He and His Black Moonlight

My back was to Shen Jing.

But I could see him in the reflection of the glass frame on the painting.

He pulled open a drawer, picked out a handgun, and began toying with it.

He even started talking.

“Are you going to confess yourself, or should I help you?”

I forced myself to remain calm, despite my terror, and continued to wipe the picture frame.

Shen Jing stood up and slowly walked towards me.

With every step, he kept talking.

“The day you arrived, someone tampered with my computer.

“So, I checked another surveillance camera and found some interesting things.”

Shen Jing’s voice was like a devil whispering.

“You went into the inner room.

“You seemed very familiar with the layout.”

My neck was stiff, and I dared not move. My left hand subtly slipped into my pocket.

A dagger was hidden there.

Although I couldn’t directly kill Shen Jing, killing him prematurely and interfering with the设定 would cause the comic world’s order to collapse into chaos.

I couldn’t kill him, but at least I could severely injure him once.