Villain, Please Go Easy on Me

81-85

81. Psychology: Caught by the Murderer

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

But Su Bei couldn’t just ignore the knocking at the door, finally he got up to answer it.

Just at this time, Xiao Qianran’s phone call came in.

Su Bei picked up the phone while walking. As he opened the door and then said hello,

the phone dropped on the floor.

Xiao Qianran also heard the dropping sound and then got hung up.

He frowned, subconsciously feeling that something went wrong.

But soon he received a message from Su Bei: Sorry, the receiver was broken. I will call you back.

Xiao Qianran suddenly got up, picked up the suit in the chair, directly called the police, and then went to Su Bei’s home.

It was raining hard and the whole world was blurring.

Xiao Qianran drove downstairs of Su Bei’s home, and took the elevator up.

He knocked on the door and then made a phone call.

The phone was powered off. And no one answered the door.

Xiao Qianran lifted his foot and kicked at the door.

After a few kicks, the door opened, no one was inside.

When Su Bei woke up, he felt extremely cold all over.

He looked around. It was like an abandoned factory.

And he was thrown in the corner, bound.

Not far away was cooking a pot of greasy soup.

He felt huge pain in the head, so never open the door without knowing who was out. It was dangerous.

As he opened the door, he got assaulted.

He completely had no idea what had happened.

Su Bei soon heard footsteps, approaching.

A middle-aged man wearing take-away clothes grinned at Su Bei, kind of creepy.

“You moths of the society,” he said, as if to himself, “are wasting food by ordering takeout every day and making not contributions to society.”

“Why? Why do I have to deliver for these social moths every day and got bullied by you?”

Su Bei understood, it was a delivery man who was bullied, so he wanted to kill people and take revenge on society.

Oh no! He only ordered takeout food for two days. He was innocent!

And he never said bad words about any delivery man.

Suddenly, Su Bei remembered that the talk of those middle-aged men when camping, they said that there were two serial killers who specially aimed at Otaku. Was he really so unlucky to meet one of them?

So down on his luck?

He was a man who had never won any lotteries.

Such small odds even happened on him? Shouldn’t he buy a lottery ticket or what?

Su Bei looked calm on the surface, but actually crazily complaining in his heart.

And then it occurred to him that he would fail the mission if he died, which made it even sadder.

He was not afraid of death but only afraid of mission failed, really.

That delivery man took a knife to approach to him, waved it on Su Bei’s body several times, “Which part do you like to eat?”