Chapter 580 Xia Bo's Death Diary

Greedy put his hands in his pockets.

His face darkened.

He didn't feel wrong about that look.

Someone was definitely looking at him just now.

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

Laozhao just stood here and felt it.

I have already begun to retreat.

"You wait here, I'll go somewhere."

Greedy knows that with this person's character, if he is allowed to go with him, he will definitely complain again and again.

Rather than that.

It would be better for him to go alone.

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

Greedy raised his feet and walked towards the opposite street.

Wait until he gets here.

I can't feel anything unusual anymore.

That malicious look had disappeared.

Greed went around again and didn't find anyone suspicious.

I had to turn around and leave.

Wait until greed has gone away.

A man walked out of the store wearing a jacket and jeans.

On his head is a gray hat.

"Contractor? No, the aura on that person's body is not stable..."

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

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

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"Uncle Xia, you came back very early today."

"The delivery was earlier today and the milk has been delivered."

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

The neighbor enthusiastically gave Uncle Xia a box of vegetables grown in his yard.

After Xia Bo thanked him, he took the vegetables and returned to his home.

"I'm back."

The home was dark, and the curtains blocked the sunlight outside.

He walked to the window and opened the curtains. Warm sunlight shone in from the outside and illuminated the room.

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

Xia Bo came to the living room with a plate.

He placed the plate on the table and plopped down on the couch.

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

He tuned into a TV station and started watching it 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 caring good boy. This death is definitely not an accident but a murder."

"According to the investigation by the Bureau of Investigation, first of all, abnormal events were ruled out. Secondly, there were only the man's footprints at the scene, and positive drugs and excessive alcohol content were also extracted from his body."

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

"On local X Street, a man suddenly went crazy, ran into the viaduct while talking nonsense, suddenly lost his footing and fell, and died on the spot."

Similar news reports were broadcast one after another.

If anyone is careful to make statistics, they will find that the daily accidental death rate in this city is much higher than that in other places.

However, after investigation, it was found that they were all caused by accidents and there was no human influence. It could only be attributed to their bad luck.

Uncle Xia opened a can of beer.

Take a swig.

When he saw the news broadcast, especially the mosaic photos of the dead, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

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

"These guys deserve to die."

Eat and drink enough.

He returned to his room.

From the locked drawer on the side, he opened the drawer and took out a book with a light-colored cover.

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

Xia Bo gently touched the cover of the book with his fingers.

The eyes he looked at Benzi were as passionate as looking at his beloved lover.

"What are you going to write today?"

"By the way, that bank clerk, huh, when I went to deliver milk, he looked at me with that contempt, as if I was some kind of trash."

"Let all these people 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 lawnmower in his backyard? By the way, let's write it like this."

With a weird smile on his face, Xia Bo grabbed the pen with his hand and wrote down today's diary on the blank paper.

"Today, the weather was fine, and after Rod Gokri got off work, he suddenly felt that the weeds in his backyard were growing a little tall."

"So, he went to the backyard and took out the lawnmower. While weeding, the lawnmower accidentally hit a stone. The stone was ejected and accidentally hit the glass door behind him."

"After the glass shattered, a piece of debris scratched the back of Rod Gockery's neck. Rod Gockerly fell on the grass and died of blood loss because he was not found."

After finishing today’s diary.

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

"It's too little to only write one entry in your diary every day. It would be great if I could write one or two more entries."

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

Xia Bo looked through the previous diaries he had written.

He had not read many books, his handwriting was not very good, his vocabulary was not much, and he could not even think of a very innovative way to die.

However, he admired the words he wrote as if he was looking at a work of art.

Xia Bo was like a god. As long as he wrote a diary, the protagonist in the diary would definitely die according to the ending he wrote.

This pleasure of being able to control the life and death of others at will made him unable to stop.

He even felt like a god, punishing those villains in the dark, and he was the righteous side.

And those who died all deserved to die!

They deserved it!

After appreciating it.

He closed the diary.

Locked it back in the drawer.

Originally, Xia Bo should go to bed after washing up and spend his boring day.

Then continue to deliver 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 aura.

Who else could carry such a strange aura and walk around safely except the Qi Master?

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

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