When Eli turned eighteen and came of age, he received a large amount of wealth from his father, Duke Devonshire, that was unimaginable to ordinary people, including a planet near the Kuiper Belt that contained massive amounts of rare ores, making him the richest man in the empire.

One of several aristocratic omegas. In comparison, the private manor that came as a bonus became an inconspicuous gadget. Eli dug a dark room underground in the manor that was so spacious that it was almost open.

The safety light illuminated the dark room blood red. Eli came back from the slaughterhouse and fell down on the sofa covered in the smell of blood. He was tired and excited, with a cat in his arms.

The cat was lazily stretched out and hung on Eli's body. Its heterochromatic eyes were slightly narrowed, and it was shaking its head and rubbing Eli's slender and soft fingers.

Cats are keen, alert creatures, but they were completely unsuspecting of Eli.

Because Eli never hurt a cat.

The cat is fluffy!

As for pigs... pigs can die.

Eli licked his lips as he recalled the plasma and corpses imprinted on his retinas a few hours ago.

His lips were soft red, crystal moist, covered with a thin layer of saliva, like glaze, or some kind of juicy pulp, but he felt an unquenchable thirst and dryness, as if he hadn't drank for three days.

A drop of water.

He couldn't bear it anymore.

A long-term law-abiding life has severely damaged the physical and mental health of an innocent pervert!

Fortunately, he was fully prepared for his increasingly strong desire to hunt - the four walls of this darkroom were hung with many photos and crime news clippings fixed with thumbtacks, most of which were wanted criminals who were at large.

There is also a small group of scum who are clearly guilty but have escaped punishment by taking advantage of legal loopholes or receiving light punishments because of their high position. Those criminals of different races, ages, and appearances have their faces covered with twisted and violent graffiti and daggers.

Puncture marks.

As a high-quality pervert with extraordinary background, education, and politeness, Eli has his own theory.

Innocent and mediocre ordinary people are pale, boring, and have nowhere to start. They are not even as good as killing pigs, at least the pigs bray louder.

Eli resists all acts of killing innocent people.

——That's very rude.

A pervert with extraordinary taste should abstract the evil deeds of evil people into torture and apply it to themselves, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Only this can be called art.

Eli raised his hand and threw out a dagger.

Sensing that the concentration of something twisted in the air exceeded the standard, the cat in Eli's arms suddenly became alert, broke away from Eli's arms and got under the sofa.

With a "clang" sound, the dagger wedged into the wall, nailing a ferocious face to the wall.

It was a wanted notice for a demon on the loose. His name was Amber Jones, a retired alpha special forces soldier and a brutal nymphomaniac. Currently, this man had brutally raped and killed 11 innocent people.

omega.

Eli used some means that could not be shown openly and obtained some information from the underground trading network that was convenient for hunting.

If the hunt goes well... Considering Abel Jones's pathological desire and violent tendencies, Eli thoughtfully prepared a bride for him.

——That's a multifunctional meat grinder placed in the corner of the darkroom.

The meat entrance has been transformed into the shape of an omega organ.

Eli: "She's so hot."

I couldn't help but admire it.

Obviously, Amber Jones had no reason not to fall in love with her.

Imagining Abel Jones when he was forced to use the machine, Eli trembled and curled up on the sofa, swaying as if he had a fever. His pupils were greatly dilated due to excitement, and his face was suddenly as pale as

A dead man, suddenly as bright as a young girl, enduring and enduring the urge to mince meat in waves.

He's going to hang Abel Jones.

…

This mind-numbing fantasy lasted until Eli was sweating profusely and almost collapsed.

The concentration of abnormality in the air remains high, and the hairball hidden under the sofa refuses to appear.

"Huh..." Eli stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower with his body covered in sweat.

When Eli took off his shirt, he discovered that the shirt clip he had tied on his leg before attending the dance last night was missing.

A shirt clip is something like this: it looks exactly like a garter belt used by women in ancient times. It is narrow, elastic, and is hooped around the thigh. There are several clips on it to hold the hem of the shirt tucked into the pants.

, so that gentlemen in formal attire will not have their shirt hem slip out of their trousers awkwardly due to a slightly larger movement when raising their hands. Therefore, when attending formal occasions, Eli is accustomed to wearing a pair of shirt clips to prevent impoliteness.

Eli, who was full of hunting thoughts, didn't care much about such trivial matters. He might have left it in the guest room of the Chateau Manor, or he might have left it in the dressing room while changing clothes in the slaughterhouse.

It's not like he fell into a hunting scene... Eli didn't really care.

…

What he didn't know was that there was a darkroom underground in Xia Zuo's private manor.

Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, but the size, layout, and decoration style of that darkroom were quite similar to Eli's darkroom.

However, what hangs on the wall of this dark room are not portraits of wanted criminals and newspaper clippings, but densely packed and overwhelming... Eli.

Considering the angle and clarity, most of them seem to be from candid shots.

In addition, there are many clothes of unknown significance, gadgets, and things that can be said to be garbage stored in the dark room.

Shirt, underpants, a single sock, cufflinks, an earring...

A sweat towel, a crumpled toilet paper, a lock of silver hair...

They are classified into categories and placed in a glass cover, and the ceiling light shines from top to bottom, giving these rubbish and gadgets an aura of cultural relics and antiques.

This is because these glass covers can prevent dust, oxidation, and air circulation. They can retain the original smell of those items to the greatest extent.

In the glass cover closest to the edge, there is a pair of shirt clips that look like garters.

This pair of shirt clips is pure black, because it is an omega model, and the corners are boldly decorated with a little lace.
Chapter completed!