The Killer Shall Have No Heart Chapter 9

The next morning, Sam slept until noon before getting up.

Finally, he slept on the bed. Last night, he was busy making the bedding. After these bumpy days, Sam finally had a good night's sleep. He overslept without realizing it.

Sam slapped his forehead suddenly and hurriedly got out of bed to get dressed.

When I finished packing and was about to go out, I found that Connor had already returned. He was sitting in the yard, washing clothes with his sleeves rolled up, with an indifferent look on his face.

Sam stood at the door and suddenly felt his scalp tighten.

I had just entered the room to sleep and was caught sleeping in.

Fortunately, Connor did not say anything. He just glanced at him lightly and continued to wash clothes with his head down. He had no intention of speaking.

Sam let out a breath quietly, looked around and didn't see Aunt Liu. Then she heard the sound of pots and dishes being washed in the kitchen, so she quickly tied her hair and rushed to the kitchen.

Aunt Liu was washing the pot. Seeing Sam running in, she said, "Are you awake? There's a bowl of porridge, two steamed buns and an egg on the table for you. Eat them while they're hot."

After Sam's comfort last night, Aunt Liu looked a little better, no longer looking as worried as before.

Sam apologized: "I slept too deeply..."

Aunt Liu scooped the water from the pot into a basin, wiped the pot with a cloth and wrung out the water: "Young people are like this. You are still fine at your age, but you need to sleep more, otherwise you will not be able to take good care of yourself."

Sam thought about it, then went forward to help Aunt Liu pour out the water used to wash the pot, put the dishes in order, and only after he finished cleaning up did he sit down and start eating.

Sam drank a mouthful of the porridge that was already a little cold, glanced at the yard quietly, and said to Aunt Liu: "Well... when did Brother Chu come back?"

Aunt Liu was also busy, so she took some clothes and sat opposite Sam to start mending them. After thinking for a while, she replied, "He just came back not long ago and just finished his meal, so let him change his clothes and wash them."

Sam bit his chopsticks and asked, "Well... when he came back and saw me still sleeping... did he say anything?"

"That's not the case." Aunt Liu didn't notice that Sam was not right, and only comforted her: "It's okay, Cong'er is not an unreasonable person. He has seen how busy you have been these days. He won't say anything if you just sleep a little longer."

Sam nodded absentmindedly, and for some reason he suddenly remembered what Aunt Liu had said last night, about Connor's life experience.

I can’t let Connor know about this, otherwise my life won’t be enough to sacrifice it.

Sam shrank his neck, looked at the egg in front of him, thought for a moment, finished the porridge in the bowl, wiped his mouth, picked up the egg, and went out.

Connor was drawing water in the yard. He didn't turn around when he heard the noise behind him, as if he already knew who the person was.

Sam walked to Connor with a smirk, like a child who had done something wrong, and bowed towards Connor with eggs in his hands as if offering them as a sacrifice.
 
"I'll give you the eggs. Thank you for your hard work."

Connor didn't comment, and didn't even raise his eyelids. He continued to use soapberry to scrub the clothes, as if he didn't hear it at all.

Sam has more or less figured out Connor's temper these days. His silence doesn't mean he's angry, but most likely he just doesn't want to talk.

Sam was very tactful. He hurriedly took the basin of clothes and washed them. He put the eggs in Connor's arms and said with a smile, "You go and have a rest. You haven't slept all night. I'll wash the clothes."

This time Connor did not refuse. He just nodded expressionlessly, and went back to the house with the eggs in one hand, walking in a very cool manner.

Sam was thinking about something in his mind. It would be nice to live like this for a while. After some time, he would go to the town to see if he could find some work to do so as to save some money. He didn't know when Grant would be back, so he had to have some money on hand so that he would have peace of mind even if he had to leave in the future.

The more Sam thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible, and he couldn't help but start thinking about where to go after he had some money.

Of course I have to go back to Jingzhou first. No matter what, I have to take my mother's ashes away. As for where to go after leaving Jingzhou, I will find out more information later.

Sam felt that he had hope for the future, so he worked harder. There were not many clothes to be washed, so they were almost all washed in a few strokes. The rest only needed to be rinsed at the riverside.

There was no one by the river, and Sam was used to the quietness around him. He found a place to squat and started washing.

Sam moved quickly and finished washing in no time. Just as he was about to wring out the water and go back to the house, he suddenly heard a frivolous whistle from the other side of the river.

Sam looked up subconsciously, and his brows furrowed instantly.

An unshaven and unkempt man was standing drunk beside a tree on the other side of the river, his triangular eyes squinting drunkenly, his steps unsteadily, and he looked like he was about to fall down at any moment.

A drunk.

Sam curled his lips and ignored him, continuing to bend over and twist the clothes. Unexpectedly, this action seemed to attract the attention of the drunkard, who laughed and walked towards the river, as if he wanted to talk to Sam.

Sam pretended not to see it and concentrated on doing his own thing.

Such repeated ignoring annoyed the drunkard. Seeing that there was no one around and Sam was small and thin, the drunkard immediately became bolder. He picked up a fist-sized stone from the side and threw it into the river.

With a loud "bang", water splashed several feet high and directly splashed onto Sam!

Sam yelled, causing the drunk man opposite to laugh.

"You......!" Sam couldn't stand it any longer, "Are you sick?!"

Seeing that he had angered Sam, the drunkard was not afraid, but laughed even more wildly, stammering with his tongue: "I... I have never seen you before, where are you from?"

Sam frowned and looked at the man in front of him. He saw that the man was wearing loose clothes, had an unkempt beard, and had a lot of grass debris on his body. Maybe he got drunk and lay outside all night.

No family members came to visit him all night, so this person might be an alcoholic.

Thinking of this, Sam became even more annoyed. He rolled his eyes at the man, put away his clothes and was about to leave.

When the man saw Sam was about to leave, he seemed anxious. He spoke with a slurred voice and rushed forward vaguely, as if he couldn't see the river in front of him.

The man's relentless look made Sam a little scared for no reason, and he turned around to leave, but before he took a few steps, he heard a plop sound behind him.

"Help...!"

"Help me! Help me! I can't swim..."

The man stepped on empty air and half of his body sank into the water, leaving only his upper body on the shore. His two hands tightly grasped the rocks on the shore. The drunkenness on his face had disappeared, and instead, he looked terrified.

Sam hesitated for only a moment, and the man continued to beg for help: "Please...save me..."

Sam paused, hesitated for a moment, then put down the basin, trotted across the bridge to the other side of the river, grabbed the man's wrist and dragged him up with all his strength.

"Hold on to me and I'll pull you up."

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt his hand lighten, and before he could relieve the force, he was thrown backwards and fell heavily on the grass. At that moment, he felt a sharp pain in his whole waist and back, and the pain was so severe that Sam's eyes went black.

The next moment, a drunken body came up and pressed down on Sam like a mountain. Sam was almost dying from the pressure and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Then a pungent smell of alcohol rushed to his head.

"Ha... don't move, you smell so good... let me smell it." The drunk man didn't show any fear or panic as he did just now. Instead, he kept pinching Sam's waist.

Sam was almost vomiting when this strange man pressed her down and flirted with her. She suddenly pushed the man away with strength from nowhere, her face flushed, and she stood up and yelled: "Don't touch me! It's disgusting!"

Sam was about to turn around and leave, but unexpectedly the drunk man came up to him again, grabbed Sam's hand and wouldn't let him go, mumbling something like "baby, darling" and moving forward with a pout, as if he wanted to k!ss him.

Sam had never been treated like this before, and he was so angry that he almost fainted. He kept struggling, trying to suppress his nausea, but he was too weak. The drunk looked thin, but the force that he had around his wrist was very strong. Sam struggled several times in vain, and the drunk was about to put his mouth close to him.

If he k!ssed her, Sam would just want to use a washboard to rub the skin off her face.

"Connor...! Connor!!" At the critical moment, Sam's mind suddenly turned and he shouted loudly.

"You should... burp... call my name... um" the drunk stopped talking abruptly before he could finish his words. Then he was thrown out by a force and fell heavily to the ground as a shadow. The man kept screaming and wailing, rolling on the ground holding his legs.

The accident happened so fast that Sam hadn't reacted yet. She saw that the leg the man was holding seemed to be broken by something, and it was hanging down with a twist at the joint, which looked very disgusting.
 
The culprit that caused all this was a wooden hammer lying quietly not far from the drunk man.

Sam's eyes lit up and he turned to look at the other side of the river. Sure enough, Connor, shirtless and wearing only a pair of underwear, was standing on the other side with a gloomy face.

Connor looked like he had just woken up, with disheveled hair as if he had rushed here in a hurry. He was not wearing any clothes, just standing there shirtless. His eagle eyes showed a bit of suspicion. He glanced at Sam, then said nothing, and then turned his gaze to the man who kept rolling and wailing, and said coldly:

"What are you yelling about so early in the morning? I'll cut off one of your legs today. You can find a doctor to reattach it and you won't die. If you dare to disturb my sweet dreams again, I'll cripple your legs."