When would he wake up from this nightmare? I desperately washed the blood off my hands in the sink as I looked at my pale self in the mirror. I really want to know if all of this is real or just a nightmare.
I always have nightmares, of course, it has something to do with my profession. I am a thief. In the dream, I always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at me from behind, as if its owner would pounce on me from behind at any time and handcuff my hands tightly. However, there was never any blood in my dreams. I stole, but I didn't hurt anyone. The knife in my bag was just a bluff. I'm just a thief, not a robber or a murderer, but why am I standing here with my hands covered in blood?
I'm not boasting, but I'm a good thief. Not only do I have professional ethics, but I also have my own principles. He didn't steal jewelry, passbooks, or credit cards. No matter how small the amount was, he only took cash. The fewer things I steal, the fewer clues I leave behind.
Every time I commit a crime, I have a detailed plan. This time is no exception. I disguised myself as a newspaper deliveryman and entered the neighborhood. Then, I checked the inboxes of the residents. In the end, I chose a family whose mailbox was filled with letters from the past three to four days as my target. Those letters were mostly advertisements for cosmetics and fashion. I could tell that the owner of the house was a young woman without looking at the name. This is no less than double insurance for me.
Everything went smoothly, just as I had imagined. It was the home of a single young woman, and the mistress had probably not returned for a few days. The flowers in the vase in the living room had begun to wither, filling the room with a sweet smell of decay. Are you on a business trip or a vacation? I ran to the woman's bedroom and found a few thousand yuan and countless shopping and credit cards in the first drawer of the bedside table. This was a beautiful but careless woman, just like the photo she had placed on the bedside table. In the photo, she was hugging a man and smiling sweetly. But this has nothing to do with me, so why did it become out of control?
I glanced at him lying on the ground. It was the man in the photo who was hugging the woman.
So killing people was not difficult at all. I thought I would be afraid, but when I stabbed the knife in my hand into his chest, I didn't hesitate at all. I used my body to press down on him. Our faces were so close that I could clearly hear his breathing. I watched as his face slowly lost its color and vitality. A life had disappeared in front of me, but I had long forgotten my fear.
I placed the corpse in the bathtub and carefully wiped off every drop of blood on the floor with a towel. I also tried my best to restore everything in the room to how it was before I came in. However, I still didn't have the courage to approach the bed. From the beginning to the end, I avoided it far away, the source of my fear.
Just two hours ago, the moment I put the money in the drawer into my pocket, I suddenly felt a chill, as if someone was staring at me from behind in a nightmare. All the pores on my body exploded. I turned my head abruptly. There was nothing in the bedroom except for the big bed. However, when I wanted to turn around and leave, the numbness on my back never disappeared. I pulled out the knife and slowly approached the bed."Don't be silly. There won't be anyone here.”However, her hand slowly lifted the blanket on the bed. There was nothing under the blanket. I sat on the bed and exhaled heavily. My entire body was drenched in sweat.
Everything was destined. If he hadn't delayed those few minutes, nothing would have happened.
He opened the door with the box and walked in. I didn't have time to think and hid under the bed. I watched his legs move back and forth through the gap between the bedsheet and the floor. I could clearly hear his heavy breathing and the rustling of his hair. He cursed a woman's name loudly, as if he had fallen into hell. However, none of these could make me concentrate because I felt a greater fear than what was in front of me.
Just like I said, I felt like someone was watching me from behind. The feeling of that gaze crawling over my body became stronger and stronger, but I didn't dare to turn around. This low bed didn't allow me to turn around. My shoulders had already reached the thick bed board. In order not to be discovered, I tried my best to curl my legs, bend my body, and lean my back as much as possible. However, the terrifying feeling behind him was getting stronger and stronger. I could feel a force pressing down on my back. It wasn't a real force, but it was extremely heavy. I could feel that my breathing was more chaotic than the man across the bed. I strongly suppressed the urge to rush out from under the bed. I didn't know when I had gripped the knife tightly in my hand...
Should he walk under the bed first, or should I rush out first? I didn't think about it anymore. After all, the outcome would be the same no matter what. However, seeing him die, I suddenly felt relieved. The pressure on my back had disappeared.
I killed someone, but I felt relieved. In the mirror, my complexion was normal, and my body was still clean. Facing the mirror, I pulled the vest that had the words " newspaper delivery " printed on it and made a professional smile that I had practiced for a long time.
When I left, I found that the man's suitcase was empty. It was strange.
I walked steadily in the neighborhood and smiled at the security guard who walked towards me. However, just as I was about to walk out of the entrance of the neighborhood. Someone pushed me down from behind and tied my hands tightly.
That day, when I arrived at the police station, I saw what was behind my vest. There was a pair of clear bloody handprints on the blue vest. It was indescribably terrifying. I couldn't help but tremble and sweat because I finally understood what was watching me and caressing my back when I was lying under the bed.
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