The darkest killing moment comes.

Aning, wearing a raincoat, stepped into a deserted abandoned house in the suburbs.

Zhao Fengsheng, the richest man in Jiangcheng City, was tied tightly to a chair by her and watched her come in in horror.

The other party's mouth, which was stuffed with cloth strips, made a vague sound, shouting "Don't kill me" and other pleas.

Zhao Fengsheng, who was tied up all night, had been tense up to the limit, both mentally and physiologically. Beads of sweat as big as beans slid off his painful and pale face, and his consciousness was almost blurred.

Aning stood a few steps away from him, his wet raincoat was still ticking down to the water.

She stood in the darkness that was so thick that it could not be melted, with unknown emotions rolling in her eyes.

The expression on his face seemed to be laughing, and it seemed to be sighing.

It's really ironic.

A demon who can act unscrupulously against orphanage children and give them to big people as gifts will actually have the love of licking the calf.

After learning that his child was kidnapped, he walked out of the circle of protection without hesitation and allowed himself to be exposed in front of danger.

"Human nature is really ridiculous."

Aning walked forward slowly without any haste and reached out to pull off the cloth strip that Zhao Fengsheng was gagging.

Zhao Fengsheng's breathing became much easier, and his mouthful of fresh air poured into his throat, which made him a little more awake, and his blank eyes regained the focus.

"It's you..."

He tried his best to avoid Aning, but in the end he accidentally fell over the chair and fell to the ground. He showed a painful expression, but his consciousness became more and more awake due to the pain, and gradually remembered what happened.

"Where is my daughter? How did you do my daughter?" Zhao Fengsheng twisted hard on the ground. He first asked loudly, but then turned into begging each other. "She is still a child and doesn't know anything. The wrong thing I did has nothing to do with her. Don't hurt her, please..."

Aning walked forward, crushed Zhao Fengsheng's side face with his toes, and stepped on him into the dust.

Zhao Fengsheng did not complain and was still asking his daughter repeatedly about whereabouts.

Aning gave him an answer and threw it to him the blood-stained pink flowery dress.

Zhao Fengsheng suddenly froze. He remembered that this was his daughter wearing clothes to go to school. There were so many blood stains, and the missing daughter was probably in danger.

He cried in despair like an old beast near-death, with red and blue veins swelling. Finally, he bit his daughter's clothes hard, allowing the crying and tears to merge into it.

Seeing his embarrassment and sadness, Aning felt bored. She was so annoyed that she didn't look at his hypocritical behavior anymore, and pulled him and the chair from the ground.

The right hand wearing gloves took it out of her coat pocket. The thing she held in her palm was nothing else, but a faded fountain pen. The pen body was printed with "Children's Orphanage" in gold-toned font.

The Children's Heart Orphanage is the name of the orphanage where Aning was located back then.

Aning walked around Zhao Fengsheng's back, held his chin tightly with one hand, and pointed it at Zhao Fengsheng's carotid artery with the other hand.

She raised her wrist and was about to pierce Zhao Fengsheng's carotid artery. Suddenly, the "stop" shout came from outside. The half-closed dilapidated and rotten wooden door was slammed open, and dust floated in the drowsy light in the house.

A figure stood in front of the door, soaked in the rain, and came to Aning with wet footprints.

"Aning, don't kill him."

"Why?"

Aning looked up at Chen Feng.

"His sin should be judged by law...Don't use his blood to dirty your hands."

"My hands are already dirty."

Aning did not hesitate and poked Zhao Fengsheng's neck hard with the tip of the pen.

She was so fast that Chen Feng couldn't react at all. She watched the tip of the pen touch Zhao Fengsheng's neck, and Zhao Fengsheng struggled violently, making a hoho sound.

Aning decisively pulled out the pen, and a stream of blood splashed out directly. The scarlet red color dyed half of Aning's face. The redder it was, the whiter it became, and the brighter the color, which made her eyes look like an emotional doll.

Chen Feng was also splashed all over his body. He trembled in surprise and watched Aning poke Zhao Fengsheng's neck with a pen.

At first, Zhao Fengsheng had the strength to struggle and resist, but later he gradually lost his reaction. Finally, he completely lost his life and hung his head, and his body gradually became cold.

Aning looked at Chen Feng through Zhao Fengsheng's body, and only then did a scarlet smile appear on his lips.

"He's dead."

The brisk voice was a little excited.

Chen Feng suddenly became shocked and rushed over, snatching away the pen from Aning's hand.

"Do you want to catch me?"

Aning is still laughing.

After a brief silence, Chen Feng pulled Aning away from the scene of the murder.

They got into Chen Feng's car and waited for the car to drive out for a distance, but they found that Aning had not taken off his raincoat and Chen Feng was covered in splattering blood.

He looked at the dazzling blood stains and seemed to see the most terrifying thing in the world. Finally, he hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road, quickly opened the door and rushed into the public bathroom over there.

This area is located in a remote suburb, with no people nearby, and even the public bathroom seems dilapidated due to disrepair. The only people who occasionally come here are passing drivers.

When Chen Feng rushed in, there was a disgusting smell inside.

Only Chen Feng didn't realize it at all, because he felt the heavy bloody smell on his body made him feel even more disgusted, so he lay in front of the sink and vomited.

Unfortunately, his nausea could only cause some acid to flow out of his empty stomach and he could not spit out anything.

Chen Feng saw the blood stained in his hand during the pen grabbing process, his face changed slightly, and he reached out to turn on the faucet.

Fortunately, the water here is not broken, and the water flowing down the blood on his hands.

The scarlet red was diluted and walked with the water, and Chen Feng's hand also returned to its original state.

But he was still washing his body desperately, acting hard, like the blood-stained hands that couldn't be washed clean.

In the end, his force was too strong, and his palm hit the edge of the cracked and sharp edge of the sink, and it was directly cut into a large mouth.

More blood gushed out of the wound, causing his hands that had just washed clean to be stained with blood again.

Chen Feng's hand fell down weakly, as if he had given up.

He just stared blankly at the blood that was gushing out from the wounds of his palm.

Both the blood and the tiles are so dazzling.

Da, da, da.

The familiar footsteps are coming.

Just like Chen Feng met Aning for the first time.

This time, she stood behind Chen Feng in a raincoat that was still dripping water.

When Chen Feng raised his eyes, he happened to meet her in the mirror.

Aning was smiling, and his smile was surprisingly similar to Chen Feng's.

The bone-blazing coolness comes with the rain.

Chen Feng's breathing stagnated.

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It’s New Year’s Eve, Happy Chinese New Year everyone!

The Year of the Ox is coming soon. I wish you all the best to turn the world and be ambitious!
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