Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

  Beidi, Qingping County, dusk, small attic.

   This is the area where Ji Que and Ning Hongyu discussed doing business on the way back, because the colorful brocade and dyed cloth here are famous.

   According to Ning Hongyu's observation, as long as they continue to cultivate, plus they invest properly and open up various channels, they can quickly grow bigger and stronger.

   At least there is no problem in making this Qingping Caijin popular in the Northland.

  But this place is not peaceful. For example, an unexpected visitor named Cao came to this small attic.

   "Unexpectedly, I came to this kind of place again."

   "I don't know why, but I was as nervous as the first time."

  Cao Ping curled up under the bed, feeling the long-lost tension and excitement.

  He looked at the woman in thin clothes not far away, adjusting his breathing rhythm.

   He shouldn't be so nervous.

  Before coming to Qingping County, he was a thief.

  The kind that specializes in wives.

  Unfortunately, when he had an affair with the fourth wife, he lost his hand, was broken by a leg, and soaked in the pig cage.

  Fortunately, the pig cage fell apart in the water, and after drinking countless saliva, his stomach was stretched twice, and he finally recovered his life.

  Cao Ping, who survived the catastrophe, vowed that he would never live with "color" in the future.

   After several years of self-cultivation and self-cultivation in this unknown county, Cao Ping, apart from going to the Goulan brothel to relieve the pressure, has become a real sage, who has nothing to do with "sex".

  He is no longer obsessed with stealing people.

   Steal Mrs.

  Unfortunately, Cao Ping still saw her.

  This Mrs. Zhao who is sitting in front of the dressing table at the moment.

  Ms. Zhao's family moved here from other places, and her husband runs a tailor shop.

  That day, he saw Mrs. Zhao carrying a vegetable basket and walking down the street with a slender figure, and suddenly had an irresistible urge.

  The urge to steal.

   Those who play in brothels, those who are young, and who still have charm, are after all throwing themselves into the arms, which is incomparable to stealing.

  For example, at this time, what attracted him most was Mrs. Zhao's tight legs.

I don’t know that **** silk seller invented a kind of “silk woven stockings”, which gradually spread in this county, adding a hazy feeling to women’s already seductive beautiful legs, making it even more addictive .

  Cao Ping happened to have a pair of such socks in his hand.

Black.

  He didn't want to go back to his old job, but just sneaked into Mrs. Zhao's room, slept on the bed she used to sleep in, and took the silk socks she wore, just wanting to feel her breath and soothe his restless heart.

  But Mrs. Zhao, who was supposed to go to the store to count the bills with her husband today, came back halfway and blocked him under the bed.

Maybe it's been a long time since I've done it, and I'm new at the moment, or maybe one of my legs is lame, and my movements are not as flexible as before, or this face is no longer young and handsome as before. Nervous, as can be seen from the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

  He used to steal people by relying on his own charm and surprise, which made the wives half-pushed and half-assed.

   But now he is no longer young, every time he wants to regain his confidence, the slightly protruding belly and the right leg that makes walking awkward will bring him back to reality in an instant.

  He no longer had the guts he had before.

  He really just wanted to feel the smell of Mrs. Zhao in her room, and took her things to vent his anger and leave.

  At this time, only a few crackling sounds were heard, and there were several more dresses and a purple obscene dress at Mrs. Zhao's feet.

  At this moment, Mrs. Zhao should be naked, with only a pair of crystal clear blue silk stockings all over her body.

   For a while, Cao Ping only felt hotter.

   Those beautiful feet walked to the closet and stopped.

  Cao Ping suddenly became nervous.

  When he was rummaging through clothes and knitting socks, he didn't seem to close the cabinet door tightly.

  Will Mrs. Zhao become alert and discover his existence?

  Cao Ping couldn't help but think of the experience of being broken and soaked in a pig cage, and broke out in a cold sweat.

  He was afraid and regretted for a moment, and just wanted to leave quickly.

   It’s really a knife on the head of the word color.

   After going out this time, I must not do this kind of thing again!

  Cao Ping made up his mind again.

   Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao just hesitated for a while, then put on a new dress and sat on the edge of the bed.

  The white and tender little feet and embroidered shoes are now only a short distance away from Cao Ping.

   He can even smell it.

  But now Cao Ping was terrified, and couldn't help breathing lightly, for fear that the breath from his nasal cavity would breathe on Mrs. Zhao's feet, which would attract her attention.

  At this moment, Cao Ping suddenly trembled all over.

  Because there was a knocking sound from the window of the house, two heavy knocks, three light knocks.

  He came in through that window.

   Mrs. Zhao got out of bed, opened the window, and a man's rough voice sounded quickly—"Madam, you kept me waiting.".

   "You"

  Cao Ping: "."

   This is not Mrs. Zhao's voice!

   He knows Tailor Zhao, his voice is a little thin, definitely not like this.

   In other words, Mrs. Zhao is stealing?

  The bitch

   After that, a pair of men's feet wearing black boots appeared in Cao Ping's sight.

   "Don't be in such a hurry."

   Madam Zhao said, with a coquettish tone in her voice.

  But it can be seen that the man is in a hurry.

  Cao Ping only felt the bed above his head sink, making him a little out of breath.

  Being a thief who steals both body and heart for many years, Cao Ping has never seen any scenes.

   But he had never seen such a scene.

   I actually met my colleagues, and I was still under their bed!

  The wooden bed made a creaking and shaking sound.

   After a while, the rocking of the wooden bed finally stopped as the man and woman let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

  At this time, the man said: "Madam, when I was in love with you just now, I suddenly remembered a joke I heard before."

   "What joke?" Mrs. Zhao asked suspiciously.

   "I used to have a good friend who accidentally fell off the bed when he was stealing like me. Guess what he saw?"

"what?"

   "He saw the lady's husband lying under the bed, looking at him in horror." The man joked.

   Mrs. Zhao became visibly nervous and said, "This is not funny at all."

  The man smiled and said, "Madam, don't you think that the husband is under the bed? Why don't you go down and have a look?"

  At this moment, Cao Ping's heart jumped into his throat.

  Ms. Zhao immediately said: "No, don't make trouble."

  The man said with a smile: "Even if your husband is here, I am not afraid. Madame should know how easy it is for me to kill a few people."

  Cao Ping's heart hung even higher.

   Dare to love this wild man or a ruthless character who kills people?

   If he is found, can he survive by kneeling down and begging for mercy?

   No, judging by the tone of this man, he must kill people to keep their secrets from being revealed.

   For a while, Cao Ping was terrified.

  He used to be lustful and bold, but after experiencing that setback, he was a little afraid of death.

   Fortunately, the two on the bed were just joking, and didn't really get out of bed to watch.

   After a period of tenderness, Mrs. Zhao let the man leave.

  The room on the second floor of the wooden building became quiet again.

   Until then, Cao Ping dared to let out a foul breath.

  Mrs. Zhao must be very tired. She will fall asleep later, so he can take the opportunity to leave safely.

   Sure enough, Mrs. Zhao lay on the bed.

  But she didn't fall asleep right away, but tossed and turned on the bed.

  Dusk has passed, the world has fallen into darkness, and Cao Ping lying under the bed is exhausted.

  He has been in this position for a long time.

   "My husband is under the bed, it's ridiculous." Mrs. Zhao suddenly said this.

  The cold voice echoed in the room, and Cao Ping almost cried.

   Obviously, Mrs. Zhao still couldn't forget that joke.

  If it was back then, Cao Ping would have gotten out from under the bed, covered Mrs. Zhao's mouth, and said with a smile, "Madam, you don't want your husband to know about stealing people, do you?"

  But now he just wants to leave, go home to catch his breath, and sleep well.

  He has been frightened too much today, his heart is like being tied to a cliff, going up and down, he can't bear it.

  He found that he was no longer fit to do this kind of thing.

  He has long been a guy with **** but no guts, and today's decision is really stupid.

  An oil lamp was slowly lit up, illuminating the dark room a little.

  But the dark place under the lamp is getting darker, and the place where the light is not lit seems to be covered with a layer of veil, and the whole room looks much deeper.

  Ms. Zhao got out of bed, walked to the dressing table, and took out a pair of scissors.

  She slowly approached the bed, and the shadow of the oil lamp had even spread to the space under the bed.

  Cao Ping didn't even dare to take a breath.

  If Mrs. Zhao saw him, she would be terrified.

   And a frightened woman with scissors in her hand is not guaranteed to do something terrible.

  He didn't want to make things worse.

  From here, Cao Ping could clearly see Mrs. Zhao's calves starting to bend downwards, and her slightly curled toes.

   That's a sign that she's going to squat down and look under the bed!

  He suddenly felt that Mrs. Zhao was terrible.

  Cao Ping swallowed frantically. If he was discovered, he planned to rush out with all his strength.

  Even if you are arrested and thrown into a cell later, it is better than staying here and being tortured.

   But at this time, he realized that his body was so numb that it was very difficult to move.

   It's over!

  Under the bed, a strand of hair can already be seen hanging down.

   Then the jaw.

mouth.

nose.

   A little more.

   Just a little more, and Mrs. Zhao's eyes will enter his line of sight.

   Then, he will be found.

  The scissors on the jade hand followed down, reflecting the icy light, which looked particularly terrifying in this dimly lit room.

   Just then, Mrs. Zhao stopped.

  She should also be afraid, afraid of seeing something under the bed.

   Eventually, the nose, mouth, chin, and hair disappear in that order.

  Mrs. Zhao didn't really look under the bed, but stood up and let out a long breath.

   At this time, Cao Ping felt that he only had half his life left.

   "Why scare yourself." Mrs. Zhao said to herself.

  After that, Mrs. Zhao should have figured it out and lay down on the bed.

   After a while, she fell asleep, and Cao Ping could hear her even and slightly tired breathing.

   During this short period of time, Cao Ping only felt that he was suffering like hell.

  He began to move his body carefully.

  He's getting out of here!

   Must go!

  He felt that if this continued, his heart would not be able to bear it.

   Unknowingly, Cao Ping found that he was used to the stable life of being a sage, and he should never do such a risky thing again.

  Holding the knitted socks in his hand, he swore secretly: "Bodhisattva bless you, after leaving today, I, Cao Ping, will be a good man and never be a thief again."

   Just as Cao Ping approached the edge of the bed and was about to get out in one go, he suddenly stopped moving.

  At the door of the house, there was a gap **** wide at some point.

  In the gap, you can see a blue-faced cloth shoe by the light of the oil lamp.

  A cloud is embroidered on the shoe.

  He recognized the shoes.

   These are Tailor Zhao's shoes!

  He saw him going out in these shoes this afternoon.

   When did Tailor Zhao come back?

  Cao Ping's face was covered with sweat, and he looked up through the gap in fear.

  There, a pale eyeball is staring at the room, which is very scary!

   Tailor Zhao came back early, and even watched his wife have an affair with that man?

   Then have I been discovered?

  Cao Ping's mind went blank, he could only move his body quietly, and retracted under the bed again.

  Cao Ping, who hid under the bed again, was numb.

  His brain was a little dizzy, and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

  He really wants to go out!

  If he is outside now, not only can he talk casually, breathe heavily, even spit thick phlegm against the wall of someone else's house, there is no problem.

  He can even go to the brothel to find a girl to spend the night.

  One is not enough, then two!

   Two is not enough, then three!

   Available now.

   After an unknown amount of time, the wooden bed suddenly shook, and Mrs. Zhao must have woken up from her sleep.

  Cao Ping's heart also hung up.

  Cao Ping, who was hiding under the bed, couldn't see Mrs. Zhao's situation, but knew that she must be very nervous and frightened, as could be seen from the slightly trembling wooden bed.

   She was trembling.

  She must have found her husband outside the door.

  The eye that has been staring inside is terrifying to think about.

   "Mister?" Mrs. Zhao said tremblingly.

no respond.

  Mrs. Zhao has never dared to get out of bed, trembling in bed.

  After half a tea, the door creaked open, as if blown open by the wind.

  A pair of blue cloth shoes embroidered with clouds appeared in Cao Ping's sight.

   "Sir, when did you come back?" Mrs. Zhao asked nervously.

   Tailor Zhao didn't answer her, but went straight to the dressing table and said coldly, "Come down."

   "My husband, I."

   "I let you down."

   Tailor Zhao repeated the sentence, his indifferent voice made people chill.

  After a while, Cao Ping saw a pair of feet wearing snow-colored socks.

  No shoes.

   Mrs. Zhao got off the bed.

   It could be seen that she was frightened and her legs were shaking.

   "Madam, you and I have been neighbors since we were young, childhood sweethearts. After so many years, I thought I could be with you forever, but I didn't expect that you would do such a thing."

   "No, my husband, he forced me!"

   "Did he force you to buy this kind of patterned silk socks, or did you like this kind of explicit obscenity? Until recently, I didn't know what my father said was right, only the dead are the most loyal.

  Ma'am, why don't I cut you up and sew you into a doll? "

   "Then, you can be with me forever."

   Tailor Zhao's voice was calm, but sickly, with a creepy smell.

   As a result, at this moment, only a cry of "Ah!" was heard, and there was already a bunch of blood on the ground.

   "Do you dare to stab me?"

  On the ground, the oil lamp reflected the shadows of the two of them. It was Madam Zhao who suddenly stabbed Tailor Zhao's neck with scissors.

  The next moment, Cao Ping saw an even more terrifying scene.

  The shadow of Tailor Zhao on the ground suddenly pulled out a pair of large scissors half an arm long.

  He pressed Mrs. Zhao's upper body on the dressing table at once, with a click of scissors.

  With a bang, Mrs. Zhao's head rolled to the ground like a watermelon, and met Cao Ping's eyes at the bottom of the bed.

  Cao Ping: "!!"

  Cao Ping almost cried out, he covered his mouth hard, tears kept pouring out.

  The blood on the ground flowed along the cracks in the planks. Cao Ping didn't dare to look at Mrs. Zhao's beautiful and lonely head, so he could only look elsewhere.

   Tailor Zhao randomly cut a piece of cloth from Mrs. Zhao's body and bandaged the wound on her neck.

   His shadow was reflected on the ground, just like an evil ghost.

  Time passed, without any other waves, Cao Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, his pupils contracted suddenly and his heart stopped.

  A more terrifying scene came into view.

  The shadow of the headless Mrs. Zhao who was lying on the dressing table suddenly stood up.

  The pair of feet wrapped in white socks approached Tailor Zhao who was dressing there step by step, without making any sound.

  Watching this scene, Cao Ping was crying not only above, but also below, which was warm.

   With a clicking sound, the headless corpse pierced Tailor Zhao's body with its hands, took out a beating heart from it, and placed it on the dressing table.

   Tailor Zhao's body limp and fell down.

  The headless Mrs. Zhao walked towards the bed.

  Cao Ping's entire scalp was in a state of continuous bursting, and he bit his tongue tightly to prevent himself from screaming, and tears flowed non-stop.

  On the floor, Mrs. Zhao's head and eyes were empty.

  He could only hope that the severed head hadn't seen him.

  The next moment, the shadow on the ground changed, and Mrs. Zhao put her head back.

  After that, she grabbed the heart, opened the door, and left.

  The whole room returned to silence.

  Cao Ping felt like he was going to disappear.

  How he wished this was just a ridiculous nightmare.

  He knew that this was the last chance to leave, but for a while, his body was completely in disobedience.

  After several efforts, Cao Ping finally struggled to move his body, approached the edge of the bed, and slowly poked his head out.

   Fortunately, the imaginary horror picture of one eye staring at him coldly did not appear.

  Cao Ping felt that he had a chance to escape.

  Then "Ms. Zhao" must have gone to deal with that heart!

   "Hush."

   As a result, at this moment, a very soft cry, with a coolness, swept across the back of his head.

  Cao Ping turned his head in astonishment.

  Under the bed, behind him, Mrs. Zhao was lying there, looking at him.

  In one eye, there are two pupils side by side, staring at him firmly.

Late at night.