The warm liquid suddenly splashed onto my face and slowly slid down my face. I couldn't believe what I saw in front of me. The man who was pleading a second ago had his throat slashed with a knife.
I leaned back against the door in horror. The unclosed iron door collided with a loud noise. Chen Chuan slowly turned around and looked back at me, as if frozen. His face, which had always been calm and gentle, was splattered with blood.
"I was discovered by you, Qiuqiu."
He still had a beautiful and gentle smile as before. The smile that had made me feel at ease countless times now made me feel so scary.
"Why, why did you kill him?" I heard my trembling voice and watched Chen Chuan walking towards me step by step on the river of blood. I wanted to retreat, but there was no way out. I cried uncontrollably and my legs went weak. I closed my eyes and dared not look at Chen Chuan.
I felt him standing in front of me, and his cold hands through rubber gloves gently touched my cheek.
"If he treats you badly, he deserves to die."
Chen Chuan's voice came softly, but it was like a big mountain pressing down on me. He felt it was not enough and continued:
"Your father, your mother, your brother, your teachers, your seniors, including the one just now, who was your boss, were all killed by me." He leaned down in my ear, like Satan's whisper, and repeated softly, "Qiuqiu, they are not good to you, they all deserve to die."
Intention: That is the hand of salvation stretched out from another abyss