It Was You

There was a strange dead silence in the air. In the cold basement, the air seemed to be frozen into ice one point one, which made people feel cold on their backs.

In the cold darkness, a small sound suddenly sounded. It was a very weak sound of leather shoes rubbing the ground. If one didn't listen carefully, he couldn't hear it at all.

The man had good ears. An imperceptible coldness and cruelty flashed through his slightly narrowed eyes, and his chest was heaving violently.

"Mr. Hogan, the trap in the Dragon City has been set up, and Martin has set out to the Dragon City in person as planned. The Zhou clan is also investigating the clues. Do we need to carry out the next step?" Standing behind the sofa, Barnes lowered his head and said in a slightly low and hoarse voice.

Hearing this, the man pinched the glass with his fair finger, and the wine glass between his fingers broke into pieces. The broken glass pieces pierced into the flesh. The fresh red blood was in sharp contrast to the white skin, which was somewhat frightening but inexplicable tempting.

The man slowly raised his hand, stretched out his long tongue and gently licked the blood on the wound. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood filled his mouth. The familiar smell of blood, along with the blood, spread to his limbs and bones. The man's purple black eyes suddenly were filled with overwhelming cold killing intent.

The man's voice was extremely cold, "No, we don't have to."

Barnes slightly raised his eyebrows, which seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost. His dark eyes under the glasses stared at the man for a moment, "Yes, Mr. Hogan."

After saying that, Barnes left quietly, as if he had never been here.

In the darkness, the man snorted. His deep eyes flashed for a moment, but soon returned to dead silence.

"Honey, I've been looking for you for 21 years. You're mine... No one can take you away from me! "

In the Yan Garden.

up, Cassandra called Martin to make sure that

as she opened the micro-blog, her face

there was a piece of shocking news -- Lance was dead and the

no monitoring in his home, the police could only deduce the estimated time of death from the corpse examination. Moreover, according to the surveillance equipment of the community,

media scrambled to report it. Now the whole case had been spread everywhere, and the conclusion of conspiracy and murder was gradually revealed. The police carried great pressure and promised to solve the case

Lance seemed to have died of a sudden disease or suicide, because there was no other evidence

photos posted on the Internet. From the photos, she could clearly see that there were no signs of fighting in Lance's house,

But...

of such an unimportant person like Lance attract so

her eyes were fixed on the screen of the mobile phone. Lance was indeed hateful, but he didn't deserve to die. Perhaps it was because she had died once that she knew more about

hot search of microblog, there were many new posts, and some people also stood out to expose the notorious deeds of Lance. The implication was that a hypocrite like Lance deserved more

blade in words, but it could

since a repeated slander made others believe and the rumors were

had already been hurt were still exposed and criticized, which

rubbed between her eyebrows tiredly, put down the phone and threw it aside. At that moment, an unprecedented loneliness suddenly emerged from the bottom of

people, but even though there were people around

Martin...

boundless snowfield, smashing down fiercely like thunder. She did not know what would happen in the future. Perhaps it was a deep abyss,

But so what?

with Martin. Even if she died, she was willing to die in his