Time went back a little bit, Fu Bin carried a backpack on his backpack and didn't even take off the mask on his face. He walked on the streets at night in panic. Now his mind was in a mess. After simply packing up some things, he ran out of the house, without a destination, just wanted to escape.
No matter what, he killed his father with his own hands. The moral condemnation and the majesty of the law made him hurriedly escape there and walked out of the city in a panic. Then, when he passed by an alley, wearing a black mask, the damn gangsters actually laughed at him, which made all the memories of his previous bullying emerge.
The black substance overflowed from his skin and wrapped it up. The out-of-control consciousness only wanted to vent. The black swelling algae drifted around like black smoke. Under Fu Bin's crazy consciousness, these black substances condensed into tentacles, grabbing several gangsters.
Ade, who was making a phone call, fell not far away. Fu Bin rushed towards a gangster tied by black tentacles in black, attacking his head mercilessly, while the person bound by the tentacles of the phytoplankton algae combination could only face the abuse of the other party powerlessly.
The scattered algae formed different shapes with Fu Bin's intentions. At the same time, Fu Bin also suffered all the messy messages from the scattered algae and became even more violent. He held a black sword composed of scattered algae. The sword kept flying with plankton, as if black flames were ignited. Under his physical fitness with the enhanced magic of plankton and shadows, he cut off Ade's feet with one sword and made him fall to the ground.
At this time, Zheng Long's call came. After Ade, who was lying on the ground, answered the phone with difficulty, he said a few words and was stabbed to death by Fu Bin with a sword. He stepped on his phone with one foot. The black floating algae returned to Fu Bin's body like black smoke, and his consciousness woke up again.
But this time he did not escape, but stood at the bloody scene and cried, saying, "This is not my fault, it is their fault. They are the garbage in society. I am just cleaning up the garbage. All of this garbage should be damned, all of it should be cleaned up!"
Most people make excuses for themselves when they do something wrong. They always like to make their behavior correct. Fu Bin, who killed people because of their emotions twice in a row, also began to make excuses for themselves at this time.
The reason I killed my father was just because he was a scum. The reason I killed these gangsters was because they were social garbage. Fu Bin found an excuse to give his extreme behavior a "correct" reason, and gradually brainwashed himself, hypnotized himself, and gave himself the identity of a just cleaner.
Fu Bin, who was thinking this way, was wiped with blood on the ground by the black phytoplankton algae's hands, stopped trembling body, and even wrote a few big words on the wall with a sick smile: "All gangsters deserve to die!"
Because of this kind of self-hypnosis, Fu Bin began to recognize his own behavior, and his confusing thinking became clearer because of panic. First of all, although this place is relatively remote, the four people died and they can't hide it. They don't have so much time to clean up the scene.
The good news is that there is no surveillance when the road from home is coming out. It was midnight when I walked out, and there was no one. I also wore a mask and my backpack was very ordinary. When I just cleaned up the scum, I had black substance wrapped around my hands, and my fingerprints and hair were not left. In other words, as long as I cleaned up some of my back hands, I would not be discovered.
There is also the scum in the family. He drinks heavily at home all year round and occasionally goes out either gambling or going for a prostitute. He has no neighborhood relationship at all. Even if he doesn't see anyone for most of the month, no one will worry. As long as he cleans up this outfit and the garbage at home, my righteous identity will not be exposed.
So Fu Bin returned the same way again. In order to mislead the surveillance, he also controlled the black substance to increase the height under his feet and gained weight. Although this did not match the situation when he came, it would cause doubts, but it could also mislead some people.
He always observed Fu Bin around him and returned to the unmonitored residential area where he lived in fear. The surveillance of such a place had been scrapped long ago, and there were any property management. So when he saw no one, Fu Bin returned to his "home" boldly.
Fu Bin looked at the house that was a little messy because he was holding things, took a moment, and began to clean up the house calmly. When he finally pushed open the door of his room, he saw his father, no, that piece of garbage disappeared.
Fu Bin's cold sweat came out in an instant. His first reaction was that the garbage was not dead, and then he immediately reacted again. If the garbage was not dead, then with his injuries, he would have to call an ambulance. It was quiet here, but it didn't seem like there were signs of an ambulance coming.
So Fu Bin bit his lip and said calmly: "Come out, you give me the mask and help me clean up the garbage. You won't even dare to meet!"
"So? Fu Bin, what do you want?" Shadow Assassin looked at the calm little boy in front of him with scarlet eyes, walked out of a corner, and said in a cold voice.
"It's you, what's your intention to give me the mask?" Fu Bin's black material surged and said viciously, his tone was full of worry and greed. His heart changed rapidly in just a short time. From the panic at the beginning to the social garbage cleaner who claims to be a justice, the black mask that supports all this is the black mask. He doesn't want to and cannot lose the mask. Now the original owner of the mask is here, how can he not worry?
"You don't need to be nervous, that mask is yours!" The shadow assassin looked at the phytoplankton algae that had changed with Fu Bin's mind, nodded and said, "Now you have at least a host."
"The mask you wear is the mask of God, with a total of seven pieces, and my face is one of them." The shadow assassin said seriously: "And each mask will bring different abilities to the host. Although I am also one of the hosts of the mask, I am also the custodian of all the masks of God."
"Every time, our custodian will distribute the mask and hand it over to the corresponding host. We will not care about what the host uses it for. On the contrary, it will help the mask host gain a foothold in the early stage."
"Our only need is that you continue to use the mask..." said Shadow Assassin seriously.
Chapter completed!