A cold dagger shone with a terrifying cold light in the dark night, and accompanied by heavy footsteps, gradually approaching Musen.

Musen lay on the floor with his back on his back, unable to exert any strength. Even though he wanted to get up and run immediately, it was useless. All the joints seemed to be imprisoned, and he still couldn't move without any effort.

The confused and drowsy mind forced Musen to completely open his eyes to see who was threatening his life with a dagger at the moment. But that sense of urgency and panic was very clear in his heart. It seemed that he could have predicted what was about to happen next... how terrifying it would be.

The slow footsteps slowly stopped beside Musen. The other party's orderly and steady breathing showed how calm this person was at this moment. Moreover, this person enjoyed Musen's current state of being like fish on the chopping table.

The mysterious man slowly squatted down beside Musen. He seemed to be admiring Musen's helplessness at this moment and the fear that could not be hidden.

The instinct of survival made Musen frown, trying desperately to open his eyes and see clearly, who is this person?!

But at this moment, a sneer that seemed to be there and not be enough, followed by a hoarse voice in his ears: "Musen, I have given you a chance to stop pursuing you, but unfortunately... you didn't do what I said."

Mu Sen wanted to speak back, but unfortunately his drowsy consciousness was not particularly sober, so at this moment he could do nothing except frown.

The cold voice, with a hint of contempt and a hint of ridicule, gently raised the dagger, approached Musen's ear, and whispered in a low voice, "Musen, I want you to see hell..."

Immediately afterwards, the cold feeling of the metal sharp weapon pierced the skin of the abdomen and passed into Musen's body! A suffocating pain made Musen suddenly wake up a little. But even so, he still couldn't see the other person's face clearly. He only knew that the demon was slowly pulling out the dagger carefully and stabbing it in again in a different position!

"Musen, do you know? You have to know how familiar and understand the human body structure so that you can avoid the vital points and stab you dozens of times but not let you die?" As he said that, he ruthlessly slashed again! He cleverly avoided Musen's internal organs and passed through the ribs.

At this time, Musen's breathing worsened every time he was stabbed and groaned, all he could do seemed to be allowed to commit crimes.

The mysterious black shadow raised his head slightly, as if he was enjoying the strong smell of blood in the air, and he was even taking deep breaths greedily.

Although Musen is now confused and has a confused mind, he can still conclude that the person in front of him is definitely a spiritual pervert and an anti-socialist. He uses killing as his pleasure and can find pleasure from it. Such a person is almost 100% a serial killer.

But Mu Sen has cracked so many murders, and he couldn't find a clue for a moment. Which one is the absurdity in front of him? Why did he become so passive and at slaughter?

The murderer has a very accurate grasp of time. He did not waste too much time to "enjoy" the pleasure and stimulation brought to him by blood. Because he knew that even if he could avoid vital internal organs and arteries very professionally, excessive blood loss will also lead to Musen's death.

But death was not what he wanted. What he wanted was to let Musen see hell, make him live worse than death, and be in pain...

"Killing a person usually takes a lot of effort, and stabbing you dozens of times but not letting you die will waste a lot of energy. Musen, do you feel it? I just grasp the depth and angle of each knife I take... I don't think you understand it at all. This is the aesthetics of killing."

After saying these creepy words with slightest dismay, the mysterious murderer calmly picked up Musen's cell phone with his white gloves and dialed a number.

Although he didn't know who he called, the other party quickly answered the phone. However, the cunning demon didn't say anything. He hung up the phone just as soon as the other party answered. In this way, if the other party was Musen's friend, he would call the phone again or arrive here directly. This ensured that Musen would be "rescued in time". He left no clues, or even no sound. Only he and Musen knew the entire crime.

Musen analyzed these in a chaotic manner, trying hard to remember all the details about this demon.

The other party seemed not to care about Musen's thoughts at this moment. He slowly pulled out the dagger and wiped it gently gracefully. The cold and ruthless laughter sounded softly again: "Don't worry, I believe he will come to save you soon." After that, he slowly stood up, as if he was dying Musen, and then he walked away calmly and calmly.

Musen felt that his life was passing with blood, but he no longer cared about it! He struggled desperately to sit up, even if he could take a look at the back of the murderer!!

Seeing that the cold-blooded and evil figure was about to disappear around the corner... Musen finally sat up suddenly and opened his eyes wide!!

He was sweating profusely, looking at the dark and quiet room in front of him with empty eyes, unable to stop breathing rapidly...

It's this dream again...

Musen can't remember how many times he has done the same dream. The suffocating pain in the dream still seems to be real and faint. The fear of the passing of life is still tightly grasping Musen's heart.

Musen tried hard to calm down his emotions, got out of bed exhaustedly, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and lit a cigarette silently.

Standing by the window of this 45th floor penthouse apartment, looking at the distance with the neon lights in the dark night. The mood that had not been calmed down for a long time seemed to gradually calm down.

I recalled the words of the mysterious murderer in my dream: Musen, I want you to see hell, I want you to live a life worse than death, and I feel like I want to live a life of no more than death...!

Indeed, Musen is in this state now. What makes him miserable is not just the same nightmare that disturbs him so much that he can't sleep at night, but also his missing memory.

He couldn't remember who he was, what he did, how he lived in this strange place, and he couldn't even remember... where did that nightmare come from... Only when he was taking a shower, he could vaguely get some guesses from the dense scars on his body.

He only knew now that one day when he woke up, he was already in this bed. A house with unknown origin, cash with unknown origin, and even a bodyguard and driver with unknown origin... From the mouths of those people, he learned his name, Musen. The rest of the details seemed to be not very clear about those people.

After asking several times but failed, Mu Sen no longer wasted such time. If he wanted to regain his memory, he probably had to rely on himself! It was just that the terrifying nightmare that came every night and never stopped disturbing Mu Sen, making him often insomnia, even not dared to close his eyes or sleep.

He is not a timid and cowardly person, but that nightmare can arouse the deepest fear in his soul. What is that fear... He doesn't know yet. I'm afraid that only when he thinks of everything can he get rid of the nightmare and find the root of everything.

After extinguishing the smoke, Musen came to the bathroom. Looking at the haggard, stubble-faced face in the mirror, strange and familiar face, he felt very confused. He looked at the person inside by himself, and asked himself, "Who is he?" This is probably a very strange behavior. However, such a ridiculous and weird behavior is something that Musen does countless times every day.

After taking a shower, shaved his beard, he took out the clothes in the closet that fit very well for some reason. In four months, Musen cleaned up himself for the first time.

Standing in front of the mirror again, I felt much better. My cold and resolute face and wild and unrestrained gaze were like a different person, but I was still unfamiliar...

Musen thought that he probably needed to walk out of this building and go outside to find himself. What if he could regain his memory in a corner of the city?

He has tried things like this before. He once wandered in a nightgown confusedly on the strange road, and had also walked into the vegetable market aimlessly. Everyone looked at him as if he was looking at a mentally retarded or a madman because he tried to find out the memories he had been hidden for some reason through all the details.

He didn't know where this idea came from. He only knew that his instinct was doing something, as if it was a puzzle.

However, this is the first time he went out with neat clothes and neat clothes like today.

Subconsciously raised his left hand and wanted to look at the watch, but then he realized that he was not wearing a watch on his hand. Is this... a kind of hidden consciousness? This detail made Mu Sen feel that he probably had the habit of wearing a watch.

He raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already past twelve o'clock in the evening.

I believe that at this time, there are fewer pedestrians on the road and the vegetable market will not be open again... Where should I go?

A city is still crowded with people and brightly lit places at such a time... it is probably only nightclubs. Although Musen subconsciously believed that such places would not have any memories, he finally set out toward that place.

Perhaps... a drink is also a good choice. It is better than thinking about collapse alone in this huge room, and it is better to close your eyes. The nightmare is coming again like a single loop...
Chapter completed!