Jiang Chen straightened up and braced both hands against the wall, trapping the woman between them.
Zhang Chunyu hardly dared breathe. Her back pressed tight against the wall, her face filled with terror, she felt as if her heart were about to leap out of her chest.
Now that she thought back carefully.
Ever since he had gotten into the car, this man had been acting strangely.
Telling horror stories to comfort someone was simply not something a normal person would do.
Moreover, his story had been logically sound and clear in every detail. It had hardly seemed like a story at all, but rather something that had actually happened.
And with something like that, usually only someone who had experienced it firsthand would know every detail!
At the end of the story, the real killer had been wearing the same clothes as him. Every last detail undoubtedly pointed to one cruel fact.
She had been stupid enough to abandon the driver, the only person who could save her, and instead flee into a deserted alley with the real psychopathic killer, becoming a lamb to the slaughter!
"You..."
"Heh heh." Jiang Chen did not continue the story. He lowered his head and gave a sinister grin, which said it all.
"Aah!!!" Zhang Chunyu could no longer hold back. She screamed and ducked down, using her petite figure to escape his clutches before running desperately toward the mouth of the alley.
Jiang Chen dragged the Assassination Short Knife along the wall, producing an ear-piercing scrape of metal as he followed at an unhurried pace.
"Don't run, little lady. Don't you want to become the protagonist of my next story?"
"Just thinking about it is exciting. People will tell your tale, others will listen, and you'll become a vivid character in a