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The blinds on the rust-dyeed gate, through the moldy smell of dusty cotton piled up on the curtains all year round, can only see the other party's chin. He is too high, there is no blood in his lips, and it has a severe dead skin and dry shell. If he is tear it with his teeth, it may drag down the good skin and secrete painful red syrup.

Come in.

Thistle said this.

She slowly pushed open the gate, and the expanded and aging hinges fermented sharply under the rubbing. Without stopping too much, he stepped into the workshop. The bottom of the boots broke a few pieces of broken glass on the ground, and clearly heard the sound of breaking.

He speaks very concisely.

Get things done quickly.

Said this.

Whether it is a hunter or a monster, they are all thirsty and bloody. Ji thought he could not hide his murderous intent and was undulating in the tearing and grinding of his chest, but he was surprised.

It is completely different from the photos provided on the information. It is not a one-inch photo on A4 paper. The gloomy office worker with meticulous hair is more like a black and white photo on the criminal investigation room prisoner list, exuding a strong threat.

He doesn't know himself, but he knows him.

The pleasure of lurking in the darkness and staring at the prey made the corner of thistle's mouth sneer, and even the beautiful face seemed evil.

It seems like a prey that has been hung upside down in a slaughterhouse. The hook penetrates the lungs so that it cannot struggle. It falls into a trap step by step and is broken down by the instrument into various parts of the flesh and blood organs marked on the chart.

At least she thinks so.

The rest of the room didn't say a word, as if they were poor people sitting outside the ICU on a plastic chair and bowed their heads to pray.

No extra nonsense.

The warehouse door that stored the weapons was opened, and the violent noise of the iron roller shutter door sliding up and down broke the funeral silence.

"I believe many people have said that you are so beautiful that you are notorious."

Luo Zhe casually took out a scorpion-type submachine gun from the weapon stand, pulled open the magazine and checked it.

"What? Do you want to ask me to watch a movie?"

Compliments and praise have already developed thick calluses in my ears. It has become indifferent to women like Samantha. Although she is a cute junior, she can only blame herself for not being good at learning skills.

Thistle put on gloves, and the alloy thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye was already pinched in her hand. The impulse of thirsty blood defeated reason, and whoever called herself a monster was also called.

When should I take action? Ji thought, perhaps after he was satisfied and selected the equipment he considered to be excellent, and after his sense of security reached its peak, perhaps when he was most relaxed in his guard, he slaughtered him.

"I mean, no one said that again." Luo Zhe pointed the submachine gun at thistle five meters away and said calmly: "Because I want to beat this face into a bloody hornet's nest."

Pull the trigger.

Tatta...

Before the bullet could be blown into blood mud, half of her head and body separated on its own, turning into countless blue butterflies of different colors, fluttering their wings and flying in disorder.

"What……"

Even Luo Zhe, who had seen monsters, had never seen such a strange scene. Assuming that the bloody disgusting monster can be controlled by biological genes, this scene cannot be assumed, it can only be... the mysterious power brought by blood.

"So that doctor is in the same group as you? But it's too late, you have no way out."

Only in this way can Luo Zhe recognize himself. He didn't expect that the seemingly gentle woman had such a pathological mentality to protect a monster, but it was no longer important.

Pull the alloy wire.

Swish swish swish swish...

The rest of the people in the room were cut into neat squares of flesh and blood by steel wire, and the cross-section of the wound was extremely smooth. In an instant, the amount of bleeding was torn into pieces like a firefighting device. The blood rain gushed out of the fountain made the whole room turn bright red.

The fewer witnesses, the better. Although the lies of Phantom's illusion will be exposed one day and will sooner or later trigger the panic of the doomsday, the later that day will come.

A box of magazines had been knocked out by Luo Zhe. When he pulled the trigger, he could no longer hear the dull sound of the striker hitting the bottom of the ammunition.

"You're the only one left now."

The separated butterflies are recombined, and the blood is stained with soaked silver hair. A handful of twists can seep out blood. The deep blue eyes are no longer radiant, and the focused eyes seem to be the surgeon's careful observation of the flesh and blood that is about to be cut carefully during the operation.

The steel wires that were invisible to the naked eye also showed traces in the house because they were stained with blood. They were like messy spider webs, and were nailed to the wall by flying knives. It was hard to imagine how quickly and accurately it was thrown. Before they could detect it, they were arranged as a torture room.

One hand took out the knife from the toolbox, and the sharp cold light flashed so that people's eyes hurt. The other hand pulled the wire back and hooked it back to a flying knife and threw it towards Luo Zhe's shoulder.

Dongdong...

Luo Zhe's heartbeat was two beats faster and his blood rushed.

The feeling of pushing the back, the nausea of ​​maggots squirming quickly in the stomach, and the feeling of falling back by being pushed by countless horsepower.

He foresaw this scene, with overlapping phantoms in front of him.

He predicted the scene in advance, but could not recall the detailed details. He only remembered that he was cut off and died of his head, and the blood on his neck was like a pillar.

He quickly turned his body and avoided the fatal blow.

But the body's reaction speed could not keep up with thistle at all, and she and Samantha were not on the same level.

A puff.

The wire slashed towards the left shoulder, but because it was avoided in time and was not completely cut off, the remaining meridians and flesh were still connected to the arm and did not fall. The left hand hangs on the shoulders in a broken thread, squirting out a lot of blood.

"Wow?"

Ji is interested, can he perform a certain degree of spiritual vision without being crazy?

This made Ji's attention even more focused. This was not even a warm-up. There were still a lot of people waiting for him behind him. Luo Zhe might be an awakened person.

Thistle feels a little incongruous, and always feels that something is missing. After a little thought, I think about it.

"Can't you feel the pain?"

Yes, if the prey doesn't howl, the experience will be greatly reduced.

"Pain is a warning sign for the body, and weak people will worry about warnings, which is a flaw."

Click...

Luo Zhe didn't blink for a moment and began to tear his cumbersome left arm, but he couldn't pull it off at all. He used all his strength to break the flesh and blood that was still connected, and finally pulled it off like throwing waste and throwing it on the ground.

The only surviving hand took out the Colt M1911 and pulled the trigger to thistle with expressionless face.

Bang bang bang bang...

But it was useless. The shots turned into butterflies, causing no harm, but it was just futile.

"What a terrible person."

Xi finally understood why Samantha couldn't solve it. Yes, compared to those who only escaped before they became crazy, he was a monster himself. Even if he didn't become crazy, he was still an absolute monster.

Monsters that show images.

Thistle thinks like this.

The agile jumping and the human reflex nerves could not keep up. The knife directly cut Luo Zhe's chest, squirting out a huge amount of blood, pouring all over thistle, and the blue leather jacket was covered with blood.
Chapter completed!