Chapter 27: The Person in the Monitor

Another Black man watched the afro-haired Black man, who had been stabbed in the heart with blood gushing out, turn back in shock before collapsing, and asked the dazed knife-wielding Black man in terror: "Holy shit, Eric, what the fuck are you doing!"

But he didn't expect his question to go unanswered; instead, a blade came swinging at his head.

Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, and in the blink of an eye he retreated two steps, narrowly dodging the blade.

Watching the sharp blade sweep past before his eyes, the cold gleam of the blade at this moment sent a chill down the tall Black man's spine and made his scalp go numb.

He let out a terrified cry, rolled sideways violently to dodge another fatal blow, then scrambled up and ran.

He didn't know why Eric had killed the afro-haired man and wanted to kill him too, but he knew that if he didn't hurry, he would die here tonight.

So, while Eric was getting up after missing and falling, he ran out at the fastest speed of his life, yanked the door open, and the joy of escaping surged into his heart in that instant.

But before he could joyfully step out, a long leg kicked over and hit him squarely in the stomach; this kick actually sent his 200-pound body flying two or three meters, flying back into the living room.

How could Eric with the knife let this opportunity pass? He roared like a beast and pounced, pinning down the Black man who had escaped but was kicked back, and stabbed through his neck with one blow.

All these changes happened in an instant: from Eric stabbing the afro-haired man in the back, piercing through the heart's position, to the burly Black man running away, being kicked back, and then having his throat artery pierced by one blow.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The two Asian men and women who witnessed all this were dumbfounded, especially the burly Black man who had clearly run to the door but was still kicked back by a long leg.

He truly flew back, thudding onto the ground, showing how powerful that kick was? The strangest thing was that knife-wielding Black man, who had just been called Eric by name, why did he kill two companions? The two Asian men and women looked at Eric with terror mixed with confusion; after stabbing his two companions to death, his eyes struggled, and he slowly raised the knife... pointing it at his own heart.

The heart is in the left chest, protected by ribs; this Eric, in terror and unwillingness, actually aimed at the gap between the ribs, then exerted force with both hands.

The knife that had just killed his two companions, carrying his companions' blood, stabbed into his own chest and pierced into his heart; at that moment, Eric finally came to his senses.

But it was too late! The dying Eric saw a young girl, a girl between 18 and 20 years old, seemingly of mixed race, appearing to be of South American descent, looking at him coldly...

Then he knew nothing more.

It was just that his expression before death was as if he had seen something terrifying and unbelievable; his eyes widened, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

The door was open, but no one came in; everything in the house quieted down, as if nothing had happened.

After several minutes of deathly silence, the Asian man came to his senses and looked at the knife in the Black man's chest on the ground.

He looked back at the woman, who also had a look of having survived a disaster, struggled to stand up, put his legs together, and jumped toward the Black man on the ground.

He squatted down, with difficulty pulled the knife from the Black man's chest, cut the rope tied to his feet, then clamped it with his foot and used the rope in his hand to rub against the blade, finally cutting the rope on his hands.

After regaining his freedom, he of course first went to untie his woman's hands and feet, then cautiously took the knife to check the situation at the door.

But strangely discovered there was no one at all.

He carefully locked the iron gate and closed the room door; looking back, his woman, though her hands and feet had been untied, had already been scared limp on the ground.

Looking at the three corpses on the ground with a terrified face! He quickly put down the knife, ran over to hug the woman and comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay, they're all dead!"

It was then that the woman came to her senses; with a "wah," she threw herself into the man's arms and cried her heart out. Even so... the woman still remembered to lower her voice so as not to alarm others, showing how careful and cautious these two usually were in their daily lives.

But they still encountered such a thing!

"Husband, what do we do since people are dead? And, they died so strangely..."

The woman asked in a trembling voice in the man's arms; her mind was already in chaos, and she simply dared not think about what to do next.

Indeed very strange; so strange that even if they were saved, they were terrified beyond measure.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay! It's good that they're dead, it's good that they're dead!"

The man could only comfort her this way; he also knew that those few Black men had died very strangely just now.

It was that knife-wielding man who was strange; especially that Black man named Eric who wielded the knife—after killing two companions, he actually acted so ruthlessly toward his own heart.

If this isn't strange...

"That Black man seemed to be possessed by a ghost; did you see anyone outside the door?

That leg that kicked back the man with the knife..."

The woman, who had been covering her mouth and sobbing for a while, finally truly came to her senses and asked about the situation her husband had seen when he went to the door.

The man shook his head: "Can't see anyone, no one, the whole street is empty!"

But don't worry; I installed a monitor outside the door. I'll check the monitor in a moment to see who helped us!"

Possessed by a ghost? After the woman said this, he also realized it really seemed so!

Otherwise, that knife-wielding Eric couldn't possibly have killed two companions, nor could he have been so ruthless to himself, stabbing through his own heart with one blow.

Either he was hypnotized, or he was possessed by a ghost; anyway, it's not normal!

If not for that kick that sent the burly Black man back from outside the door, they could have thought that knife-wielding Black man had a fit, went insane, killed his companions, and then killed himself.

But that kick that sent the man back truly told them that there was a mastermind behind all of this.

Chen Yaozu, after letting a Brazilian female ghost possess him to deal with the three Black men, flashed away, hiding his merit and fame.

But he didn't expect that there was a camera at the door; now the man in the house was checking the camera's monitor on his phone and saw his appearance.

He also saw him giving orders to no one beside him; at that time, it was exactly the moment the knife-wielding Black man in the house swung his knife at his companion.

He also saw the door being pulled open; the Asian man waiting outside kicked the Black man who opened the door back.

The man checking the monitor had a flash of gratitude in his eyes, remembered this person's appearance, then deleted all the monitor videos, took out the memory card and burned it.

Then he took out his phone and called the Fuzhou gang leader in the Hua Ren Qu: "Brother Rusong, I agree to join the Fuzhou Gang, but... now please come help me deal with a few corpses; I killed a few people..."

(Chapter End)