The sturdy clown man raised his head high, and the muscles on his upper body squeezed together with his movements, like mountains, screaming like crazy, and he really felt like a clown murderer.
Yu Xing: "..."
Zhao Yijiu: “…”
The cut-off man's hair was very short, his eyes stared in horror, his scattered pupils were not shining at all, leaving only empty darkness.
The head was raised to the clown's hand, just above the clown's own head, and it looked like it was connected to the two heads, which was very weird.
The clown man also raised his other hand high, holding a knife with obvious serrated teeth in his hand.
Yu Xing was close to him, and he could understand why the neck wound of the corpse was so many bumps. The knife itself was very blunt and there were many gaps on the blade. As long as the beheader did not know the line that was easiest to separate the neck, it would inevitably cut down several times due to the dullness of the weapon.
For the murderer, it was just a little more effort, but for the victims, especially after examination, who found no wounds except the neck and arms, it was simply torture.
Now the tip of the knife is facing Yu Xing's forehead, and the arm seems to be swinging down without hesitation. The clown man's eyes are red, which is a sign of extreme excitement and loss of reason.
"I don't really want to go to the toilet, but I want to interview you. What are your habits? Do you want to bring a head when going to the toilet?" Yu Xing looked at the clown man's fierce appearance and was extremely calm.
Since the murderers are all here, what he said just now is like there is no need. There is a great opportunity to seize the clues. He took a step quietly and blocked the clown's route.
The clown man's expression was grim for a moment, but he still grabbed the hair of the head and stabbed the knife with his right hand.
"You don't understand at all!"
He shouted, "What's the point of killing him? I want to scare him even more, so that he will never dare to look up when he goes to the bathroom again! Hehehe, do you know how frightened he was when he was sitting on the toilet playing with his phone and making those disgusting words with my girlfriend when he looked up and suddenly saw my head?"
Yu Xing quickly took a step back, and at the same time, Zhao Yijiu raised his arm to hold the knife.
So Yu Xing had free time and looked at the partition between the two compartments. The partition was the same height as the compartment itself, and was not very high. An adult man could reach the top of the partition by stepping on the toilet. Similarly, as long as they put a little force, they could move their heads over the thin partition and look at the compartment next door.
The clown man revealed the biggest information in a brief passage, and also revealed that he deliberately peeped at the victim to go to the toilet in order to intimidate the other party.
This is a typical pervert in personality. After ordinary murderers kill people, they want to hide them immediately and erase all clues. They must clear all relationships with the murder case, with the purpose of keeping their crimes from being punished.
Some perverted murderers want to show off their behavior to the whole world. They will feel that their killing methods are so clever and exciting. What they need is attention, recognition, topic, and audience.
This clown man peeped in the last compartment before killing someone. After killing someone, he even carried the victim's head on his body and returned to the last compartment. What can he do?
Yu Xing thought about it with the perverted killer's idea and thought that he would probably climb to the top of the partition again to peek at the corpse that had lost its vitality.
Watching the corpse he created lies quietly on the ground, lifeless, probably like a sculptor appreciating the artwork he created with satisfaction.
"Why are you blocking me?" The clown's knife did not stab Yu Xing, and he shouted wildly. His voice was definitely the largest decibel that a person's ear could bear, but this did not attract any snooping from the outside world. There was no one to go into the toilet to check, and even the three people in the women's toilet next door were not moving.
Regardless of Lisha and Lian En, Qu Yanqing would always come to see it. She has not come now, which can only mean that the moment Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu saw the body and the clown man, the space in the toilet was closed to some extent.
Probably just like the day the murder occurred, no matter how the victim screamed, no one came to help him.
"You have seen it, you have seen it, why don't you let me kill you too? Do you want to go out? I tell you, it's impossible for you to go out, don't you want to spread everything I do!" The clown man roared viciously, his speaking speed was very fast, like a madman with a conscious mind.
Yu Xing discovered that the clown man had some awareness of wanting to keep it secret. The only difference was that the ordinary murderer's confidentiality was aimed at everyone, while his confidentiality was aimed at most people - as long as he found out that his secret was a few people, he would kill these very few people together and become his new secret.
"Are you sick?" Zhao Yijiu felt that the clown man was very strong. If you want to describe it, it would be different from a living person. He frowned and listened to the clown man's noisy nonsense, and his eardrums were shocked to ache.
Moreover, when he heard that the clown man was peeping at others before killing someone, he couldn't help but remember the bedtime story that Zhao Mou told him when he was very young.
A girl stayed at school for duty after school. It was already very late when she came out. Her house was very remote, and there were no pedestrians on the road, and there were fewer and fewer buildings on both sides of the road. It was getting dark, and the girl was a little scared when she walked home alone.
However, soon, her fear became real, because as she walked, she found that there was a man following her far away. She had never met this man on the road. An ominous premonition enveloped her. She planned to find an opportunity to get rid of the man, but there was only a public toilet built on the roadside in front.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! There is an uncle in the public toilet who is responsible for cleaning, and there seems to be no other job to do, so the uncle stays in the outermost duty room of the public toilet all year round.
She felt that as long as she entered the public toilet, the person who followed him would definitely not continue to follow the uncle when he saw it, right? If she still wanted to do something, she would find an opportunity to ask for help from the uncle.
So the girl accelerated her pace and finally ran and rushed into the public toilet. She saw the tall man behind her with her eyes, following her tightly, and even had a malice that she no longer concealed.
The girl entered the toilet and knocked on the door of the duty room, but no one responded.
She didn't expect that the uncle who had been on duty in the toilet would leave at this moment. The girl thought that the person who followed closely behind was very scared, so she couldn't help but enter the women's toilet. The compartment in the women's toilet had a door lock, which was safer. She thought that she would just wait in the toilet for the uncle on duty to come back, and she couldn't lead that man to her home.
After about a minute, there was no movement outside. The girl thought that the man who followed her had no courage to enter the women's bathroom, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then she heard footsteps and someone walked to the front of her compartment, as if she had stood for a while, and then entered the compartment next to her.
The girl wanted to speak out and ask if the person next door was a girl, but then she thought, is it so remote that there are really women who happen to pass by and walk in to the bathroom at this time?
She pricked her ears in fear and worry, listened quietly to the movement next door, locked herself next to the toilet, and hugged her in a ball to seek a sense of security.
It seemed like a long time passed, and the person next door had not come out, so the girl became more sure that this must be the man who followed her. She didn't dare to speak out, but just hoped that the uncle on duty would appear soon. While she was afraid, she also felt a little curious. She was curious about what the man next door had been waiting for so long.
It was this curiosity that prompted her to slowly raise her head. Because of the blockage of the wooden board, people would instinctively look at the unblocked place, that is, the top of the wooden board. Although they still couldn't see anything, there would still be subconscious actions.
The girl raised her head and suddenly saw a man's face.
I don't know how long the face had been pressed over the wooden board. The red eyes in her eyes stared at her with a sick smile on her face, and she was also very familiar with this face.
It was the uncle on duty. The collar that the uncle on duty reached over was exactly the same as the man behind him just now.
At that time, Zhao Yijiu probably just understood what fear was. People who were too young lacked the due fear of everything, because the alert hidden in the genes had not been developed enough. When a person knew that he was afraid of certain animals, certain behaviors, or unknown things like ghosts, it was when they really began to protect themselves.
When Zhao Mou just understood fear, he treated this story as a bedtime story and told him every night.
Maybe I am too lazy to find new stories, so I use repeated stories to perfunctory him.
At that time, their family was still fine, and his father was relieved to hand over the younger Zhao Yijiu to his brother Zhao Mou to take care of him. Who would know what messy things Zhao Mou usually tells Zhao Yijiu?
Therefore, Zhao Yijiu had a very deep impression of this story, so deep that even after experiencing many years of darkness and loneliness, and growing up to 25 years after seeing the light again, she was almost vivid in her memory of the storytelling of Zhao Mou when she was a child.
The tone, plot and expression seemed to be etched into his mind by a knife. Now facing the roar of the clown man, the image of the man following the little girl in the story, that is, the uncle in the duty room, suddenly became one with the clown man in front of him.
He was in a daze for a moment, and the clown man with great strength took advantage of this gap and pushed him away like an explosion. The knife still stabbed towards Yu Xing with hatred.
Perhaps it is verbal mockery. For the perverted murderer who is mentally sensitive after madness, it is much more powerful than possible physical conflicts.
The blade poked in front of the face again, and a trace of disgust flashed in Yu Xing's eyes. He was just weak, but his body and explosive power were stronger than this clown man. At this moment, he slightly deflected his head, flashed through the knife, and then held the clown man's wrist with his hand.
The five fingers exerted force. Zhao Yijiu, who came to his senses, heard the clown man's wrist bones cracking. The clown man widened his eyes as if he was disbelief. After a moment, he realized and let out a scream that shocked the world and the earth.
The head in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. The clown man was stunned and immediately stopped caring about his broken wrist bone. After throwing the knife, he bent down and picked up the head like a treasure. Then, he laughed like a forward rushing to the ball and ran away from Yu Xing with a striking move.
Compared with the previous poking and attacks, the clown man's speed and reaction ability when he escaped had significantly increased by a big step, so that even Yu Xing could not stop him. Instead, he was wiped while he escaped, and half of his body became numb.
Zhao Yijiu was about to chase after him immediately, and Yu Xing smiled: "No need to chase after him, haven't you seen it? His body disappeared as soon as he left the toilet door. It seems that he only exists in the incident of the enclosed space of the toilet."
In other words, he was indeed the human murderer on that timeline. He was left in the legend of evening self-study forever with the corpse in the compartment, becoming an inescapable horror story.
Normally, the process of this event should be like this.
Someone found the body in the penultimate compartment and screamed in panic. At this moment, the sound of knocking came from the last locked compartment, and the screaming person became even more scared.
Then the clown man rushed out with the head of the corpse, attacking the discoverer with words to speed up the fear of the discoverer, and then using the knife in his hand to kill the discoverer, turning it into the same as the corpse in the penultimate room. This is the process of killing people during the evening study time of the toilet incident.
Corpse, murderer, madness, blade, these connected images are enough to form a weird legend that today's students dare not step into the toilet.
But just today, the clown male murderer encountered Waterloo. The two people he met were even more crazy than him. One of them had no less strength and cold temperament than him, and the other even crushed his bones. Not only that, he also mocked him and denied his sense of ritual after the murder.
They are all devils!
So the clown man ran out with the idea of escaping. Of course, he might not know that he could not "run out". There was only one timeline and one world in his thoughts.
The final effect was that the vicious perverted murderer escaped from the toilet and disappeared in horror. The corpses in the compartment disappeared like bubbles. The toilet became normal again, as if nothing had happened just now, leaving only two emotionally stable "students" looking at each other.