January 90th year of the new calendar.

York City, Lower Town, in an inconspicuous rental house.

A series of shrill wails came from the only room in the rental house.

It sounds like a young woman with extreme pain and fear in her voice.

In the living room, a young man was tied tightly to the sofa with a rope, and his face was covered with tears.

Although he was extremely tired, the rope had bleeding his hands and feet and his throat was yelling, his eyes were still staring at the room, where his wife was inside, suffering from a demon's torture.

The young man didn't understand why his wife's screams and his yelled roars were so loud that the neighbors around him didn't respond, as if they couldn't hear them at all.

The scream lasted for more than half an hour before gradually stopping until it disappeared.

Soon, a man came out of the room.

He is about thirty years old, with gray hair, deep facial features, and a symmetrical upper body muscles, covered with dazzling blood.

The gray-haired man walked to the coffee table, picked up the kettle, raised his head and poured water into his mouth. The overflowing water washed his chest, brushing out a few traces of blood, revealing a tattoo of a skeleton.

The young man stared at the gray-haired man in front of him with extremely hatred eyes, opened his mouth, but his throat was already shouting and could not make any sound.

After drinking the water, the gray-haired man looked down at the young man: "Are you worried about your wife? Don't worry, I will put her back together in a while, and it will definitely be more perfect than before."

As he said that, he touched his stomach with his hands, and an exaggerated smile appeared on his face: "Sorry, I seemed to accidentally eat a few pieces when I was hungry. Don't you mind?"

"Ah...ah..."

The young man opened his mouth wide and made a creepy cry.

Another force burst out from his tired body, and he struggled desperately, and the frozen wound on his hands and feet was worn out again by the rope.

The gray-haired man showed a touching expression: "Do you like my art too? It's okay, it's your turn soon."

Bang!

The originally locked door was suddenly pushed open, which scared the gray-haired man.

The young man looked out with great strength, and a sense of hope rose in his eyes. Could it be that the neighbors called the police after hearing the movement, and the sheriff finally arrived?

A man in his thirties walked in outside the door, with neat short hair, wearing a black windbreaker and a cold face.

He sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air and stared at the gray-haired man with cold eyes: "Wendell, you know I hate others' unruly the most."

Wendell quickly put on a flattering expression: "Wang Teng, don't be angry, I'm just waiting for too long and I'm bored, so I'm just coming out to have some fun."

"Have fun?"

Wang Teng's low tone revealed a sense of dissatisfaction: "You have only a little chance of having fun from these ordinary people. Haven't you eaten enough of the lessons from last time? I said that you are not allowed to attack ordinary people again."

The young man on the sofa saw that the two were accomplices, and was already extremely desperate.

At this moment, after hearing Wang Teng say this, he couldn't help but feel hope and looked at him with a look of help.

"But I can't help it."

Wendell was not angry, but felt a little aggrieved: "Watching these fresh bodies walking around in front of me, my hands couldn't help itch. You don't know that after the human body is broken and put together again, it will become more perfect..."

Wendell became more excited and more intoxicated as he spoke, and he became more and more intoxicated as he danced.

"Enough."

Wang Teng interrupted coldly: "I'll give you ten minutes to finish, I'll wait for you in the hotel."

After saying that, he turned around and left, without looking at the young man on the sofa from beginning to end, completely ignoring the pitiful look of help.

Wendell walked to the sofa and said apologetically: "Sorry, I have to leave, I can't let you experience my art."

While speaking, he took out a scalpel with a cold light shining in the despairing eyes of the young man.

...

Wendell, wearing clothes, was as gentle as his name, like the attending physician in a large hospital, with the temperament of an intellectual.

In fact, he was indeed an excellent doctor before, and he gave up his job just to pursue art.

With a look of secretly sending Qiubo at the hotel reception desk, Wendell returned to the hotel room where he was temporarily staying.

Wang Teng was surfing the Internet in the room. When he saw Wendel coming back, he said straight to the point: "It turns out that Yang Shangyong died four months ago. His mission has not been completed. We are missing at least thirty pure souls this year."

Wendel sat down in front of Wang Teng, looking surprised: "I died four months ago? Why didn't the hive notify us?"

Yang Shangyong is at the lowest level of worker bees within the organization and is specifically responsible for collecting pure souls. He needs to report his whereabouts to the beehive regularly.

If he had died four months ago, the hive would have passed the news to them, the two people who specialize in recycling their souls.

"Because his death was covered up, if we hadn't come to York City, we might have been kept in the dark."

Wang Teng stared at the screen of the notebook, his eyes flashing with interest: "Guess who covered up Yang Shangyong's death?"

Wendell was holding an apple, peeling it with a scalpel, and casually said, "Who is it?"

"Lu Yunyao."

"What?"

In amazement, Wendell cut off the apple skin. He didn't care about this and quickly turned his head to look at his companion: "The woman who caused the plan to fail last month and made the hive angry?"

"That's right."

Wang Teng's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of excitement appeared in his usual gloomy tone: "I didn't expect that I could find her clues here. She used her authority to cover up Yang Shangyong's death, which must have some purpose."

Wendell asked, "Do you want to report it to the hive?"

Although the Beehive has a high reward for Lu Yunyao, she is not easy to mess with. I heard that she is a reserve cadre.

Wang Teng glanced at him and was very disgusted: "Idiot, I am also a reserve cadre. What are you afraid of? Besides, she cannot be in York City now. If we notify the hive, the hive will also order us to figure out her purpose of covering up Yang Shangyong's death."

Wendell understood that it would be better to act on his own instead of reporting and waiting for the order from the hive.

If you succeed, you will get some credit. If you fail, you don’t have to take responsibility.

"Listen to you."

Wendell started peeling again: "Do whatever you say."

The two have been together for a long time, and Wang Teng has always been making the decision.

Wang Teng began to apply for permission from the hive and began to investigate Yang Shangyong's whereabouts diary.

Whenever Yang Shangyong goes to a place, he will regularly upload his whereabouts diary to the hive, so that the hive can find him as soon as possible.

His whereabouts diary has been deleted by Lu Yunyao, but the database provides recovery function.
Chapter completed!