"The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light."
The priest was holding a cross and standing next to the garbage dump in the back alley of Dolphin Bay. He was examining the body of a homeless man.
"The limbs were broken, and the bone fragments were pierced into the flesh. The perpetrator knew how to maximize the pain and ensure that he would not be killed. What kind of work did that guy want to complete? Although it was said before
There will be people who attack their companions, but it is really rare for a guy like him to have clear goals and fierce methods." The cross in the priest's hand was sharpened. He gently pressed the homeless man's eyes with his left hand, while holding the cross with his right hand.
Lift it up as if you are preparing to stab it into the other person's mouth.
"Hey..." A deep voice suddenly sounded in the darkness at the end of the alley. The pastor felt as if he saw a poisonous snake spitting out a message. The muscles in his back tensed instantly and he stood facing the back alley.
"Why are there still vultures that snatch other people's prey?" Han Fei walked out of the shadows. He beat the homeless man half to death and was about to leave, but he felt that a passerby was acting strangely.
In fact, it's not that strange. The priest only appeared in the crowd on the street once when Han Fei entered Dolphin Bay. After Han Fei dragged the homeless man into the back alley, he "happened" to be walking far away again.
Pass.
Appearing around Han Fei twice in a row, there is a high chance that someone else would not realize there is a problem, but Han Fei is too keen.
He pretended to leave, using the homeless man as bait, and the priest was indeed fooled.
"Are you here to participate in the art exhibition too?" Han Fei felt that he had said enough, and he was ready to take action immediately after the pastor nodded.
"I am responsible for recording and observing, and summarizing your creative process to the judges." The pastor slowly put away the cross: "You can treat me as an outsider."
"Outsiders won't attack other people's prey. If you want to destroy my work, then become a part of my work." Han Fei walked forward as he spoke. By the time the priest reacted, Han Fei had already moved closer.
The distance between two people.
"I am an official senior member of the death group chat, you can't do anything to me."
"I've joined the death group chat, and you still talk to me about the rules?" Out of respect for the senior members, Han Fei took out his stick and swung it hard: "It seems that your daily prayers are useful. The god you believe in makes
If you meet me, I will wake you up."
The letter Han Fei received did not say who he could not attack. The entire Dolphin Bay was the stage for the "Death Art Exhibition", and Han Fei was not prepared to let anyone enter this town.
The pastor never expected to meet a "contestant" like Han Fei. He hurriedly picked up the cross to resist, but he underestimated Han Fei's strength.
Two consecutive crisp sounds echoed in the back alley. The first sound was the cross being broken, and the second sound came from inside his arm.
"From the sound of your voice, you have some osteoporosis."
Han Fei treated everyone equally and did not show mercy just because he was a "staff member." After a few minutes, there were two "bodies" on the garbage pile.
"There may be unspeakable beings in the Black Rain area. I have never fought against a real unspeakable until now, and I don't know about the unspeakable abilities and the impact they can have on reality."
"For the time being, I am considering the worst case scenario. Those core members may be able to obtain some small gifts from the deep world, just like the woman wearing the death mask, which can block my blade, so I cannot be careless."
When the night was at its darkest, Han Fei's hunting continued.
He wears a scary clown mask and wanders in the darkness like a ghost. Not to mention normal people, even other members of the death group chat are a little afraid of meeting him.
…
The kerosene lamp was lit at the dock, and the ugly-looking Deep Sea squatted on a fishing boat. A father and daughter were trapped in a huge fishing net next to him.
"I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. My last work was too cliché. Pure cruelty and gore are not the criteria, but the understanding of death is."
The fish-killing knife fell hard, and he peeled off a live fish in the deep sea and cut it into pieces. He didn't mind the fishy smell and put it directly into his mouth to chew.
"It's almost dawn, and a decision must be made."
After smashing the fish head, Shen Hai walked to the fishing net with a knife. He squatted next to the faces of the father and daughter: "I can kill you both, but now I want to give you a chance to live."
"Let my daughter go, she's still young, I can do anything you ask me to do!" The fisherman's father begged the monster in front of him, and his daughter was already frightened and crying.
"Did I let you speak?" Shenhai extended the fish-killing knife to the fisherman's eyes: "If your daughter kills you with her own hands, I can let her live alone, and vice versa, I also look forward to you killing yourself.
The look on my face when I was a daughter."
With a ferocious face, Deep Sea's mouth was split open, revealing crooked teeth: "This is my last mercy."
He released one of the fisherman's arms, pulled the fisherman's daughter's upper body out of the fishing net, and then gave them a knife to scale the fish.
"Kill each other, and the remaining one can live, otherwise you will all die." Shen Hai's white eyes stared at the father and daughter. If they made any move, Shen Hai would directly take action: "Quick! Don't make me wait.
Too long!"
Neither the father nor the daughter made a move. The girl kept crying and could not hold the knife steady. The father had no intention of killing at all. He would rather die by himself.
"I'll give you ten more seconds." Shen Hai scratched the deck with his fish-killing knife and began to count down. The father and daughter became increasingly painful and tormented.
"10,9,8..."
The sound of the deep sea seemed to be a note of urgency, and the fisherman finally made a decision. He signaled the girl with his eyes to escape, and he was going to fight the deep sea.
The fishing net tied up the father and daughter. If the fishermen wanted to let their daughter escape, they had to pull her legs out of the net first.
"7,6..."
He yelled and pretended to swing a knife at his daughter, but in fact he wanted to use the knife to cut the fishing net on her legs.
Shen Hai looked at the struggling father and daughter, and the smile on his face became more and more excited. He did not stop her, but stared at his daughter's pale face: "Your father has no defense at all now. Kill him and you can live."
The countdown is about to end, and the fishermen have not yet cut all the fishing nets, but the deep sea has already come behind him: "4, 3, 2..."
When the count was about to reach one in the deep sea, there was a sudden noise from the side of the boat, and five wet fingers grabbed the fishing boat.
Water drops dripped, and a clown mask appeared next to the fishing boat. His wet black hair stuck to his face. Han Fei crawled out of the sea and onto the fishing boat.
"I searched all over the town but couldn't find you. It turns out you are hiding here."
With his skin turning pale due to being soaked in sea water, coupled with his cold and emotionless words, Han Fei at this moment looked like a water ghost who died unjustly in Dolphin Cove.
"You...swimmed here?" Shenhai felt an inexplicable fear. He didn't know why this lunatic wearing a clown mask was targeting him. As an old man who had participated in several "offline gatherings", his reaction was also
With great decisiveness, he threw the fish-killing knife at Han Fei, and then without blinking, he jumped directly into the sea water without wasting even a second.
"Tsk."
Han Fei walked towards the place where he jumped off the boat in the deep sea and rescued the father and daughter from the fishing net.
"Thank you, thank you." The fishermen and their daughter escaped death. They were excited and scared. They did not dare to get too close to Han Fei.
Standing on the bow of the ship, Han Fei looked towards the dark sea, and there was no trace of the deep sea.
"Starting from today, I will also carry out intensive training in swimming. The same mistake cannot be made twice."
It was almost dawn, and Han Fei had one last thing to do. He asked the fishermen to sail back to Dolphin Bay as soon as possible.
While resting on the boat, Han Fei bandaged the girl's wound. When he reached the shore, he left without saying a word.
Along the dark street, Han Fei took out a plastic bag from his pocket, which contained several mobile phones, including the pastor's.
"According to the conversation records of these 'staff members', their base should be nearby."
Han Fei killed several more "staff members" while searching for the deep sea, and judged the location of his lair through the various information they left behind.
Kicking open the dilapidated door, Han Fei walked down the rusty metal ladder.
This is a black shop that illegally slaughters dolphins and rare fish. The owner of the shop should also be the person in the death spread group chat.
"Dolphin Bay used to be a dolphin protection demonstration area, and now we actually buy dolphin meat, but the meat is not necessarily dolphin meat."
Humming a song, Han Fei stepped on the smelly ground with a stick covered in bones and blood.
He moved forward step by step, and finally opened the innermost door.
Participants of the offline party who arrived at Dolphin Bay at other times stayed in the room. Some were sitting, some were lying down, some were breathing heavily, and some had cold bodies.
"Why are you alone?" A man with a big beard and a strong smell of dead fish was a little surprised: "Where is the person who brought you here?"
"No one led me here, I found this place by myself." Han Fei took out the plastic bag, shook it a few times, and dropped the mobile phones to the ground.
Seeing those mobile phones, the expressions of several people in the room changed, and the bearded butcher also became serious: "If no one brings you here, how will you present the creation process of your work? Have you photographed your work?"
"No." Han Fei dragged the stick in his hand on the ground: "Because my work is not completed yet."
"What do you mean?"
"My new work is called "No Survival", which means you all have to die." Hysterical laughter came from under the clown mask, and Han Fei rushed into the last room with a swing stick.
Tyranny, cruelty, despair, and people in death-spreading group chats are the best at spreading these things, but they never thought that they would feel these things one day.
"I am fundamentally different from you, because I have experienced the deepest fear and despair, so I will not let others experience such emotions casually. I know how to exercise restraint and introspection. While killing, I am also prepared to be killed myself.
The consciousness of death.”
Han Fei grabbed the bearded man by the neck and raised him high. He stood in the middle of the black shop, surrounded by dead group chat members whose hands and feet had been broken.
Throwing his bearded man into the smelly pool, Han Fei took the mobile phones of all the "staff" in front of him, and he began the creative process of scoring himself and writing his works.
After writing everything, he pressed the send button.
"If you want to become a core member, you must have the consent of other core members. Even if you kill all of us, it will be useless." The bearded man was lying next to the pool, looking at the clown mask with fear in his eyes. He was
The group leader of a certain death spread group chat has seen a lot of perverts, but no one has ever given him such a cold feeling of fear.
"It doesn't matter, I just received an invitation to attend an offline party. At least I had a lot of fun tonight."
At the same time that Han Fei finished sending the information about his work, there were rapid footsteps in an abandoned building in the northern suburbs of Xinhu.
The door with a five-layer code lock was pushed open, and a man wearing a crow mask walked into the darkness.
"The God of Death is being targeted by the police. Should we kill her in advance?"
"It's not because of her that I came here today. We received a special piece of work from the Dolphin Bay. Maybe we need to add another chair here." The man wearing a crow mask sat at the table, and a faint light lit up in the darkness.
There were several strange people wearing masks sitting on both sides of the long table.
"What works satisfy you?" One of the men wearing a guinea pig mask showed a hint of curiosity.
"The monthly management offline gathering of the Death Spread group chat was held this time at Dolphin Bay. I personally selected twenty new managers to participate. One of them hunted twenty-two people in one night, and he killed
And all of them are contestants.”
"Twenty people are competing. Even if he kills himself, there won't be enough for twenty-two."
"Including the record-keeping judges, as well as the store manager of Dolphin Bay, he scores all his works by himself. In all these years, I have never seen such a crazy person." The man in the crow mask will come from different "judges"
The reports were placed on the table. These reports were all given full marks and the wording was the same. They were obviously written by the same person.
"I can understand killing all the competitors, but killing the referees too, isn't it a bit too perverted?"
"The number of core members has not increased for a long time. The more sick he is, the more he meets the requirements of that person. I think he is very suitable."
"He appeared too suddenly. This person is very unsafe. Is it possible that he is from the police?"
"Will the police kill twenty-two people in a row?"
"The report was written by himself. Maybe he didn't kill those people, but just controlled them."
The crow and the guinea pig had a dispute, and a woman wearing a queen mask next to her raised her hand: "New butterflies have appeared. We need more living people who pursue death. I think he is quite suitable."
Hearing the word "butterfly", everyone looked to the other side of the long table. At the end of the table, there were two empty seats, and no one dared to sit on them.
"I also agree to let him join. After all, there are not many people who are so crazy, cruel and smart. However, the guinea pig's worries are reasonable. I think we can give him a temporary core member status, and then we will slowly get in touch with him until we really get to know him.
After that, let him know our secret." Sitting next to the man in the crow mask was a young man wearing a pure white mask. He was just an adult when he heard him speak.
"Then it's decided." A harsh and unpleasant laugh came from under the crow's mask, and he stood up and walked out of the room.