Looking at the leaving car, An Zeliang fell into thinking again.

He is not a nosy person.

But the situation of being killed in the simulated memory made him too creepy.

It stands to reason that under normal circumstances, if you are not in close contact with people around you, you would have no chance of knowing that you are a scumbag.

"If you put it this way, maybe the scumbag killer lives near my house..."

An Zeliang unconsciously thought of the strange female neighbor he met when he first moved here, the Lolita girl.

"Could it be her?"

"It seems that all clues point to her."

An Zeliang was thinking as he walked towards the apartment building.

The streets at night were silent, like a pool of stagnant water.

The dilapidated street lamps cast a faint light overhead.

There was a breeze blowing and the temperature was a bit low. An Zeliang, who was only wearing his school uniform, shivered.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something in his heart and subconsciously raised his head.

One window is particularly eye-catching.

The neighbor girl was standing in front of the window, wearing a black Lolita skirt, looking straight at herself.
Chapter completed!