"That man asked me to offer him the outsider's heart as a sacrifice."
The rickety uncle's eyes were a little submissive, and he would glance towards the room in the corner from time to time. Such actions were naturally noticed by Chu Ping.
Ever since the rickety old man in front of him entered the house, he had dived into that room. Even if he got closer, he would be stopped by the one-eyed grandma, which forced Chu Ping to pay attention to that room.
So when Chu Ping heard the rickety uncle saying that he wanted to offer his heart as a sacrifice, Chu Ping's first thought was that there should be a shrine in that room.
Chu Ping's nose twitched, and the room was filled with the strong smell of air freshener, which seemed to be covering up the stench in the room, and this slight odor seemed to be coming from that room.
"There is no incense smell, just a stench."
Chu Ping touched his nose, and he suddenly discovered that his sense of smell seemed to be much more sensitive since he didn't know when.
"What happened next? You offered a sacrifice?"
In fact, Chu Ping didn't need to ask, just looking at the current state of the one-eyed grandma, he could guess the final choice of the rickety uncle.
"I had no choice. When I placed the first sacrifice on the shrine, I had no choice."
When the rickety uncle said this, in addition to the submissive look just now, there was also a little helplessness in his eyes.
"In order to bring the old woman back to life, I did it. Every time I offered sacrifices, it lasted for several months, or even half a year. But then the frequency of my madness became more and more frequent, but I had no choice.
Get rid of this feeling."
The rickety uncle's goals began to become complicated, and were eventually replaced by madness and cruelty.
"I fell in love with the sound of the knife cutting into the bones, the feeling of the tip of the knife cutting through the skin, and the way the scarlet blood dyed the place red."
The rickety uncle's voice became more and more crazier, until his eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.
"Uncle is crazy."
Chu Ping took a breath. He really didn't expect that the rickety old man in front of him would become so crazy.
"Am I the last one?"
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. He always felt that the bitter-faced interviewer had an ulterior motive in choosing to ask Chu Ping to come here today.
"Fifty. That person said that if you offer fifty sacrifices, the old woman will recover completely. I can only say that the young man made the right decision."
Although the rickety uncle said so, his body remained paralyzed on the ground.
"I originally thought you were just an ordinary person, but now it seems I was wrong."
Chu Ping curled his lips. If he didn't have these trump cards, he might have been made into a sacrifice by the rickety old man in front of him and enshrined in the shrine.
The rickety uncle slowly got up from the ground with a look of remorse, and then walked staggeringly towards the room he had just entered.
Chu Ping didn't know what he was going to do, so he followed behind the rickety uncle.
"That room should be the place where the shrine is enshrined."
When the door was opened, a strong fishy smell spread from inside.
Chu Ping subconsciously stepped back. The smell hit his forehead and almost made him faint.
"This is······"
Chu Ping endured his nausea and slowly twitched his nose, and an unpleasant stench hit his face.
"Corpse stinks! No wonder a lot of air freshener is sprayed in the room."
Chu Ping calmed down his emotions a little, and then looked up again, only to see the rickety uncle standing in front of the door, looking at everything in the room as if he was admiring his own work of art.
"That one is a girl, she should be eight or nine years old. Her heart beats not so strongly, and is very soft," the rickety uncle's voice sounded, as if he was showing Chu Ping his treasure, "The one next to her is
That one is a male student, he should be studying physical education. He is very tall. I don’t know why he ran in here, and the one next to him.
, is a frustrated middle-aged man who probably came to this community three years ago. At that time, he was very drunk and I happened to bring him home. His heart was probably the least energetic among all the people.
When I raised the knife, what appeared in his eyes was not the desire to live, but the despair of wanting to die. It's really hard to imagine what he went through."
Chu Ping looked in the direction of the rickety uncle's finger and saw that the dark room was filled with heads.
The heads on the wall have different expressions, some are frightened, some are desperate, and some are calm.
Looking deeper, he saw something that looked like a shrine in the dimness, but Chu Ping could not see clearly what was enshrined on it. He could only vaguely see that there seemed to be a rotten and shrunken apple on top of the shrine.
something.
"Is that the sacrifice?"
Chu Ping didn't speak, but there was something different in his eyes.
He had seen perverts before, but this was the first time Chu Ping had seen someone as inhuman as the rickety uncle.
At that moment, Chu Ping was sure that the rickety old man in front of him was no longer a human being, but rather a devil.
When Chu Ping followed the rickety uncle, he never thought that he would make all the heads of the people he had killed into specimens and hang them in the room.
The faint corpse odor that Chu Ping smelled from the rickety uncle before was from here.
Chu Ping clenched his fists, and the anger level in his heart was already full.
"Bang--"
Chu Ping looked at the fallen uncle, then turned to look at Lou Bin who also clenched his fists.
"Sorry boss, I really can't help it."
Chu Ping did not speak, but nodded towards Lou Bin with an affirmative look.
If you do something wrong, you should be punished, and if you do something right, you should be encouraged.
This is Chu Ping’s management approach.
"Uncle, I don't care how many people you have killed before, or what kind of artwork you call it, I just want to know who is the person who asked you to do this?"
The original crazy expression of the rickety uncle slowly dissipated, and his complexion began to slowly turn sallow. His current appearance was like the sequelae of taking too much Viagra, but Chu Ping knew that the rickets uncle at this time was probably not going to die soon.
Yes.
"If you are interested, you can go to the fourth floor and have a look. He used to live in 401. His name is Yu Fei and he is a doctor. As for whether he has ever been to the 31st floor, no one knows."
The rickety uncle's eyes slowly returned to their previous turbidity. He fell to the ground, looking at the direction where the one-eyed grandma fell to the ground, and slowly stretched out one hand there, as if to grasp her tightly.
"Haha, I still didn't let you come back to life in the end. This must be fate."
The rickety uncle took his last breath and then slowly stood up from the ground.
Here, right next to the window, the black fog outside was like a wave, surging and beating on the glass.
