C30 Depiction

The tenant of 1808 was lying stiff on the red plush carpet without moving an inch. Quan San wasn't scared at all as he calmly sat in front of the sofa with his phone and sent a text message to Heimu.

On the other end, he also sent a text message to Jiang Xiaoyu, Rita Hotel was a hotel chain run by Jiang Xiaoyu's lover, Bing Qilin, and it had to be called Jiang Xiaoyu. Today, the video recording of the entire floor would be intercepted and the entire building would need to be renovated, the most important thing was the distribution of the guests on the entire floor and their background.

His face was pale and he slowly moved closer to the corpse on the ground. His almond eyes were filled with fear, to the point where he completely forgot about Quan San who was lying leisurely at the side.

He couldn't breathe, so he couldn't make his heart drop. His hands and feet were cold, and his legs were shaking. He had killed someone, he had killed someone, he had killed someone …

He stretched out his trembling hand and fiercely suppressed his fear. His fingers curled up like they were burnt tendons by flames. Slowly … Bit by bit … It reached towards the man's nose.

Shock! No breath!

His eye sockets were immediately dyed red, as if he had been thrown into a sauna to steam. His entire body was covered in cold sweat, and his trembling hand once again reached towards the man's blood-stained chest.

He was so scared that Shui Se was unable to determine whether the human heart was on the left or right. His fingers were trembling as he randomly touched the dead body of the man that had lost its temperature. His mind was blank and he forgot everything.

"Take a bath." Quan San's voice without any temperature suddenly sounded from behind Shui Se, shocking Shui Se Three Souls, causing them to be scared out of their wits, causing them to quiver as they scuttled forward.

Seeing Quan San's vicious face, Shui Se blurted out subconsciously, "He's dead …"

"I've fainted." This lie wasn't wise, but it didn't look weird on Quan San's face. It was as if the guy on the ground really passed out instead of dead.

"Yes, yes?" Subconsciously running away, the pale-faced Shui Se was actually willing to believe this lie.

"Let's go in." Quan San didn't give Shui Se any opportunity to ask him questions. He directly pulled him by the wrist and pushed him into the bathroom in the bedroom. Then, he began to strip Shui Se's clothes roughly.

A sense of fear rose up in his heart as soon as he left the tiger cave and entered the wolf's den. Shui Se reflexively punched towards Quan San, who was making a move against him.

The man didn't have any extra time to waste with Shui Se so he decisively made a move this time. With a hand cut, Wu Tie directly fainted, followed by Quan San swiftly pulled off Shui Se's blood-stained clothes and threw him into the bathtub. A regular knocking sound also came from outside the door.

Heimu moved very quickly. There were already employees wearing cleaning clothes working in the corridor outside the door. The one that entered the room with Heimu was a beauty.

Quan San pushed open the door of the bathroom and walked in. The bathroom was bright, causing the entire room to be as bright as day. He stood in front of the bathtub with his head down, looking down at the unconscious Shui Se in the water.

Half of the man's hair was in warm water, the other half on the pool wall, and the other half on the side of his cheek. He was lying with his head on the side, his high nose shading the slanted beam above his head, casting a shadow over the side of his face.

She had a very elegant face, thin eyelashes, delicate skin, light lips, a clean chin, and round lips …

His chin was connected to his neck and swung out in a smooth arc, making his Adam's apple clearly visible. A piece of his neck was stuck between his white and clean neck. It was neither coarse nor delicate, but just perfect.

Yesterday, Quan San was too focused on his work that he didn't have the time to carefully appreciate his body. At this moment, the unconscious Shui Se was lying there irresistibly, no matter how he looked.

The man's eyes were sharper than an eagle's, and a scar suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Instinctively, he reached out his hand to touch the thin white line under the water.

Quan San understood all of this because of that top quality doctor in his brother's house. That guy was doing plastic surgery, and he was wandering around in front of them like a butterfly when there was nothing to do. He pointed at someone's nose and eyes and said he needed to use a knife.

The knife wound had a vertical cut, the suture had meat thread (the kind that could automatically absorb Zhang He), the cheap ordinary thread that needed to be removed after healing, and the constant exposure to the ear. This allowed Quan San to memorize Liao Xiangyun's words backwards.

Men like Teng Zifeng's partner, Ren Mowan, were still rare, so Quan San didn't think about it at all. When he saw the slightly slanted cut scar under Shui Se's belly, the first thought that popped into the man's mind was that he had misjudged it. He didn't expect the seemingly gentle and elegant Shui Se to be so anxious that he would bite.

Something went wrong today. Otherwise, that knife would have been Shui Se's weapon, the tough little wild cat, waiting to stab him to death.

A man is a man. If a woman is raped, she will only cry. If a man is violated, then he will think that it's either you or me who lives.

Quan San grabbed a clean towel that was hanging on the side, scooped it out of the water and wrapped Wu Tie up, then carried him onto his shoulder and went straight to the double bed in the bedroom. What he needed to do now was hug the man and sleep in the bedroom next to the dismemberment site.

During his long drowsiness, Shui Se had a dream. His body was tightly held by a python, so tight that he seemed to hear the sound of his bones breaking. He was unable to move, unable to move a single step.

Golden and pink peach plush curtains pulled tightly against the landscape windows separated the interior from the outside world, one bright and one dark.

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