C53 Sense of crisis

It was a dark alley. As long as it was night time, pedestrians would always be afraid because a murder case had occurred here and the victim had been killed with more than ten knife wounds. Today, another person had died.

Wang Yunjie retreated step by step, a sieve in each hand. Due to his extreme nervousness, cold sweat dripped down Wang Yunjie's forehead. Right now