.

With this light, we can see that a man was sitting on a wooden stool, lying on the table, as if he was asleep. Only the sound of the dripping water droplets, little by little, was very regular, almost like a watch that had been carved for an hour.

"Tick, Tick."

A bright red mark on the ground became more and more obvious. In the dim environment, carefully distinguished it, and the color gradually revealed due to the light was a pool of blood. On the top of the pool of blood, drops of blood were thrown down from the air and dripped in the pool of blood. Several tiny splashes of water spread out to all sides and landed on the ground not far from the pool of blood, becoming the tiny blood spot that was not noticed.

More blood drops became part of the pool of blood, and the pool of blood on the ground expanded a slight boundary to the surroundings. I don’t know how much time has passed, and how many drops of blood beads gathered, and it has become the most conspicuous mark in the room now.

Looking at the man who was lying on the table, who seemed to be sleeping, it turned out to be dead. His face was extremely pale, and because of the loss of blood and the passage of time, his whole face turned pale. His mouth opened, and at that moment before his death, he must have wanted to say something, and I don’t know if he had shouted out.

But in the eyes that were wide open and had long lost their glory, there was still a sense of surprise and despair that could be felt, but he also knew the result. He might have wanted to say something, remind, or ask for help before he died, but he could not send a word.

Because when he learned that there was a person standing behind him, when the cold thin blade cut his skin and felt the cold, he died. Without a word, without a word, without a word, without an extra voice, he died.

This way of death can only be caused by being touched by someone behind the back without the man's awareness. The only red wound like a thread between his neck shows that any attack is difficult to cause such injury. Only from behind can one simply kill a person.
Chapter completed!