Looking at Zhao Ping's slightly red eyes, Qian Xueling was stunned.
The same scene was also seen by Cheng Ying and Yao Fujiang. They both saw the red eyes of the man with glasses. Only Zhao Pingping did not change his expression. The man was very calm. After saying a word to Qian Xueling, he turned around again. He looked straight out the door and straight ahead on the street.
There was nothing in front of him, except Fang Hai's long-broken corpse.
but……
If you switch the camera to Zhao Ping's perspective at this moment, you will find...five meters away, next to the broken corpse, there is a woman wearing a pink dress!
The woman's skin was blue, her long hair was fluttering, and her body was motionless, just staring at Zhao Ping.
The strange thing is that when he saw this pink-skirted female locust for the first time, which scared countless people, the man with glasses did not panic like others. Although he clearly saw that the female locust represented death, the man's face did not show any signs of it. There are different colors of fear, but some are just calmness and meticulous observation.
Zhao Ping and the girl in pink skirt were looking at each other like this. After a while, the girl moved. Under the gaze of the man with glasses, she raised her arm and made a downward slashing motion. Then she pointed at her eyes until all the movements were completed. After she finished, 'she' smiled, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and showed a weird smile towards Zhao Ping. Then, the female mannequin disappeared, disappeared out of thin air, and disappeared from sight in an instant.
"Zhao Ping, you..."
Seeing the other person's eyes were reddish, and seeing the other person staring at the air, Cheng Ying panicked. Her forehead was sweating and her heart was trembling due to a sudden chill. She was dumbfounded. For the first time, she was in the calm and normal state of the man with glasses. Her mind was in a trance, and she didn't know what to say or do. She just stared at the other person and opened her mouth to speak. She said the other person's name, but she couldn't say the next words anyway.
Next, a stormy wave buried him, clearly telling her that Zhao Ping, the man with glasses in front of her was the next victim and the next person to die! ! !
Shocked and hesitant, Cheng Ying remained silent for half of what she said. However, even before she finished speaking, Zhao Ping still understood what the other party meant. He nodded as if he knew what the other party was planning to ask and replied: "Yes, I saw the pink skirt." Female locust, the female locust has disappeared just now.”
Having said this, he lowered his head and glanced at his body, observed a few times, then raised his head and continued: "I guess the female hawk is cutting my body at this moment. It seems...it seems that I will become a pile of pieces in a short time." Corpse."
"No! I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die! Woo, woo, woo!"
The man with glasses finished his words and didn't wait for anyone else to reply. Qian Xueling, who had been dazed for a long time, suddenly came back to her senses and shouted suddenly. Then she jumped directly on the man. She hugged him tightly, holding on to him tightly, and shed tears. Swarming out from the eye sockets!
Qian Xueling burst into tears.
It was a coincidence. Let's not talk about how Qian Xueling cried. Because the man with glasses spoke frankly without any scruples, the few words he just said were naturally transmitted to the ears of others by Cheng Yingwai. They were also transmitted to the ears of everyone present. They instinctively turned their heads and stared. , after discovering that the man's eyes were indeed faintly red, Gao Jikun's fat body was trembling, Yue Xiao was dumbfounded, their bodies trembled suddenly, they both took a few steps back, and the eyes they looked at the man became weird. There was no other reason, or maybe they both Never in my wildest dreams did I expect that the situation would turn out like this, nor did I expect that the smart-looking man with glasses opposite him would be unable to protect himself in the blink of an eye. Reminiscent of the fact that the two of them had hoped to be protected by each other earlier, it was so ridiculous to think about it now!
This is the reality of people. After learning that the man with glasses was about to die, the newlyweds, who had tried to get closer, gave up their thoughts and fled away.
Different from Cheng Ying's horrified daze, different from Qian Xueling's sad crying, and different from the newcomer's avoidance, perhaps Yao Fujiang is the only one who has a complicated attitude towards the fact that the man with glasses is about to die soon.
Complex, incomparably complex, he has a blank attitude towards the situation of the man with glasses. There is no denying that the boy with the crew cut really hates this man. In his opinion, the man with glasses is really despicable, sinister and ruthless. He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. He once even killed his own teacher because of this. He hated so much that there was a time when he wished he could kill this guy all the time. However, at this moment, staring at the man with glasses, staring at the man who was calm and silent when he was about to die, for some reason, the hatred he felt in the past was at this moment. It is much lighter, and there is only complexity, confusion, and the unconcealable sadness of the death of the rabbit and the fox.
The reason is very simple. Just imagine, if even someone like Zhao Ping dies and cannot break the attack of the female locust, how long can Yao Fujiang survive? It is undoubtedly only a matter of time before he is killed!
In front of the door, there was endless crying and sobbing.
Just as Qian Xueling was holding Zhao Ping in tears and crying, suddenly, the woman was stunned, and then she let go of her arms as if she had thought of something, lowered her head to rummage, and reached into her pocket as if to take out something. , seeing this, Zhao Ping shook his head silently: "Put away your props, it's useless. The female locust has always killed people according to the rules, and any exorcism props are completely ineffective."
Although the bespectacled man told the truth and shook his head in refusal, Qian Xueling was still stubborn and stubbornly took out the red crystal as a protective tool. Unfortunately...
As Zhao Ping said just now, the red crystal did not respond.
It was completely silent when he was 100% sure that there was a cockroach next to the man with glasses, but it was completely ineffective when the cockroach was so close.
Seeing that the props were ineffective, Qian Xueling suddenly felt confused, tears flowed out again, and she was stunned and fell into despair.
In the silence, beside her, Cheng Ying came to her senses, broke away from the earlier trance and panic, regained her composure, and after confirming that Zhao Ping was the next person to be attacked, she somehow frowned, The professional killer turned around and left, left the door and walked straight towards the sofa in the living room. Sensing his movements, Zhao Ping put on his glasses again, then raised his legs and returned, walked back to the sofa and sat down opposite Cheng Ying.
Looking at the other person's lowered head in deep thought, the man did not interrupt or make a sound, only his face showed some subtle changes.
Time passed by second by second, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing.
During the process of contemplation, Cheng Ying raised her head and glanced at Zhao Ping opposite her, then lowered her head again without saying a word. In contrast, the man with glasses also remained silent from beginning to end, sitting opposite each other like two mutes under the suspicious gazes of the people in front of the door. The silence left everyone in a daze, especially Gao Jikun and Yue Xiao, who couldn't help but have questions in their minds.
That is, this man with glasses is about to die, why is he still so calm?
No one knows the answer, no one knows the reason, the only thing they know is... After about another minute, Cheng Ying, who had lowered her head in deep thought, stood up and left her seat. She first glanced sideways at Chen Xiaoyao, who had not spoken for a long time in front of the door, and then turned her gaze. He looked at Zhao Ping, pointed to the bedroom, and finally said in a complicated tone:
"Come with me, I have something to talk to you alone."
