that night.

Mr. Black Suit is back.

Sunanzhi's popularity has exceeded one million, and he heard the voice of the main system before going to bed.

[“Congratulations to your live broadcast room, which has reached a million popularity, and is randomly selecting a barrage for you.”]

【"Whether to accept?"】

Sunanzhi accepted.

A faint light fell on his face.

A few clear large characters were projected on the white porcelain-like face.

The barrage covered her mouth, and my aunt laughed.

【Oh, which villain wrote it? 】

[Look at scaring my wife~]

[Hahahaha, my wife's puppy eyes are so frightened! ! ! 】

[Shut up, you are making me look at my wife! ! 】

Su Nanzhi was so frightened that her eyes widened.

Fluorescent words faintly reflected in his pupils.

【I miss you. 】

Sunanzhi's cheeks flushed, and then she turned off the news in front of her.

But that sentence, like a voice, echoed in his ears over and over again.

The sound of the word is biting over and over again, and the sound is ruthless.

It reverberates as if it were real.

"Think, grass, you..."

"Ahhh!!!" Su Nanzhi pulled the quilt over her head that was about to smoke.

【Aiya, my wife is shy! ! 】

【Of course you have to kiss to get better! ! 】

After a while he got out of the quilt, adjusted to the dark eyes, and saw what was hanging on the window.

Not only his underwear, but his clothes were gone.

·

the next day.

A wet rain fell at night.

In the damp alley, someone got up early.

The orange lights came on, and then the residents of a certain building also turned on the lights.

Yuzai Yuzai, the black cat, came down from the corridor.

Emerald's pupils seemed to reveal a strange light because of what they saw.

The novelist continued to write novels in the room.

Today he wrote that people who are secretly peeping gradually begin to pervert because their desires cannot be relieved.

He was in the cracks, eager to be discovered.

Then he saw that the beautiful young man brought back a man. Out of jealousy, the **** killed the man, made a big meat bun, and gave it to the neighbors to eat.

The novelist gave an embarrassing smile to the flickering computer screen.

Razer's black, dilapidated keyboard was cracked by him, but his smile became more and more brilliant.

"Hee hee hee~ Die for me... all die for me!! All he-damn die for me!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

The novelist thinks of the man next door.

Reminds me of yesterday's humiliation.

There was an urge to kill in my mind.

He wants to kill everyone who is close to the teenager! ! !

- Then go kill it.

To be the **** of this world!

The tone-shifting, depressed, and frantic voice in my heart grew louder.

The pure white heart was stained with blood a little bit.

In the dark night, desire-desire is stimulated without limit.

He drank two bottles of Mrs. Meditation Oral Liquid, and first peeped the opposite side from the hole.

The other side was already asleep and couldn't see anything.

"Damn!" The novelist gritted his teeth.

Pull up the zipper of the jacket, put on the hat, and walk into the dark night.

He's going to kill someone for fun.

[Hi, so writing novels is really hard. 】

[Look at what it is like to suppress people! 】

[(Bald speaks) (90 years old appearance): Writing a novel is very easy. The three thousand seaside villas are updated every day. You see, I am 20 years old, and I am still very energetic! 】

【Hey Hey hey! Upstairs are the patients of our mental hospital, who wrote novels, and have been crazy for five or six years. Stop being arrogant, come back with me! 】

[Hahahaha, I laughed so hard! 】

·

In the old community, there are still a lot of mixed people.

Often come back in the middle of the night.

The ring road on the side of the road has long been empty of cars.

A motorcycle with a roaring hurricane stopped at the entrance of the old community.

The owner of the breakfast shop has already started, he is an honest man, his name is Da Dong.

In the live broadcast room, it has always been tepid and has no characteristics.

After all, which audience is willing to come and make buns.

But today is a little different.

Although it was the middle of the night, there were still spectators who came in.

The reason is that Da Dong's consciousness has awakened.

- He is a murderer.

[Wuhu, is it actually that big winter? ! ! ! 】

[Will anyone be surprised when Dadong comes here? 】

[I don't know Dadong, can anyone give me some popular science? 】

[Class representative: Dadong, the famous game cancer. His methods are bad, his job is a cook, but he is not satisfied with ordinary food, he has been pursuing the legendary top food. 】

[I still don't understand. 】

[He, like Li Lie in the 1234 live broadcast room, has no reverence for life, and prefers to pursue excitement...such as murder! Dadong is a murderer who does not distinguish between players and NPCs, and once cut off the tongues of all beings in the dungeon! 】

[Slotting, no wonder he can come to the 888 live broadcast room. 】

【How did the young master come here? curious! 】

【Curiosity +10086! ! ! 】

as expected.

After the memory of the murderer emerged.

Da Dong took a knife and dismembered a woman's thigh bit by bit.

He looked straight, serious, and very solemn.

He made a bun, it was like an experiment.

Yeast, flour, minced meat...these are all measured-measured-weighed.

After waiting for the woman's hand to be filled with meat, Da Dong stretched out his finger and took a spoonful to taste it, but he was quite dissatisfied with this work.

He carefully checked all the ingredients and found the key problem: the meat was not fresh enough!

He walked out slowly, squatting at the door looking for people.

At night, there are few people, but it is convenient to do things.

He squatted here, waiting for a lucky one.

"Meow~"

The black cat meowed, but could not see its figure at night, only a pair of eyes lit up in the dark night.

Da Dong looked at it and slowly moved to the person next to the black cat.

is a novelist.

At the same time, the novelist also looked at him. The knife in the jacket was against the fabric. In the dark night, it was just a shape that was not easy to see.

【Are you saying it's good or not? 】

【Is this the Wonderful House? 】

【Hahahahaha! ! ! Interesting, really interesting! ! 】

They looked at each other for a moment, then looked away.

·

The gangster finally stopped the Harrow locomotive.

Because it is an old community, there are many small alleys, the street lights are much more broken than the good ones, and the environment is dim.

It seemed to be enveloped in a layer of black gauze.

A person who has long been used to it, is not afraid of such darkness, he doesn't even have much concern, he stumbles through the alley in a daze, not realizing that someone is peeping at him in the dark.

He stretched and slowed down.

A black cat passed by his feet. Emerald's pupils turned and seemed to sense something. The hair on its tail exploded and made a sharp screeching sound.

"Meow~"

As if he was frightened, he hurriedly jumped away from him and got into the grass beside him.

It rained again.

Raindrops fell on the flagstone road, hiding all dangers.

At this time, the social people yawned.

[Hee hee hee, in whose hands will he die? 】

[There are already two contestants in the competition. Will the final winner be our killer Dadong contestant or a novelist with a more perverted mind? 】

[I voted for Dadong, after all Dadong has awakened, and the novelist is just a pervert who knows YY. 】

[Agreed, I also think that the novelist might be counter-killed. 】

[No way, compared to Da Dong, the level of fear of novelists is too low. 】

The novelist did not realize that the owner of the steamed bun shop, who had always been gentle, had changed his heart.

The rain hit his jacket and rustled down.

The novelist covered the zipper, covering half of his face.

It was cold, but his body was hot.

A voice grew louder in his ears.

"Kill him! Use his blood to pay homage to your love! Make his flesh and blood into the best meat buns and send them to the person you like! Dye him red and drag him into hell!"

The novelist's eyes became more and more red, and he seemed to have fallen into a daze.

Da Dong followed behind him, keeping a certain distance.

He shook his head twice and walked up slowly.

The novelist frowned. Out of sight, Dadong followed, and the novelist turned around and entered a dark alley.

Dadong followed.

There was no one inside. When Dadong was about to withdraw, a man fell from the sky and stabbed into Dadong's body with a surprise attack.

Dadong fell into the rain with a bang.

"Dead?" The novelist kicked him and took off his hat. The smile on his face gradually changed.

"You're too useless! You were killed by me like this!"

The novelist kicked Dadong twice, as if all the blood in his body was stimulated.

He kept up with the social people just now.

【Acao? ? ? ? Is Da Dong so uncontrollable? 】

[The novelist has been completely perverted! 】

【It's time to hunt! ! ! 】

[It seems that today's novelists are double-killing! 】

With the experience of killing people just now, the novelist is not only not afraid, but even the blood of the beast is boiling.

The voice in his head urgently called him to kill.

He slowly approached the social people.

In the dark, he discovered that social people are actually not that social.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and was all black.

There are a few drops of water hanging from the tip of the hair.

From the back, it's actually pretty cool.

The novelist trembled, he was so excited.

The blood-stained knife seemed to have opened a blade to his forbidden soul.

"kill him!"

"Quickly kill him!!"

The voice in my heart roared impatiently.

The novelist immediately raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it with a hideous face.

"go to hell!!!"

The voice in my heart merged with the voice in the heart of the novelist at this moment.

time, space.

Suddenly stopped.

The novelist's eyes widened, and he saw a pair of cold eyes turn around.

Frost-like, condensing the dead silence of the galaxy's years.

The man raised his lips slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He reached out from the darkness and penetrated the novelist's body straight.

"You dare to peep at my little slave?"

The butler's hand turned an arc in the novelist's chest, and his eyelids were lifted.

"It turned out to be a fake."

He threw the novelist out like throwing garbage.

"You too?"

After the novelist landed with a bang, he disappeared.

A txt appeared in place.

【? ? 】

【? ? ? 】

【The amount of information is a bit large! ! ! 】

【what's the situation? ? ? 】

【The housekeeper is so handsome! ! ! The housekeeper is too sassy, ​​my brother punched me in the heart. 】

[So what is the little slave? ? ? ? 】

[The novelist is a fake? ? ? What about the lord? ? ? 】

[Hastily, the content of the txt opened is actually - a story of a down-and-out perverted novelist who peeped at the next door in order to write his works, and then wrote his own affairs into a novel, a story that became an instant hit? ! ! 】

[What about the owner of txt? ? ? ? 】

The author has something to say: walk the plot line.

Anu is a little Su~

Xiao Xiao Su (angry) (knocking on the table): Why did I become a little slave! wow QWQ