Chapter 81 Psychology: Caught by a Murderer

But knocking on the door can't be left alone, so Subei got up to open the door.

Just at this time, Xiao Qianran's phone also came.

Subei picked up the phone while walking, opened the door, and gave a sip.

The phone fell to the ground.

Xiao Qianran on the other end also heard the sound of the phone landing, and then hung up.

He frowned, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong.

But soon I received a text message from North Jiangsu: I'm sorry, the phone receiver is broken, I'll call you next time.

Xiao Qianran stood up abruptly, picked up the suit on the chair, called the police station directly, and then went to Subei's house.

It was raining so hard that the whole world was blurred.

Xiao Qianran drove to the downstairs of Subei's house and took the elevator up.

He knocked on the door of Subei's house, then made a phone call.

The phone was off, and the door was not opened.

Xiao Qianran raised his foot and kicked the door.

After a few kicks, the door was kicked open, and no one was inside.

When Subei woke up, his whole body was extremely cold.

He looked around, like an abandoned factory.

And he was tied hands and feet and thrown into the corner.

There is a pot of soup cooking not far away, and the taste is very greasy.

He felt a little pain in his head, so don't open the door randomly in the future, something will happen.

He had just opened the door when he was attacked.

Have absolutely no idea what's going on.

Subei soon heard footsteps, from far to near.

A middle-aged man wearing food delivery clothes grinned at Subei, a little intimidating.

He seemed to be talking to himself: "You worms in society, you only order takeout every day, waste food, and don't contribute to society."

"Why, why should I deliver food to you social assholes every day, and be bullied by you."

Subei understood, this man was delivering food, and then he was scolded, so he killed.

No, he only ordered takeout for two days in North Jiangsu, and he was wronged to death.

And he never scolded food delivery.

Suddenly, Subei remembered the conversation of the uncles when they were camping, saying that there were two serial murderers who specialized in killing otaku, wouldn't he just run into him?

Are you so dark?

He is a person who has never drawn gold skins or ssr.

Such terrifying things can happen to him, should he buy a lottery ticket or something?

North Jiangsu was calm on the surface, but madly complained inside.

Then I remembered that if I died, the mission failed, and it was even more sad.

He is not afraid of death, he is afraid of mission failure, really.

The delivery guy brought a knife and gestured at Subei several times, "Which part do you like to eat?"

The hand behind Subei frantically wanted to break free from the rope, but his expression showed no clue. He said seriously: "I don't like eating meat, really."

The deliveryman raised his hand and gave Subei a slap, "You are talking nonsense, the takeaway you ordered is all meat."

Subei said, this is also wrong, is it unreasonable?

Well, there is no reason to talk to perverts.

Subei's wrist was burning with pain, and the skin was probably torn apart.

But the good news is that the rope has been loosened a little, and he has to stabilize the deliveryman.

Subei blinked to make himself look more sincere, "This uncle, killing people is not good, really."

The uncle smiled, "I didn't kill people, I just killed you assholes in society, so it doesn't count as murder."

Subei continued to fool around, "Uncle, look, if you were thrown into prison for our social assholes, wouldn't it be worth it?"