Master Han Ming

On the night of October [-]th, City A ushered in the first rain in autumn. It came suddenly, like a downpour, driving away the sweltering weather, pouring out the cold air deep in the ground, and wrapping around people's bodies.The passers-by who didn't know the big change in the weather in advance cowered and walked quickly with their heads down, and those with briefcases simply put it on their heads, but they were still inevitably drenched, soaked to the bottom, and scolded this damn ghost from the bottom of their hearts The weather, if you change your face, you will change your face.

A 36-storey high-rise building stands in the beautiful Qingquan community, accompanied by the same buildings, with the logo of Building No. 2 on its body, standing tall and protecting the owner of the house from wind and rain.This community was originally located outside the third ring road and within the fifth ring road. It was an area opened by Jinxiu Garden. It was not the busiest street, but it was also full of people coming and going. It was just an ordinary community. There have been fights and quarrels, and if the cleaning lady is lazy, there will be a layer of dust everywhere.But just recently, it seemed to be thrown into the deep sea, gradually sank to the bottom, silent, dead, as silent as a graveyard behind it, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

There was no quarrel anymore, and no one ever pinched each other over trivial matters. When they saw each other, they all walked with their heads down, and even forced themselves to show an apologetic and friendly danger to the residents who had festivals in the past, while the other party, Hui smiled back and walked away immediately. He had no intention of haggling with him at all, and couldn't muster up the energy to say a serious word.

As we all know, they were scared.

The new residents who moved to Room 2 on the second floor of Building 2 stood quietly in front of the huge French windows and stared out of the windows. The residents downstairs rushed back from work and bumped into other people by mistake, causing both of them to fall to the ground. They could be red-eyed and just apologize to each other before leaving, polite to the extreme.

From the beginning to the end, there was no thought in his deep and dark eyes, and he just watched quietly, his delicate and indifferent side face was soft because of the light reflected by the glass, but mixed with coldness.

There was cool tea on the coffee table in the room, and the mist rose, surrounding the solemn and stern voice of the female anchorwoman in a suit on the TV screen, slipping into his ears, and the content invaded and spread like poison...

"Dear citizens, please pay attention, citizens, please pay attention. Let me reiterate the news just now. Following the tragedy of a family of four on Zhongnong Road, the single mother in Qingquan died, and there was another massacre with the same method in Qingquan Community. The corpses of the dead were arranged neatly. It was cut off and placed in both hands. This time, the victim was an old couple over 0926 years old. The scene of the crime was the same as before. The whereabouts of the deceased’s children were unknown. Murderer No. [-]. At present, it is impossible to determine whether it is a murder or a random crime. Please do not make enemies with others at will, and pay attention to your own safety..."

Next to the female anchor who warned everyone on the TV with a serious expression, the bodies of the two deceased were projected this time, but because they were too bloody, they were all covered with mosaics, and it was even more disgusting to see the red powder.

Everyone knows well that ordinary fights can't kill people, but just recently, a murder case occurred in their community, and another one occurred within a few days, and the murderer is still at large!People in the neighborhood were in a state of panic, fearing that the murderer might be one of the people around them, and they absolutely dare not offend again.

It is generally recognized that this is the reason for Qingquan's lifelessness, but no one knows that in a certain bedroom in the community with only a small lamp lit, a girl hastily cleaned up and saluted, casually tied the hole on her back, and slipped out of Qingquan community as if fleeing. Muttering in his mouth: "No, this is not right. Fear can control human greed and selfishness, but it cannot make people powerless to be suppressed. It is them, it must be them..."

All the way, she escaped all of Qingquan's surveillance, and no one knew of her departure.