I set up a shelter organization

Chapter 580 Xia Bo's Death Diary

Tanzhi put his hands in his pockets.

His face darkened.

He was not wrong about that look.

Someone was definitely watching him just now.

Slack: "The concentration of strange energy in this place is not high. It doesn't look like there is a dungeon entrance. Let's go to the next place."

Slack just stood here and felt it.

I've already started to back down.

"Wait here for a moment. I'm going somewhere."

Tanzhi knew that with Lazy's personality, if he let him go with him, he would definitely complain incessantly.

Rather than that.

It would be better for him to go by himself.

Slack sat on a chair in front of the store, bought a drink and drank it: "Okay, go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

Tanzhi raised his foot and walked towards the opposite street.

Wait till he gets here.

I no longer feel anything unusual.

That malicious look has disappeared.

Tanzhi turned around again and didn't find anyone suspicious.

I had no choice but to turn around and leave.

After the greed and attachment leave.

A man walked out of the store. He was wearing a jacket, a long shirt and jeans.

He was wearing a grey hat on his head.

"A Contract Master? No, that person's aura isn't very stable..."

"I hope... they don't come and ruin my good deeds, otherwise..."

The man raised his head, lowered the brim of his hat, and quickly left the place along with the crowd. Judging from his familiarity with the city, he must have lived here for many years.

……

"Xia Bo, you came back early today."

"The delivery was early today, and the milk has already been delivered."

Xia Bo chatted with his next-door neighbor for a while.

The neighbor kindly gave Xia Bo a box of vegetables grown in his own yard.

After thanking him, Xia Bo took the vegetables and returned home.

"I am back."

The house was dim, with curtains blocking out the sunlight outside.

He walked to the window and opened the curtains. The warm sunlight came in from outside, illuminating the room.

Xia Bo cleaned the house and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich and a vegetable salad, completing a simple dinner.

Xia Bo came to the living room carrying a plate.

He put the plate on the table and plopped down on the sofa.

He took a bite of his sandwich and with his other hand took the remote control and turned on the TV at home.

He tuned into a TV station and started watching while eating.

"Today, a member of a local gang on xx Street died in an accident after being drunk. His family said he was an honest, friendly, and very loving child. This death was definitely not an accident but murder."

"According to the investigation by the Bureau of Investigation, firstly, no unusual incidents have been ruled out. Secondly, there were only the man's footprints at the scene, and his body was tested positive for drugs and alcohol."

"It is inferred that the accident was caused by accident."

"On local X Street, a man suddenly went mad, ran onto the overpass while babbling nonsense, and suddenly lost his footing and fell, dying on the spot."

Similar news reports were broadcast one after another.

If someone were to do the statistics, they would find that the daily accidental death rate in this city is much higher than in other places.

But after investigation, it was found that all of them were caused by accidents and there was no human influence. It could only be attributed to the fact that they were too unlucky.

Xia Bo opened a can of beer.

Take a swig.

When he saw the news reports, especially the blurred photos of the dead, a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

He finished his sandwich and salad, drank his beer, and burped.

"These guys deserved to die."

Eat and drink enough.

He returned to his room.

He opened a locked drawer and took out a notebook with a light-colored cover.

The texture on this cover is a bit like human skin, and it feels very similar to the touch. However, without the temperature of the human body, it feels a little colder.

Xia Bo gently stroked the cover of the notebook with his fingers.

The look he gave Benzi was as passionate as if he was looking at his beloved lover.

"What should I write today?"

"By the way, that bank clerk, huh, when I was delivering milk, he actually looked at me with such contempt, as if I were some kind of trash."

"People like this should die."

"Let me think about it. How should I write it this time?"

"When I went to his house to deliver milk, I seemed to see a lawn mower in his backyard? That's right, let's write it like this."

Xia Bo had a strange smile on his face. He grabbed a pen and wrote today's diary on a blank piece of paper.

"Today, the weather is fine. After Rod Gokri got off work, he suddenly felt that the weeds in the backyard were a little tall."

"So, he went to the backyard and took out a lawn mower. While mowing the weeds, the lawn mower accidentally hit a stone, and the stone was ejected and accidentally hit the glass door behind him."

"After the glass shattered, a piece of shard cut across the back of Rod Gekri's neck. Rod Gekri fell to the grass and died of blood loss because he was not discovered."

After finishing today's diary.

Xia Bo held up the notebook and admired the diary he had written for a while.

"It's really too little to only write one diary entry a day. It would be great if I could write one or two more."

"Now, I have to wait until tomorrow to write a new diary."

Xia Bo looked through the previous few entries in his diary.

He hadn't read many books, his handwriting wasn't very good, his vocabulary was not large, and he couldn't even think of any innovative ways to die.

However, he appreciated the words he wrote as if he were looking at a work of art.

Xia Bo is like a god. As long as he writes a diary, the protagonist in the diary will die according to the ending he has written.

The pleasure of being able to control other people's life and death at will made him unable to stop.

He even felt like a god, punishing the villains in the dark, and he was on the side of justice.

And all those who died deserved to die!

Live it!

After enjoying it.

He closed the diary.

Lock it back in the drawer.

Originally, Xia Bo should have gone to bed after washing up and spent his boring day.

Then continue delivering milk the next day.

However, after Xia Bo lay down today, his mind was full of the two people he saw on the street.

For some reason, Xia Bo felt an unusual aura from them the first time he saw them.

It was a strange smell.

And who else but the Master of Tricks could be able to carry around something strange and yet remain safe and sound?

The more Xia Bo thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Although he believed that no one would find him, he was still afraid that one day his actions would be discovered.