There was a gunshot.
Mo Sen himself shrank his neck first: "Fuck, it's so noisy...!"
The neighbor man was shocked and stunned, and his brain was in chaos. After two seconds, he touched the side of his face with trembling hands. No blood was found, but the burning sensation of the bullet rapidly grazing his skin still remained on his face. He curled up in disbelief. He raised his fingers and subconsciously looked back to look for bullet holes in the wall.
"Hello--!"
The hunched-down Moson, who was described as wretched, raised his gun again and threatened, "Don't even think about moving a centimeter, do you understand?"
The scene suddenly cut, and the neighbor was tightly bound with thick tape from his eyes and mouth to his arms to his wrists and ankles, and hemp ropes tied him tightly to the back seat.
Mohsen looked left and right on the balcony, and after a while he turned back and muttered irritably:
"This woman really moved for me..."
He closed the balcony door, tightened the curtain, stretched out his hand and tore off the tape that sealed the neighbor's door.
"I-didn't I tell you, she just moved away——"
The man gasped for air and made a sound in embarrassment.
Mawson ignored him, took out his pistol from his coat pocket, and kicked his neighbor in the calf in a circle.
"Where has she moved?"
"...I told you I don't know!" The neighbor's face was slapped with the barrel of the pistol, and he was kicked sideways. Half of his face was already covered in blood. He silently told the audience what they were seeing. What kind of atrocities have been encountered in places where I have not visited.
Mohsen walked back to his neighbor with a gloomy expression.
"You know that?" He raised his pistol and pointed it at him.
For one second, two seconds, Mo Sen didn't hear the answer, and a small ball of fire suddenly burst out from the muzzle.
"Uh-huh!"
The neighbor shivered violently, red blood flew out, and a round bloody hole suddenly appeared on his cheek near his lips.
"Ho...ho..."
He was panting with great difficulty, but all he could make was the sound of air leaking like a broken bellows. His tongue and teeth seemed to be broken into pieces in his mouth, and his words were slurred.
"How come...I don't know how to go around..."
boom!
The neighbor's head suddenly fell backward, and a large amount of blood splattered on the wall behind him.
After being shot in the head by Mawson, his body still followed its inertia and swayed slightly back and forth. After a while, he was like a broken roly-poly, slumped upright on the armchair, and made no more noise.
As night turned to dawn, police cars roared and stopped in front of the townhouse. The police officers who got out of the car heard the milkman talk about "the milk storage box is full, and the family has not taken away the fresh milk they ordered for several days" and other abnormal situations. Damon and the four people outside the screen were silent for a long time.
Counting neighbors, this is the first innocent person Moson has killed...?
"That guy, Mo Sen, he is completely hopeless!"
Cao Hao's wailing suddenly sounded in their ears, and everyone felt sad.
Roberto's drink has been in his hand for a long time. There is only half of it left in it, but it has been completely forgotten by the holder.
A little queasy.
Roberto's face showed discomfort. He had played many violent games himself, and bloody headshot scenes were common, even if the person who was hit was an ordinary person - so what about ordinary people? There are all NPCs in the game, and their purpose is to give players the freedom to kill them. If they die, they will die. There is no need to talk about morality at all.
But, but now this is... reality.
If I remember correctly, are guns and ammunition strictly prohibited in Longzhou?
This means that ordinary residents may never actually see a handgun in their entire lives...
Killed casually by completely unexpected people, using completely unexpected weapons.
Just for being nosy?
...But even if the neighbor can barely say "there are extenuating circumstances", what about the female white-collar worker? Just because she said one more thing about Mawson being weird?
Taking a step back, the employee and his wife who are now being investigated by the police...what did they do wrong?
The more Roberto thought about it, the colder his back became.
Please, no matter who you are, please hurry up and stop Mo Sen.
He prayed in a very rare and heartfelt way.
Next update: 11.30 pm
(End of chapter)
