The stench of dead rats mixed with the smell of salted fish was, to Ye Qiu, the essence of death itself!
Without a doubt, the killer must be a corpse?
But to say that a corpse committed murder, Zhao Ruxue and Zhao Rubing truly didn't believe it.
When Ye Qiu arrived at the entrance of Zhao Ruxue's residential area on his electric bike, Zhao Ruxue was already waiting by the door. With Ye Qiu riding the electric bike and also taking Zhao Rubing along, the speed of the bike was bound to be much slower.
"Get off, I'm going back to rest."
"Stay here tonight and protect me!"
Zhao Rubing said.
"Won't your sister protect you?"
"But I'm really scared."
Zhao Rubing still felt the fear of being choked by the killer; the suffocating sensation, the desperation of struggling without escape, and being unable to fight back still terrified her.