Follow the stairs to the second floor office.

Ai Liang directly pried open the door with his mind power.

The office is an ordinary office, you can see everything with a glance.

Ai Liang opened the file cabinet according to Qianmian Ren’s message, and there was only one file bag inside.

After carefully confirming that there were no traps on it, Ai Liang opened the bag and pulled out the A4 paper. The paper was pulled out and brought out several photos.

Ai Liang indifferently floated the photos into rows and looked at them one by one.

Gradually, his fists became tighter and tighter, and the tears in his eyes seemed to turn into gasoline at this moment, and the picture in the photo was about Mars igniting gasoline.

Six photos, six lives, including men and women, the oldest is in his forties, while the youngest is only nine years old.

He picked up the A4 paper again, which was what the Thousand Faces left to him.

‘Heror, when I got this file, I should have been dead. It doesn’t matter whether I was killed by you or committed suicide by myself. Anyway, I don’t plan to continue using this body.’

‘The back of this paper introduces in detail the way six people die. Don’t worry, listen to me, this is not what I did.’

‘From the last time I met in the mall, I realized that you are different from the past. You used to be so decisive, but now you are like a tiger with sharp claws and sharp teeth pulled out. To be honest, I am very disappointed.’

‘You seem to have become a intelligence agent named Hermit, instead of the throat-cutting maniac who made the black area frightened. Has it been the silence of these five years that deteriorated you?’

‘But it doesn’t matter, I will help you grow.’

‘The guy with a mask killed these six people, he was the little gift I gave you.’

‘No need to think about letting the law punish him. He will only be sentenced to death on the surface and then handed over to the countermeasures bureau for detention as a test subject for research masks.’

‘The research won’t hurt them, except for losing their freedom, he can live very comfortably on Prison Island.’

‘If you perform well or even make some small requests, who can make them commit crimes only by being 'bewitched' by Thousand Faces?’

‘Please choose, are you planning to take him away as a hermit and live a life without worrying about food and clothing, or use it as a throat slicing demon to let him experience the pain that had been exerted on the victim?’

‘Of course, I still say that no matter what choice you make, I will support you.’

The last sentence looks sarcastic.

Ailiang pinched the A4 paper into a ball.

He closed his eyes as if he had returned to ten years ago, and the day when he first started killing people.

Negative emotions keep churning inside, and now this emotion is full of three points of anger, three points of sympathy and four points of violence that want to vent.

"You won, the Thousand Faces."

Ai Liang opened his cold eyes, his voice as cold as the Nine Nether Ghosts: "Don't let me meet you again."

Xu Zhihai had no information about the Thousand Faces in his mind, as if all the information about the Thousand Faces was cleared at the moment when the Thousand Faces died and left.

Manipulating Xu Zhihai is like a ray of divine thoughts in a fairy tale novel, without any information, just a fixed program.

Otherwise Ai Liang would not have been incompetent here and would have destroyed him spiritually long ago.

Put away the photos and paper balls, and Ai Liang slowly went downstairs.

The man who was originally lying on the ground was missing, and the crying mask disappeared with him.

Ai Liang was not in a hurry. In his perception, he did not go far.

Outside the warehouse, the man in the mask put on a crying mask again and was sitting in the driver's seat of the van.

He found the car keys of the van from the bodies of the five people.

With the engine started, his eyes revealed joy.

Finally, I can escape there!

"Ahem...there are a group of monsters in the warehouse, and even Mr. Qianmeng fell...Ahem." The masked man coughed up blood while talking.

He can still act now entirely by the blessing of the crying mask. As long as he takes off his mask, he will become half-dead again.

"It's good. Once Mr. Qianmeng dies, I can use the power of the mask as I want. No one can restrain me or control me anymore! Hahahaha..." The masked man coughed up blood while imagining a bright future.

"The mask stores almost all the knowledge and skills that humans can learn. I can take up any profession with the mask, and I will become an invincible genius!"

The masked man became more and more excited the more he thought about it. He waved his arm excitedly, but unexpectedly it caused an internal injury and twitched in pain.

Then the car crashed into an unfinished construction site as if it had been hit by a ghost.

The masked man climbed out of the car with great difficulty, and the collision made his already seriously injured body worse.

"Ahem... it's so fucking unlucky. This kind of injury will take several days to completely recover with the strength of the mask..." The masked man stood up shakingly.

"Forget it, go to the nearby residential building and find any household. Anyway, this is a development zone, so no one cares."

"Where are you going?"

A very cold voice came from behind.

The masked man was so scared that his soul was emitting great horror.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to a good place."

The masked man turned around and the apostle in Mr. Thousand Face's mouth was standing behind him.

And steel bars floated beside him, and saw such a strange scene of the masked man's hair standing upside down.

He knew that the visitor was not good with his butt, so he rolled and crawled towards the construction site gate.

Whoosh!

A steel bar penetrated directly through his right leg.

"Ahhh!!!!" The masked man covered the wound and screamed in pain. What's even more strange is that the wound was expanding little by little but no bleeding, and only heart-wrenching pain came.

"Don't worry, I used my mind to help you stop the bleeding. Don't worry about you dying due to excessive blood loss."

As soon as Ai Liang waved his hand, the steel bars pulled away from the masked man's right leg, causing his entire leg muscles to twitch continuously.

"No, no, please... let me go..."

The masked man hugged his right leg and begged hard, the snot on his face and tears were mixed together, and he was flowing loudly.

"At that time, the seventeen-year-old boy should have begged you like this, have you let him go?"

Ai Liang was unmoved. As soon as he changed his mind, the man with masked thumb nails were lifted, revealing the pink and tender flesh below.

"Ah!!!"

The masked man rolled on the ground like crazy, as if this could disperse some of the pain.

"Don't you like to play hunter games? Run, as long as you run out of the door, I will let you go." Ai Liang whispered in the masked man's ear like a devil.

The masked man wanted to stand up, but because of the wound on his right leg, he could not walk upright. He suddenly remembered that he had also tortured the boy who was full of stars in his classmates.

Within two seconds of memory, the pain overwhelmed his reason, and his desire to survive prompted him to climb to the construction site gate.

The distance that can be reached in just over ten seconds is so far away at this time.

“5”

Ai Liang suddenly started counting down.

“4”

The masked man didn't care about the pain of his thumb, and crawled towards the door with both hands.

“3,2,1…It’s a pity that you failed.”

Two blue iron doors closed in the masked man's desperate gaze.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning, and there are still five people's suffering waiting for you."

The masked man turned his head and looked at Ai Liang. Behind him, there seemed to be six incomplete souls standing, and they were all showing horrifying smiles at him.

"Don't come here!!!"

The masked man leaped towards the door with his last strength, smashing the thin iron door with both hands. He tried to make a sound, attracting the people around him to come and rescue him from the demon's hands.

"No need to waste my energy, I've isolated all the sounds."

Ai Liang approached the masked man step by step. This 1.8-meter-old man curled up next to the iron door like a frightened mouse.

He found that no matter how hard he tried to hit the iron door with his hands, he could not make any sound, as if there was an invisible barrier that isolated the contact between the palm and the iron door.

The masked man struggled wildly, but his seriously injured body could not exert any power.

Ai Liang grabbed his left foot like a dead dog, whispering what he said when he first killed someone ten years ago: "Tooth for tooth, eye for eye..."

The masked man's hands had been worn out, and his ten fingers tried to hold the ground, but he could only leave ten blood marks on the rough concrete floor. Ai Liang dragged ten red lines and slowly walked towards a dark unfinished building.

"You beast, you are not worthy of dying decently..."

As the masked man was about to sink into the darkness, he let out the last scream in his life.
Chapter completed!