Follow the stairs to the office on the second floor.
Ai Liang directly used telekinesis to pry open the door.
The office is just an ordinary office, and you can see everything at a glance.
Ai Liang opened the filing cabinet according to the message from the Thousand Faces Man, and there was only one file bag inside.
After carefully confirming that there were no traps on it, Ai Liang opened the bag and pulled out an A4 paper. Several photos were taken out of the paper.
Ai Liang indifferently placed the photos in a row and looked at them one by one.
Gradually, his fists clenched tighter and tighter, and the tears in his eye sockets seemed to turn into gasoline at this moment, and the scene in the photo was the spark that ignited the gasoline.
Six photos, six lives, both male and female, the oldest is over forty years old, while the youngest is only nine years old.
He picked up the A4 paper again, and on it were the words left to him by the Thousand-Faced Man.
'Hermit, I should be dead when I get this file. It doesn't matter whether I am killed by you or I commit suicide. I don't plan to continue using this body anyway.'
‘The back of this paper details how six people died. Don’t worry, just listen to me. I didn’t do this.’
'From the last time we met in the mall, I noticed that you are different from before. You used to be so decisive in killing, but now you are like a tiger that has had its claws and fangs pulled out. To be honest, I am very disappointed.
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'You seem to have turned back into an intelligence agent named the Hermit, instead of the slit-throat maniac who made the black area fearful. Has the silence of these five years made you degenerate?'
'But it doesn't matter, I will help you grow.'
'It was the guy with the mask who killed these six people. He is my little gift to you.'
'There is no need to think about letting the law punish him. He will only be sentenced to death in public, and then privately transferred to the custody of the Countermeasures Bureau as a test subject for research on masks.'
'The research will not harm them. Apart from losing his freedom, he can live a very comfortable life on the prison island.'
'If they behave well, they can even make some small demands. Who told them to commit crimes just because they were 'bewitched' by a thousand-faced man?'
‘Choose, are you going to let the Countermeasure Bureau take him away as a hermit and live the rest of your life with no worries about food and clothing, or are you going to be a cutthroat demon and let him experience the pain that you once inflicted on your victims?’
'Of course, again, no matter what choice you make, I will support you.'
The last sentence seems quite sarcastic.
Ai Liang crumpled the A4 paper into a ball.
When he closed his eyes, he felt like he was back ten years ago, back to the day when he committed murder for the first time.
Negative emotions are constantly tumbling in my heart, and now this emotion is three parts anger, three parts sympathy, and four parts violence that I want to vent.
"You win, Man of Thousand Faces."
Ai Liang opened his cold eyes, and his voice was as cold as a Jiuyou ghost: "Don't let me meet you again."
There was absolutely no information about the Thousand-Faced Man in Xu Zhihai's brain. It was as if the moment the Thousand-Faced Man died and left, all information about him was erased.
What controls Xu Zhihai is like a ray of divine thought in a fairy novel, it does not contain any information and is just a fixed program.
Otherwise, Ai Liang would not have done anything and watched him walk away, which would have destroyed him mentally long ago.
Putting away the photos and paper balls, Ai Liang slowly went downstairs.
The masked man who was lying dead on the ground has disappeared, and the crying face mask disappeared with him.
Ai Liang was not in a hurry, as he felt that he had not gone far.
Outside the warehouse, the masked man put on the crying mask again and was sitting in the driver's seat of the van.
He found the keys to the van from the bodies of the five people.
As the engine started, his eyes showed joy.
We can finally escape from there!
"Ahem. The warehouse is full of monsters. Even Mr. Thousand Faces has fallen victim to it. Ahem." The masked man coughed up blood as he spoke.
He can still move now only because of the blessing of the crying face mask. As long as the mask is taken off, he will become half-dead again.
"That's fine. Once Mr. Thousand Faces dies, I can use the power of the mask as I please. No one can restrict or control me anymore! Hahaha cough cough." The masked man coughed up blood while thinking about a bright future.
"The mask stores almost all the knowledge and skills that humans can learn. I can use the mask to find a job in any profession. I will become an unparalleled genius!"
The masked man became more and more excited as he thought about it. He waved his arms excitedly, but unexpectedly caused internal injuries, causing him to twitch in pain.
Then the car crashed into an unfinished construction site, as if it was hit by a ghost.
The masked man climbed out of the car with great difficulty. The collision made his already seriously injured body worse.
"Ahem. What a fucking unlucky person. Even with the power of the mask, it will take several days to fully recover from this kind of injury." The masked man stood up unsteadily.
"Forget it, let's go to a nearby residential building and find a random house. This is a development zone anyway, no one cares at all."
"Where are you going?"
An extremely cold voice came from behind.
The masked man was immediately frightened to death.
"Don't worry, I will take you to a good place."
When the masked man turned around, the apostle mentioned by Mr. Thousand Faces was standing behind him.
And the steel bars were floating beside him. Seeing such a strange scene, the masked man's hair stood on end.
Even with his butt, he knew that the person coming was evil, so he rolled and crawled towards the gate of the construction site.
Phew!
A steel bar penetrated directly through his right leg.
"Ah!!!!" The masked man covered the wound and screamed in pain. What was even more strange was that the wound was expanding a little but there was no bleeding. All that could be heard was the heartbreaking pain.
"Don't worry, I used telekinesis to help you stop the bleeding. You don't have to worry about you dying from excessive blood loss."
As soon as Ai Liang waved, the steel bar was pulled away from the masked man's right leg, causing his entire leg muscles to twitch.
"No, no, please let me go."
The masked man held his right leg and begged, the snot and tears on his face mixed together and flowed loudly.
"At that time, the seventeen-year-old boy should have begged you in the same way. Did you let him go?"
Ai Liang was unmoved. As soon as he thought about it, the masked man's thumb nail was lifted, revealing the tender flesh and blood underneath.
"Ah! Ah!!!"
The masked man was rolling on the ground like crazy, as if this could distract him from the pain.
"Don't you like to play hunter games? Run, I will let you go as long as you run out of the gate." Ai Liang whispered in the masked man's ear like a demon.
The masked man wanted to stand up, but was unable to walk upright because of the wound on his right leg. He suddenly remembered that he had also tortured and killed the boy who was praised by his classmates in this way.
Within two seconds of recalling it, the pain overwhelmed his reason, and his desire to survive prompted him to crawl towards the gate of the construction site.
The distance that usually takes more than ten seconds to reach is now so far out of reach.
"5"
Ai Liang suddenly started counting down.
"4"
The masked man ignored the pain in his thumb and quickly crawled towards the door with both hands together.
"3,2,1 It's a pity that you failed."
The two blue iron doors closed under the masked man's desperate eyes.
"Don't worry, this is just the beginning, there are still five people suffering waiting for you."
The masked man turned to look at Ai Liang. Behind him, there seemed to be six mutilated souls standing, and they were all smiling horribly at him.
"do not come!!!"
The masked man used his last strength to leap towards the door and smashed the thin iron door with both hands. He tried to make a noise to attract people around him to come over and rescue him from the devil's hands.
"No need to waste your efforts, I have blocked out all sounds."
Ai Liang approached the masked man step by step. The 1.8-meter tall man huddled next to the iron door like a frightened mouse.
He found that no matter how hard he beat the iron door with his hands, he could not make any sound, as if there was an invisible barrier that separated the contact between his palms and the iron door.
The masked man struggled wildly, but his severely injured body was unable to exert any strength at all.
Ai Liang dragged his left foot like a dog to death, repeating in a low voice the words he said when he first killed someone ten years ago: "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye."
The masked man's hands were worn out, and his fingers tried to clasp the ground, but they could only leave ten blood stains on the rough concrete floor. Ai Liang dragged ten red lines slowly towards the dark unfinished building.
"A beast like you doesn't deserve to die with dignity"
When the masked man was about to disappear into the darkness, he let out the last scream of his life.
"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!!"
Ai Liang, who was dragging the masked man with him, had his whole face immersed in shadow, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved as if he were smiling.