153 Bloody washing 2 (1/2)

Sand Snake doesn't notice my arrival. When I'm standing beside him, he still closes his eyes, fingers are beating on the edge of the chair, and his face is with a little happy and complacent expressions.

My eyes are calm and cold. I stare at his neck and throat for a moment, then gently pick up the razor on the edge of the pool.

The pool is full of water. I don't know if they were going to take a bath or do something else. I just walk quietly to Sand Snake. He still does not notice my arrival, closing his eyes, humming softly with the music.

I scratch a little with the razor in my hand.

The next second, I have reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and when he opens his eyes a little, I immediately put my arm around his neck from behind. Then, despite his is desperate struggling, I still drag him straight from the chair. He's tring to wriggle, and I know he wants to yell. But he is stuck in throat, and can only squeeze out the ”Kah…Kah…” voices, but can not shout any word.

His strength is not small, but I've strangled his neck. So he struggles for a while, because of lack of oxygen and has weakened his strength. I drag him to the edge of the pool and press his neck into the water, while the other hand with the razor reaching over.

The razor cuts his neck and throat, and the blade cut his throat easily. The skin and trachea of his neck are cut out immediately. And because it's underwater, blood doesn't splash out, and it won't spill on me. Only a stream of blood comes up from the water.

I just step back two steps and let go of his arms. He's like an empty sack, soft on the ground, with his hands holding his throat. Blood keeps coming out of his fingers, and in a minute it has dyed half of his body red! Then I watch him grow up with his mouth and breathe like hell. Unfortunately, because his throat was cut off by me, he can not breathe air anymore.

Gradually, his power to twist and struggle on the ground is becoming less and less. I just stand there and looking at him coldly. I watch his eyes pop out like dead fish's. He's just staring at me, staring at me...

I don't know if there's such a thing as die with an everlasting grievance in the world, but at the moment he looks just like it!

I walk carefully to him. Then I look down at him for a few seconds, and say in a calm tone, ”Papa 8, say hello to you.”

After that, don't care he can hear or not, I turn around and go to the pool, where I washed the blood stains on my fingers and palms with water.

I finish all this with slow and careful moves. After confirming that there's no blood left on my hands, I look in the mirror to see what I look like and to make sure that there's no blood left on my cloths.

I look at the time. It takes me three minutes and thirty seconds to walk in and finish what I need to do.

When I walk out, the girl at the door looks at me in some surprise and seems to want to stop me. But when I drop a few bills, she immediately has no other action anymore.

The driver of Sand Snake is sitting in the car outside, holding a disposable paper bucket in his hand, eating with a pair of chopsticks, probably a takeaway.

His eyes sweet me over again. This time, without looking at him, I go directly to him, stand outside the car door and tap on the window.

The guy opens the window impatiently and asks me something. Without saying a word, I take out a cigarette and make an act of borrowing a fire. He frowns, but still looking at me. Subconsciously, he puts a piece of beef with his chopsticks into his mouth and the other hand into his arms to get a lighter for me.

In such a second, I suddenly raise my hand and slap it hard on the back of his chopstick-holding hand!

With a Pah sound!

Chopsticks go straight into his mouth and are almost pierced his throat!

His mouth is immediately blowing blood, but because of where he is, the blood is sprayed into the car. I slightly flip away, and then watching his hands grab his mouth painfully trying to pull out the chopsticks. It is also the natural reflex of human beings.

I hit his hand again! This time, with the strength of my punch, chopsticks go deeper into his throat. The chopsticks didn't penetrate before, but this time they do! The chopsticks are obviously broken too!

I know he's dead!

Then I immediately turn around and leave the car and head for the other end of the street. Behind me comes the continuous whistling of car horns, presumably the driver falls on the steering wheel after losing his breath.

The sharp sound of the trumpet startles the girl inside. The girl runs out and immediately gives out a terrible scream. I walk out of the street in this scream and the sound of car horns, and then I get on a car parking on the corner and leave quickly.

When the car leaves the street, I take the steering wheel in one hand and put another hand's fingers in my mouth and bite with my teeth a few times. Each of my fingers is covered with a small plastic film, so that I can be sure I won't leave any fingerprints.

Then I drive the car to a designated place. This is a car wash shop. As soon as my car enters, several workers come and wash the car with water guns. I get out of the car, do not say a word to these people, and go to the backyard. I quickly take off my coat, remove the fake beard from my mouth and throw them into an iron garbage can. I pick up a bottle in a corner, pour the liquid into the can, light a cigarette for myself, take a sip, and throw it into the garbage can.

A fire bursts out from the can, burning everything to ashes.

I look at the flame, a little distracting.