The four people in the bedroom stared at the letter in Han Fei's hand, as if they were sharks smelling blood.
They gathered together with Han Fei.
"They want to hold a death art competition here, using this town as the stage to select new core members from among us." Han Fei didn't hide anything. Even if he didn't say it, those perverts would come from other places.
Got this news.
"It seems we are lucky. Being a core member is a dream for many people."
"I didn't expect that I would have such an opportunity after joining for only three months. Yes, I will perform well."
"Isn't the art of death what I've been pursuing?"
The four people in the room were gearing up and very excited. All kinds of inspirations and ideas had begun to appear in their minds, and bloodshot eyes appeared in their eyes.
"Don't be too optimistic. We are the latest to arrive and have the shortest time to create. The high-quality prey may have been picked up by those who came before. If there is a newcomer among them and makes a big noise, say
Maybe the police will come over soon and ask us to wipe his butt." The self-proclaimed deep-sea fisherman did not rush to take action. He returned to the bedroom and turned on the only TV in the house.
The screen full of black and white snowflakes flickered several times, and finally a strange picture appeared.
A young girl's neck was cut and she was hung on the cliff with rocks tied to her legs.
As time goes by, the girl's body is tilting towards the black ocean little by little.
"This should be a countdown. We have to complete the work before the girl dies." The tramp squinted his eyes and stared at the sensitive parts of the girl's body. His gaze was depressing and terrifying, like a beast.
"Then how do we show our work to the judges? Record the explanation, or take photos and send them to the scheduled place."
"It's not that troublesome. The core members should also be in the town. They may even be watching me.
"They." Deep Sea seems to know a lot of things: "You guys underestimate the core members too much. Those guys are all perverts who climbed out of the dead. If they didn't have super abilities and intelligence, they would have been caught by the Xinhu police long ago."
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"That's right, then let's not waste time." The woman in a hospital gown was the first to walk out the door; I wish you good luck."
Among them, she seemed the weakest, so after learning the rules, she decisively chose to leave quickly.
The homeless man and Shen Hai didn't stop either, and in the end only Han Fei and the middle-aged white-collar worker were left in the house.
"Why don't you go with them?" The well-dressed, rough-dressed middle-aged man looked at Han Fei with curiosity in his eyes.
"I'm thinking of a question. I want to inform the twenty people who attended the offline party. Where are the other fifteen people except us now?" Han Fei looked at the girl on the TV. This part was recorded with delay.
It's not a live broadcast. The girl's fate has already been determined. There is no need to go and save others.
"Who knows, maybe he has finished his work, or he may still be picking his prey, or he may have regretted his decision and did not dare to come over." The white-collar middle-aged man unbuttoned his collar: "People are very simple.
Yes, not everyone has the courage to take this last step and embrace their true self.”…
"People are indeed very simple." Han Fei, who was wearing a clown mask, turned to look at the middle-aged man: "You seem to be very successful. You should have a very happy life. Why do you want to come to our party? This should be a gathering of the unfortunate.
In a gathering place, you seem a bit awkward."
"Really?" The man's confident smile gradually showed a trace of coldness and impatience: "I received an elite education since I was a child. Until middle age, I was the child of other people's families, ranked among the best in my grades, and received various awards. .But these are not what I really want. I have been tied up in a gold birdcage by my family. I am not their pet in captivity, nor am I a work of art created by them. I am a complete person. people."
The middle-aged man unbuttoned all the buttons on his jacket and took out a pack of teeth from his briefcase, as if to show it off to Hu Xing: "I want to escape from that cage, but I don't have the courage to smash it. So I can only vent in my own way, such as using some ordinary hobbies to divert my attention."
"Is collecting teeth your hobby?"
"No, pulling teeth out of living people's mouths is what I hate to do." The man covered his mouth, and the smile on his face had stopped twisting: "They were tied up hand and foot, watching helplessly. The teeth were pulled out one by one, and then screams came from the throat, the whole body twitched in pain, and blood flowed from the wound to the mouth. Once you see this scene, you will never forget it. It is so fascinating."
The man put the bag of teeth against his chest and rubbed it hard, making him chuckle.
"Very low-level taste." Han Fei felt a little bored: "You have had your teeth pulled out a few times, or you have killed a few people."
After hearing such a direct question, the middle-aged man's expression slowly returned to normal. He put his hand into the briefcase. "There are three people, but soon...it will become four people!"
The middle-aged white-collar worker took out a vise from his bag and suddenly rushed towards Han Fei. He picked up the vise and was about to hit Han Fei's head.
"If there are three, the death penalty is more than enough." Han Fei seemed to have no reaction and was still muttering in a low voice.
The middle-aged white-collar worker's eyes bulged out, and something seemed to have gone wrong in his mind.
There was a scene of brains overflowing, but the vise stopped on Han Fei's head.
The arm could not move another centimeter downward, and the middle-aged man's arm was tightly held by one hand.
"Actually, after I saw the letter, I kept thinking about a question. I want to become a core member of the death group chat, but I don't want to kill innocent people, so how can I create my own artwork?"
Han Fei slowly tightened his fingers, and the middle-aged man let out a scream, and the vise in his hand fell to the ground.
"After seeing you, I understood what I should do." Han Fei raised his head, with a stern look under his clown mask: "You are also living people, you are also in this town, and the other nineteen of you are My work.Ming
"What do you want to do!" The middle-aged man struggled desperately, but the difference in strength between the two was too big.
"I will do the things you hate the most, let you see what the real devil is, and also let you learn to insult others and fear death."
Han Fei showed no mercy and broke the middle-aged man's hand bones, and that was just the end...
Covering the middle-aged man's mouth, Han Fei disabled the other man's hands and legs. He used the techniques he learned in the deep world to make the middle-aged white-collar worker feel true seamlessness.
"If I pulled out all your teeth, it wouldn't look like self-defense."
Hearing Han Fei's words, the middle-aged man felt a little relieved. He was really scared now.
"Then we can just let it happen."
Han Fei punched the opponent in the mouth, and several bloody teeth flew out.
After carefully checking the wound and making sure that the other party would not die immediately, Han Fei wiped off his fingerprints at the scene, erased all traces, and walked out of the house.
"Everyone is preparing their own works, and I can't lag too far behind."
The Death Group Chat wanted to select new core members from twenty candidates. This reminded Han Fei of the Paradise Game in Fu Sheng's Memory Shrine. Instead of creating the best work, the Death Group Chat gave the judging rights to
As a top executive, it is better to kill the other nineteen people and firmly hold the power of promotion in your own hands.
This is what Han Fei thinks and does.
"Kill all the people in the death spread group, then this can be considered a real death spread group chat."
Wearing an absurd and weird clown mask, Hu Xing almost merged with the light, and he looked towards the endless alley.
A homeless man with body odor was following a drunken couple. He lowered his head and glanced around from time to time. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but in fact he was slowly getting closer to the couple.
distance.
The targets of this perverted hunt seem to be women. He has a slight mental illness. After getting close to the couple, he couldn't even hide his sick and disgusting expression.
Holding the pieces of glass he picked up in his hands, the homeless man hated killing people with such dirty things abandoned by others. His favorite thing to do was to make those clean and pure things dirty. The dirtier they were, the more satisfied he was.
Five meters, three meters, one meter...
The tramp focused all his attention on the couple, and did not notice that there was another man fifty centimeters behind him, followed closely. The two parties' following abilities were completely different.
The tramp smelled the smell of alcohol and perfume from the couple. He let out a deep gasp, stared at the man's neck, and then raised his hand holding the glass shards.
"Your girlfriend, I will treat her well!"
The dirty hand fell towards the man's neck. The tramp found the right angle, but before he could pierce the man's neck, he felt a huge force coming from behind.
The homeless man stumbled, and the fragment pierced the man's shoulder, and his body directly hit the man's back.
The shoulder was punctured, and the drunk man screamed and jumped up in pain.
"You don't have eyes!"
He shouted angrily at the homeless man, covered his bleeding shoulder, and kicked him to the ground.
"This man just wanted to pierce your neck with glass. You must not let him go lightly." Han Fei also walked over and broke the homeless man's wrist with his foot.
The sound of broken bones frightened the drunken man awake, and then he saw Han Fei break the homeless man's arms and legs one after another.
In the middle of the night, a man wearing a clown mask suddenly rushed out and broke half of the homeless man's bones. Whoever saw this man would not be afraid.
"Either, let's forget it." The man backed away again and again, moving his shoulder that was still bleeding: "Look, I'm fine, I just broke some skin. If you hit him for a while, the bleeding will stop."
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The man wanted to say something else, but his girlfriend quickly pulled him back. The two of them did not dare to stay at all, and ran faster and faster. It is estimated that they will not go out late at night for a long time.
"The residents of this town are quite vicious, and they even spoke for you." Han Fei squatted next to the homeless man, stared at him with a smile, and then dragged him to the back alley.
"You, what do you want to do!"
"Keep your voice down, don't force me to kill you."
