I always attack him by his appearance [Quick Time Travel]

Black stockings

  "Ah!" He Zixing sat up abruptly, staring blankly at the familiar room through his sweat-soaked eyelashes. He tried to make some sounds, "Ah, ah..." He was able to speak, but he was not dumb, fortunately.

    "Mr. He, what's wrong with you?" the system asked worriedly.

    He Zixing was confused for a moment, and everything that was chaotic and terrifying in the dream just now dissipated like an ebb tide.

    "I..." He couldn't remember it again. Although it was a nightmare, he still felt a strong sense of loss after waking up: "I had a nightmare, and I was someone else in the dream, but what exactly happened..." He shook his head. Shaking his head, the headache got worse, so he had to give up, "I forgot again..."

    "Don't force yourself, let nature take its course." The system comforted.

    "Yeah." He Zixing raised his hand and pressed his chest, trying to press the heartbroken feeling brought out of the dream back into his body.

    At almost the same moment, Xiao Zhi also woke up from the nightmare. He rarely dreams, and the only nightmares are related to Lan Yi. He brushed his hair irritably, picked up the cigarette case and prepared to smoke outside, but stopped at the door.

    He hid sideways behind the wall, looking through the glass window at the dimly lit street outside.

    A woman wearing a short skirt and high heels has just come out of Boss Qian's hot pot restaurant, and she can be recognized as a big wave at a glance by her hairstyle and figure.

    Da Bo came out of the hot pot restaurant and stopped when passing the haggis soup shop. He took off his stockings on the street and threw the lumps into the trash can on the side of the road. Then he continued on and returned to their In the barber shop.

    The lights of the hot pot restaurant were dark from the beginning to the end, and there was no second person.

    Xiao Zhi stared outside while smoking, and after finishing smoking three or four cigarettes, he quietly left the shop. He took a shoehorn in his hand and went straight to the trash can in front of the haggis soup shop.

    The trash can is shared, and it was very dirty from the inside to the outside, Xiao Zhi frowned and quickly dug it out twice, and took out a ball of textiles.

    He hooked the thing to the ground, fiddled with it a few times with the shoehorn, and looked at the street lamp to see that it was a pair of extremely torn black stockings. The holes that were torn on the top silently accused the cruelty of the killer.

    Xiao Zhi sneered in his heart, hooked the shoehorn to the stockings and threw it back into the trash can, and the shoehorn was also thrown directly into the trash can.

    There were some noises from the barber shop, and Xiao Zhi's side was hidden in the shadow beside the door of the haggis soup shop. After a while, the lights in the barbershop were turned on, and a man and a woman came out with their arms in their arms.

    The two of them came towards Xiao Zhi, Xiao Zhi was standing against the wall in the backlight, the two of them were only focused on whispering and didn't notice him.

    "It's really bad luck, crying and crying in the middle of the night." It was the man who complained.

    "Sister Xiaoya doesn't usually act like this, maybe she met a bad customer." It was Hei Changzhi's voice.

    "What do you call a bad guest?"

    "It's just..." Hei Chang whispered close to the man's ear. The two had already walked away, and the sound of their conversation disappeared into the night.