light switch inside.

When the lights in the room were turned on, he was immediately sure that the woman on the bed was the person he wanted to kill on this trip!

At the same time, under the stimulation of the light, the woman who was sleeping soundly frowned and immediately woke up. However, before she fully woke up, a white towel full of heart blood became mushy.

He touched her face, and at the same time, a cold bayonet was pressed against her snow-white neck.

"Shh-"

Wei Ran whispered a gentle reminder into the other person's ear. Taking advantage of the situation, he also used his broken right hand to help the other person pull up the neckline of the nightgown on the other person's chest, covering the pair of protective clothing that was not too big.

heart meat.

"You...who are you?" The woman asked in a panic in Chinese with a hint of stubble.

Wei Ran naturally did not answer her question. Instead, he gently patted her cheek covered by the bloody towel with his right hand and said in Japanese, "Open your mouth."

Hearing this, the woman not only did not open her mouth, but clenched her teeth subconsciously. This small movement, which could be felt through the cheek muscles, also made Wei Ran realize that the other party did indeed understand Japanese.

"Open your mouth"

Wei Ran said in Japanese again, and at the same time, he put the back of the knife against the opponent's snow-white neck and used a little force to wipe away the blood stains on the knife that had not been wiped clean.

After a moment of stalemate, the woman finally opened her mouth obediently. Wei Ran, like a pervert selecting cattle, used his rubber-gloved right hand to open the woman's lips and look at her teeth.

This trick turns out to be useful in this era...

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and after confirming the other person's nationality, he used his broken right hand to stop the other person's hand that was about to reach under the pillow, and at the same time continued to remind him in Japanese, "You'd better not try to resist, I won't necessarily

If I want to kill you, I don’t have to ask anything."

It's a pity that this woman seemed to suddenly not understand Japanese again. She stubbornly pulled out a Lignos pocket pistol that could be loaded with one hand from under the pillow. While pulling it out, she had already used her fingers to

Pull the trigger guard with your head and start the loading action.

Seeing this, Wei Ran snorted coldly and used the handle of the Mauser bayonet in his hand to hit the opponent behind the ear hard, making her lose consciousness easily.

He picked up the unloaded pocket pistol with his bayonet and took a look at it. Wei Ran knew that he might not be able to get anything out of this woman's mouth, so he simply put the small pistol into his pocket, then picked up a pillow towel and stuffed it.

He entered its mouth, found a belt and strangled the other person's mouth, then picked it up and walked straight downstairs.

After a lot of work, with only one arm able to use strength, Wei Ran finally succeeded in dislocating the woman's limbs, knees, elbows and jaw.

Ignoring the gagged woman's wails and twists, Wei Ran blatantly turned on the lights upstairs and downstairs in the building, and also checked the two rooms on the first floor.

What he didn't expect was that although he had never seen the man he killed, the woman he killed turned out to be the maid in the house of Mr. Furukawa, the Japanese lover of Xiao Su's mother!

In addition, he also found a total of forty or fifty smoking guns and at least ten kilograms of tobacco paste in a room on the second floor.

It’s a good plan!

Wei Ran snorted coldly, searched in the small building, and finally found a hemp rope as thick as a finger.

Using this hemp rope and the Skoda car in the garage, Wei Ran easily hung the girl with her feet up on the pillar at the entrance to the first floor.

Gently lifting up the nightgown that barely touched the floor, Wei Ran smiled at the frightened woman, then took out a syringe needle from the food box next to him and inserted it into the woman's arm.

In the blood vessels.

Ignoring the woman's struggle, Wei Ran took out a second needle and inserted it into the blood vessel of her other arm.

Standing up and letting the other woman's silk nightgown slip off to cover her upper body, Wei Ran walked into the room again. After some searching, he found an enamel tea tray and three glass cups and returned to the woman's side.

Place the tea tray directly under the opponent's two uncontrollable hands, and use three cups as legs to prop it up.

Before Wei Ran could take his hand away, the dark red blood dripping from the needle on his hand fell onto the tea tray, making a continuous ticking sound.

Like a pervert, Wei Ran reached out and touched the other person's thigh that had goosebumps. Wei Ran took out two needles from the food box at his feet and plunged them into the blood vessels of the woman's ankle one by one. At the same time, he said regretfully

, "You should have been hung on a street lamp to be perfect."

Ignoring the woman's struggle, Wei Ran saw the gurgling dark red blood slowly drawing two red blood marks on the pair of shiny white bandy legs, and waited patiently for the two blood marks to cross the other woman's constantly twisting body.

When his slender waist and ribs finally began to infect the nightgown, he picked up the food box at his feet, and with a clicking sound, he scattered some sausages in inconspicuous places.

It wasn't until he emptied the poisonous bait in his pocket that he walked into the door on the first floor again. After closing the door, he pinned all the Molotov cocktails he had made for the party and the dozen kilograms of tobacco paste he had just collected.

The door handle was doused with kerosene found in the kitchen.

Finally, he went to the bathroom and carefully washed away the blood and oil stains on his rubber gloves. Then Wei Ran left through the back door of the kitchen, walked around to the door of the yard, opened the green iron door, left, and then closed the door from the outside.

, lock it with a padlock you brought.

Looking left and right at the deserted and dark streets, Wei Ran took off a layer of rubber gloves and threw them in the opposite direction. He walked leisurely close to the shadow of the building and disappeared into the night.

Soon after, he returned to the Love Letter Apartment carrying two towels that were originally used to wrap the soles of his shoes.

"Are you done?" Jasmine, who had been guarding the iron gate, asked in a low voice.

Wei Ran nodded silently and handed the captured small pistol to the other party as he walked into the room, "I'll give this to you. Please help me burn this suit later."
Chapter completed!