Story of Mystery 2
Carrying Life

The night air was cold, but it did not make a man who had been languishing in the bushes since this afternoon restless. The man's stature was quite large, with long wavy hair. The clothes he wore were cut out, making his appearance like a kingpin who had not bathed for a month. But even if it is loose, of course he is not just any gembels, because a short knife tucked in the waist, plus two scar strokes that cross his face, making complete already the awesomeness reflected on his appearance.

Look at the eyes of the man from earlier lead to a small house across the street. It seems like there is something waiting for him.

Khiech!

The sound of a night bird rang out above the sky, quickly he looked up, only a black shadow instantly darting across the air was recorded by him. Hmmm..just an indistinct mutter sounded from his mouth. A moment later the man reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, picked up a stick and lit it. White smoke billowed from his mouth, as a comforter in an uncertain wait.

About an hour later, a car appeared from the end of the road, swallows, and turns in the house that was observed by the man. A smile rose from his lips as he saw a girl get out of the car, open the door, and enter the house.

Calmly the scout then came out of hiding, approaching a street lighting lamp. Issued a piece of paper, the writing on the paper is in the form of a home address. A small nod indicates that he did not have the wrong address. He put the paper back in the bag, and his feet stepped toward the house across the street.

Seeing from his unhurried movements, it was clear that the man was already used to doing the same. That is how it is. He is known as the number seven, which is pinned to give identity to him by his association. The job comes from the leader. Eliminate those who are considered dangerous. And this time the order received was to eliminate the occupants of the house listed in the address. One easy task, when it was known that the occupants were only a girl.

Until at the door he was silent for a long time, making sure the occupants of the house were not in the front room, after being sure, he took a tool made of metal, slowly in the key hole input.

Clamps!

There was a sound that was not too loud, pulled the doorknob. It worked! That door is open.

The vestibule light was gone, but it did not block the steps of the number seven, his eyes were like a night bird, the darkness did not prevent him from avoiding things that might interfere with his footsteps.

The middle room of the lamp is still on. A room with an open door was next to it. The man's left hand pulled the knife on the waist and pulled it. He wants to do his job quickly. One stab at the right place is enough to send the victim to another realm.

Slowly prepare the room blinds. Blank. It looked like a bedroom, with a foam bed, a cupboard and a small table by the window, but there was no one inside. Where is the girl?

His body turned around, looking at him towards the back room. Is the girl in the back? His feet stepped back. There were two rooms he met, one dining room, and the other room was closed.

His sharp ears suddenly heard a single voice. The water! Well, he didn't hear wrong, it was the sound of running water. Must be from the shower in the bathroom! Hmmm.so the girl is taking a shower. Her lips revealed a smile full of mystery.

With a knife in hand, he headed towards the sound of water with measured steps. He found a kitchen and a restroom that seemed to be a bathroom. The bathroom door was closed but there was a gap, indicating it was not locked. The number seven chuckled inwardly at the carelessness of the homeowner. Really an easy target.

After weighing for some time, he finally decided to do the action in a second way. His feet took a swing, and hup! Brak! The bathroom door was stretched wide and hit her shoulder hard, the number seven darted in.

Uh! Why like this!? Empty!? The shower was lit, but there was no girl in it. The number seven is not out of thought with the reality he meets.

“You're looking for me?” A female voice sounded from behind him.

A startling voice made the man immediately turn around.

Jamba! Uhh! The eyes of the number seven widened, a dagger embedded deep in his chest. In front of him stood a beautiful girl with shoulder-length hair watching him with a mocking smile.

The hand of number seven pointed. “How can you know..” ask him in a slightly moaning voice.

Still smiling the woman replied, “CCTV, don't you know what it's worth?”

“Oh...” the number seven tries to move forward, but the pain he feels is getting stronger. It seemed like the stab of the opponent had pierced right through his heart. Trang! The knife in his hand hit the floor. His legs were trembling and finally he could not bear the weight of his body, falling soaked with blood. Number seven died of curiosity.

When he saw the smuggler had lost his breath. The girl bowed, dragged the big body with all her might towards the corner of the kitchen. Arriving at one corner of the kitchen, he sighed. After feeling enough to sigh, his hand raised a rectangular-shaped iron lid. As soon as it lifted, a dark hole was plastered, giving off an unpleasant aroma, the scent of a carcass.

But the smell did not seem to disturb the girl's smell, because she continued her work, pulled the corpse of the number seven, and pushed it into the hole. A thudding sound rang out as the body of the intruder hit the bottom of the hole.

Closing the hole again, the girl shook her hands. His eyes looked at the blood-red groove of the former drag. His feet stepped, one thing caught his attention, the dagger belonged to the intruder.

The sharp blade had an engraving on its handle, with the tip of the snake's head. Not an ordinary knife. Who is the intruder? Her thought. His eyes glimpsed the corner of the kitchen where the hole was covered with iron plates. The hole is the underground floor, which he has been using to dispose of the bodies of his victims. Well, he admitted that he had an abnormal side as a human, because at certain times there was a desire to torture and kill other humans.

The incident just now clearly made him have to be vigilant, because he was aware of the purpose of the intruder wanted to kill him, not do anything else. It signifies the possibility that someone has sniffed out the crimes he committed and wants to get rid of them.

The knife was placed on a table. He cleaned his hands in the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom, there was a small explosion of passion after realizing there was a danger that threatened him, a blast of desire to kill.

So-called.