The white light of lightning lit up outside the window, illuminating the narrow room at that moment and illuminating the man's face.

His pale face was covered with blood, and his sudden eyes were staring at the front. His whole face showed a strange and crazy look, which looked particularly terrifying on this rainy night. His lips were raised high and formed a twisted and terrifying smile.

——"Boom!"

The belated thunder sounded.

"Bang-Bang-Bang-"

Two gunshots cut through the silence and pulled Yejia back from his long-standing memory.

In front of him, the man's body fell heavily to the ground, the kitchen knife in his hand rolled down, and blood spread out from under him.

Zhao Guangcheng gasped, his face still in shock: "What's wrong with this person?"

"You killed him?" Cheng Cezhi's voice became sharper because of his nervousness.

Zhao Guangcheng shook his head randomly: "No, no, I avoided the fatal parts..."

Yejia walked forward and squatted down to check.

Indeed, one of the two shots on a man's body was on his shoulder and the other was not fatal.

His eyes burst, he stared at the ceiling tightly, and his lips were still filled with a twisted smile.

Ye Jia stretched out his hand and pressed the man's cold neck.

——There is no pulse.

It turned out to be dead.

Ye Jia took a deep breath, turned his head to look at Zhao Guangcheng and Cheng Cezhi who were standing behind him, and said, "Call the police."

He wiped the blood stained from his hands, then stood up and walked out.

From beginning to end, he did not turn his head and look at the woman lying on the ground, whose chest and abdomen had been chopped into meat paste, as if she was unwilling to turn her eyes on.

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It's almost night.

Ye Jia and the other two returned to the management office to report.

Due to the critical situation this time, there are too many pragmatic tasks that need to be handled, and all the remaining employees who have not been injured are working in the lobby.

"Hey, hey!" Cheng Cezhi used his elbow to confront Ye Jia: "Collector."

Ye Jia seemed to come back to his senses: "…oh."

He handed the collector to Liu Zhaocheng and then lowered his eyes again.

Cheng Cezhi asked with some concern: "Brother Ye, what's wrong with you? Why do you seem to be out of your mind since calling the police?"

Ye Jia curled his lips, and the expression on his face was exactly the same as usual, and he was extremely calm: "It's nothing, I'm just tired."

He parted with the two men and turned around.

The smile on his face melted like snow in the sun, disappearing without any trace.

Yejia walked to his desk in the hall expressionlessly and sat down.

There were thick official duties piled up on the table, and Ye Jia's eyes fell on the paper, but what he saw were dense black ink dots, rather than separate words, and he seemed to be in deep thought.

There seemed to be a commotion at the gate.

But Ye Jia seemed to have not heard it.

He was immersed in the messy thoughts, like a drowning man struggling to poke out of the water in the currents. No sound from the outside could really reach his ears and could not pull him out of his mind.

Until the blood Gu fish began to churn in Yejia's pocket restlessly.

Ye Jia frowned.

He lowered his head and looked at the blood fish staying in his pocket, reached out and patted the outside of his pocket gently, trying to soothe it, but it seemed that it didn't feel it, and the tumbling was even more violent.

At this time, Ye Jia heard the tide like a tide in the hall.

——And a steady and regular footsteps came from far to near to him.

Then he stayed at his table.

Ye Jia saw that a pair of shoes appeared in his drooping gaze, with haute couture handmade leather, pitch black in color, and semi-dried blood and minced meat remaining on it.

He looked up in shock.

A tall man stood in front of him, his eyes lowered, his eyebrows were very deep, his dark and deep eyes were hidden deep in the shadows, and a dark red light flashed through his eyes.

He slowly curled the corners of his lips, then stretched his hands towards Yejia, slid down his sleeves, revealing his pale wrists.

The sound is low and magnetic, almost like a lover's whisper:
Chapter completed!