Chapter 616 Scared me to death
"Spider-Man! Spider-Man!"
A man ran quickly to the door in the dark, frantically took out the keys from his wallet, looked around with a panicked expression, as if an inexplicable fear was chasing him.
The key was inserted into the keyhole accurately. The man immediately turned the key, pushed open the door and rushed in. He then locked both doors and put the bolts on.
Feeling the warm light of the living room shining on him, hearing the news broadcast from the TV that was not turned off, and the figure on the sofa still sulking, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Honey, are you still watching TV?"
Although he didn't get an answer, the familiar scene was enough to reassure him.
The only sound in the room was the television.
"The most terrifying cannibal Hannibal has successfully escaped from prison. In just one day, he committed three crimes in our city..."
"The New York Ripper has reappeared, and four people have been killed."
“Police have identified the brothers who robbed in suits and ask the general public not to panic.
The NYPD has everything under control.”
"Don't go out late at night unless necessary, lock your doors and windows, and draw the curtains."
"Spider-Man has..."
pat-
A slight sound outside the door made the man's face turn pale. He quickly turned around and looked outside the door through the peephole.
He didn't know if it was blood or ketchup that splattered on the cat's eyes, making everything in his vision turn scarlet.
meow~
Just a wild cat ran past the door, relaxing the man's tense nerves.
"It's a kitten~"
After taking a breath, a smile returned to his face.
He took off his raincoat and hung it on the hanger at the door.
"Life has been tough lately, and the weather has been getting worse, which makes me suspicious every day. If I don't find a job, I won't even be able to afford to keep a cat in the future."
No one wanted to answer him, so he just walked to the sofa.
On TV, a wanted poster for Hannibal was issued.
A little old man with sparse, graying hair and a little baldness.
Just look at his exquisiteness in every strand of hair and his elegance in his slightly raised chest.
His eyes are deep and starry, and his mouth has a mysterious smile.
The man curled his lips. Compared to serial killers, he was more interested in urban legends.
He reached out and touched the soft palm beside his leg. Seeing that the other party did not avoid him because of anger, he chuckled.
“What’s there to be afraid of these murderers?
The scariest thing in the city at night is the spider monster! "
The man talked about it with great interest.
“According to legend, the Spider-Man has three heads, each head has no nose or eyes, and has four mouths.
He was covered in human skin made of vegetarians, and the spider silk he shot out was all made of the flesh and tendons of environmentalists.
Use murderers to make a net and hide rapists' legs in your wallet.
All the kidnapping criminals were..."
pat-
The strange noise at the door interrupted the man's speech again. He was so frightened that he trembled with fear and even his hands and feet became cold.
"Meow~~" The strange cat's cry not only failed to dispel the man's doubts, but made his face even uglier.
The TV show is still playing.
"The police helicopter has found Spider-Man and he is currently in the Brooklyn area...
Spider-Man just disappeared around the corner..."
As the TV showed, the man's heart stopped beating.
Because the location shown in the TV series is nearby.
Click——
Dangdangdang——
A crisp, rhythmic knock on the door sounded the next moment.
Gritting his teeth, the terrified man walked a few steps to the door and squinted into the cat's eye.
Outside the door, a figure in a suit stood tall with an elegant smile on his face. He looked exactly like Hannibal on TV.
"call--
I was scared to death, it turned out to be the cannibal Hannibal~
I thought it was Spider-Man coming~"
His heart fell back into his stomach. The man raised his hand, pulled out the scalpel from his waist, and skillfully wiped it clean on his arm.
Turning back, he glanced at the bloodless woman with her chest cut open on the sofa, and couldn't help feeling confused.
"Dear~ Is Hannibal here for you or for me?"












