Didn’t he already take the photo down?
Who hung the photo back up again?
It was just last night that this happened; he couldn’t be doubting his memory.
The photo was hung somewhat high; even an adult man had to stand on the couch and lean against it to reach the photo.
The male neighbor looked towards the only possible culprit who could have hung it back up.
The murderer seemed puzzled by the male neighbor’s gaze, thinking that the other was jealous.
But the next moment, prompted by the male neighbor’s gesture, the murderer saw the glaring photo on the wall.
The murderer’s brows furrowed too, clearly recalling that the photo had been taken down last night.
The beautiful blind wife probably didn’t know the photo had been taken down; it was obviously not possible for him to have hung it back.
And the child, although able to see, was too short to reach even with the couch, not to mention that the child was mostly unconscious and couldn’t have done it.
The two men exchanged a glance. Was there someone who came in while they were away?
Or could it be that this presence... had been hiding in the house all along?
The male neighbor picked up the nearby radio, tuned it to the neighbor’s favorite channel, placed it in Ruan Qing’s arms, and said gently, “Ah Qing, listen to the radio for a while. I’ll tidy up the room and then start making lunch.”
Ruan Qing held the radio obediently and nodded.
Both of them knew what to do without saying anything. They pulled out their knives with no expression on their faces, keeping an eye on the person sitting on the couch. They searched the house in hushed voices, but they wouldn’t leave the living room at the same time.
After all, the Xishan Residential Area was a chosen area. It was unknown if there was anything unclean; it might be dangerous.
The wife was so delicate; it wouldn’t be good if he got hurt by accident.
However, after searching the house, they found no suspicious presence.
Had that person already left?
Both of them looked at the photo on the wall with expressionless faces, finding it hard to understand why someone would enter while they were away just to hang a photo.
Could this photo be special in some way?
The male neighbor glanced at the photo, then at his wife, who was sitting beneath it, listening to the radio stories. Quietly and without a sound, he walked to his side.
Then he stepped onto the couch, carefully gauging the distance between him and his wife, tilting his body slightly.
Preparing to take down the photo.
However, as soon as he reached out, his mouth was tightly covered by a pair of hands, and a knife was ruthlessly plunged into his heart without mercy.
The male neighbor looked at his own heart in disbelief, a knife stuck right in it.
His attention had been focused on the photo, and he hadn’t thought that the murderer would strike.
Perhaps the photo was a trap, intentionally set to kill him.
The male neighbor stared at the murderer with a venomous gaze, as if trying to drag the murderer to hell.
The murderer let out a faint, almost inaudible chuckle, lowered his voice, and spoke in a tone only the male neighbor could hear, “Shh, don’t move, take a deep breath, yes, deep breath.”
“But don’t scare my wife.”
Although Ruan Qing was listening to the radio, he also heard the sound of fabric rustling and some strange noises.
With a hint of confusion in his hazy eyes, Ruan Qing pressed the pause button on the radio and looked in the direction of the sound. “Honey? What’s going on?”
The murderer, hand over the male neighbor’s mouth, smiled brightly at Ruan Qing and spoke gently in Yang Tianhao’s voice, “It’s nothing, just the wall got a bit dirty.”
“I’ll clean it up.”
Despite the murderer’s gentleness towards Ruan Qing, he turned the knife in his hand fiercely as he spoke, completely shattering the male neighbor’s heart.
And thoroughly extinguishing any chance of the male neighbor staying alive.
For some reason, the male neighbor didn’t struggle, just looked down at Ruan Qing sitting obediently on the couch, then slowly closed his eyes.
In just a few seconds, the male neighbor had lost his breath completely.
A large amount of blood seeped from his chest, soaking a large portion of his shirt and presenting a horrifying sight.
Ruan Qing: “...” What a lie, the smell of blood was so strong.
And he could vaguely see the patches of red, clearly blood.
With this amount of bleeding, survival would be extremely difficult.
It seemed that when it came to murder; the murderer had the upper hand; he was probably a professional killer.
Next, the murderer took advantage of the blood, only wetting the male neighbor’s clothes, pulled the man down to prevent blood from dripping onto his wife.
He saw the perplexity still lingering on his wife’s delicate face, and he continued to speak calmly, “Didn’t I buy chicken when I came back just now? I was planning to make chicken soup for lunch today. Maybe some blood splattered on me when I slaughtered the chicken.”
“You didn’t get any on you, did you?”
Ruan Qing’s confusion faded at this point, and he shook his head slightly.
The murderer breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing his reaction. He spoke gently like a breeze. “Continue listening to the radio, dear. I’ll call you when lunch is ready.”
As his wife nodded in response, the murderer grabbed the male neighbor and dragged him straight into the kitchen, forcibly shoving him into the freezer.
Hmm... didn’t seem to fit well.
The freezer wasn’t small, but squeezing two men who were about six feet tall was still a bit of a struggle, after all.
Unless he dismembered the body.
But that would make too much noise and his wife would surely hear it. Besides, dismembering a body at home would look incredibly gruesome.
It seemed he needed to find an opportunity to dispose of the bodies.
The murderer extended his foot and stomped hard on the body on top.
The sound of bones breaking immediately echoed, possibly a spinal bone or a leg bone. Either way, it just about fit now.
Yang Tianhao gleefully took off the ring from the male neighbor’s hand, put it on his own finger, and then closed the freezer door.
He had long noticed that this thief not only wanted to steal his wife, but also took his ring.
Ha, shameless.
But from now on, there would only be one Yang Tianhao.
The kitchen appeared no different from usual, except for the two bodies in the freezer. There were no bloodstains on the walls, and the floor wasn’t scattered with a half-cut mouse.
The kitchen knife was neatly placed on the cutting board, even the notch on the wall caused by the knife had been restored.
As if the events before were all an illusion.
If the male neighbor were still alive, he would definitely sense something wrong, but standing in the kitchen at this moment was ‘Yang Tianhao’.
After closing the freezer door, Yang Tianhao skillfully took out the chicken and cleaned it before chopping it up.
Initially, Yang Tianhao knew how to stew chicken soup, but as he recalled the meal he made yesterday, he hesitated for a moment. He quietly took out his phone and began searching online for a tutorial on how to stew the chicken soup.
The best-tasting method actually required simmering for six hours? At the very least, it would take an hour?
Yang Tianhao looked expressionlessly at the minced chicken pieces and ultimately decided to stew them another time.
In the gap of cooking the soup, Yang Tianhao took down the photo in the living room.
The photo wasn’t hung by him; he just noticed the thief’s attention on it and saw it as a good opportunity to take action.
Yang Tianhao flipped the photo back and forth, finding nothing special about it except for a faint trace of blood on the back.
The bloodstains had dried up, and it was impossible to determine whose blood it was.
Yang Tianhao didn’t bother investigating the oddness of the photo. He simply snapped it in half and tossed it into the trash can as if discarding rubbish without a second thought.
He then returned to the kitchen once again, happily preparing a heartfelt lunch.
His wife was in the living room listening to the radio’s sound. He was busy making lunch in the kitchen, with no one intrusive to disturb them.
It was warm and blissful.
By night, as long as he found an excuse, he should be able to cuddle up and sleep together with his fragrant and soft wife.
And he and his wife were legally wedded husbands; whatever they did was legal.
Like kissing and hugging and such...
Maybe he could have their own wedding night.
Hehe... Hehe...
Just thinking about it excited Yang Tianhao greatly, making him burst into silly laughter.
If not for his handsome and wicked face holding up, he might have given off a somewhat lascivious feeling.
Yang Tianhao felt like his entire body was bubbling with happiness. Even cooking a meal felt like doing something incredibly joyful. He picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks, about to take a bite, when suddenly the sound of the doorbell rang from outside the door.
The sound of the radio stopped in the living room, and Yang Tianhao, with chopsticks in hand, froze.
Yang Tianhao poked his head out from the kitchen, speaking in a perfectly normal tone, “Darling, I’m cooking. I can’t leave right now. Could you open the door?”
“Sure.” Ruan Qing got up and walked towards the door, groping his way.
And Yang Tianhao stood hidden by the kitchen doorway, warily looking towards the entrance.
Ruan Qing opened the door, his beautiful eyes looking hollow and lifeless as he politely asked, “Hello, may I ask who you’re looking for?”
“Looking for you,” the person who came replied. The voice was very familiar—it was Teacher Xia from Xishan Kindergarten.
This teacher haven't learned his lesson yet ig
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ReplyDeleteBro who's house are you knocking? Smh thanks for the chapter~
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