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Chapter 349: Second Floor

"Well...it's almost solved here."

Wang Jin looked at the lifeless flesh and blood in the hall and nodded with satisfaction.

The guests here are different from those in the courtyard, both in terms of clothing and body shape.

Of course, the food we eat is also more bloody.

Those people in the courtyard eat food that has been processed so that the raw materials cannot be seen, but these people are not.

As their status has improved, they seem to be pursuing the original taste of the ingredients, and everyone can't wait to stuff those things that have only been roughly processed into their mouths.

Other than that, they seem to have regained some of their sanity and at least occasionally look up to see when new dishes are coming.

So when they saw those three white cans approaching, most people refused.

It's not too fresh after all.

Fortunately, dead people don't dislike it.

"There are already faint cracks on my belly, and it seems that it is gradually undergoing alienation."

Wang Jin frowned and looked at the corpse on the ground, muttering softly.

These ordinary people affected by pollution are far from reaching the level of ghost stories, and they cannot even be called the relatives of the feast.

Because of this, it was easy to kill these guys, and Wang Jin didn't even make a sound.

"The lowest-level customers are completely dominated by appetite, but they have the possibility of returning to normal by relying on instinct."

Gently rubbing his temples, Wang Jin began to analyze.

Even though he only saw a small part of the house, he could still make a general guess.

"For this reason, a feast needs to use exquisite food to arouse the appetite, so that those guests can keep eating until they are qualified to enter the hall."

Wang Jin sighed and lowered his head to inspect the robes of those people.

Compared with the one on his own body, it is obviously more colorful, and even has faint patterns like blood vessels.

"It can't be pulled off, it has grown directly on the skin."

The young man sighed, his eyes full of compassion.

By this time, they have completely lost the qualification to live as human beings.

Perhaps from the moment they eat the corpses of the same kind, they can no longer be called human beings.

"Damn."

Wang Jin frowned and stopped his chaotic thoughts.

He sometimes unconsciously uses his profiling ability on his victims to experience the despair and unwillingness in their hearts.

"The purpose of the feast...is not yet clear."

Using a short knife to suck up the flesh and blood on the ground, the young man slowly walked towards the stairs.

The armor on his body gradually faded away, and the long sword in his hand turned back into a fruit knife.

If we follow this rule, the people on the second floor should have regained a considerable amount of their sanity.

At least they will call for help when they are killed instead of thinking about eating two more bites before dying.

Therefore, Wang Jin cannot continue to kill people so blatantly.

——

Sizzle...

The rolling shutter door was cut open by laser, and dozens of figures quickly stepped out of several cars shrouded in large ghost-blowing light devices.

Some of them moved the unconscious humans out, while others stepped up to operate the large device called "Lanruo Temple".

"Good guy, do you think you, little girl, need to beat up everyone in the hotel just to have a meal?"

Shrike sighed and stared at Hu Xiaobei.

"Well... I don't like to be disturbed."

The latter nodded and did not refute.

This smart little fox could tell that the shrike was worried that she would make mistakes if she spoke too much.

Things had to be left to the report, and it was up to her to say as much as she wanted.

"The device has been set up and the channel is expected to be opened in five minutes."

The two figures were busy with their hands and feet, and their movements were astoundingly skillful.

"Team 4 is in position."

Four people in special uniforms held the daggers in their hands tightly, with deep fear and confusion in their eyes.

The fourth team is a special team composed of serious criminals.

They are responsible for contacting Kaitan before the suppression department, thereby eliminating potential risks.

"Can be discarded at any time" is the company's internal view of it.

Of course, they themselves know it.

Even if they are doomed to a narrow escape, there are still countless prisoners trying to sign this agreement.

One commutation, two paroles, and three exonerations.

With an irresistible offer in front of you, it seems much easier to give it a try.

"Brother, are you afraid?"

The bald man with tattoos on his face grinned and looked at the thin man beside him.

"Afraid."

The latter shrank his neck somewhat obscenely, his joints turning slightly white from exertion.

"I'm afraid it's normal."

The slightly obese woman slashed her neck with a dagger and pulled out a small mechanical device.

"So I won't play with these people anymore."

After throwing the device in her hand on the ground, she looked in the right direction and ran, her bloated body exploding at incredible speeds.

"It's fucking crazy."

The bald man cursed secretly and quickly kicked the mechanical device out.

The latter sounded a rapid alarm and then exploded.

It's not too powerful, but it's enough to break someone's neck.

"well…"

Shrike waved his hand gently, and the device on his arm emitted a faint blue light, completely wiping out the impact and smoke caused by the explosion.

Buzz!

The electromagnetic gun's light flashed past, and the woman's fat body suddenly fell down, motionless.

"well…"

The thin man shook his head, as if he didn't quite understand the woman's behavior.

"If you just follow these instructions, you may get a reduced sentence. There is no need to take risks."

"She might be too scared."

The bald man raised his eyebrows, and the snake-shaped tattoo on his temple twisted.

"After all, no one is afraid of something they don't understand at all."

"That's not right."

The thin man curled his lips and pointed to the fourth person aside.

That was an old man with an unshaven beard.

His cloudy eyes were half open and half closed, and a faint stench emitted from his mouth.

The spotted skin is covered with faded and ugly tattoos, and the countless tragic scars seem to illustrate the badness of his youth.

"People with Alzheimer's disease are not afraid."

The thin man tilted his head, his tone full of ridicule.

“…”

The old man didn't speak, but lowered his eyelids slightly.

This made the thin man even more aggressive.

The originally frowning bald man also smiled, and together they hurled nasty words at the old man.

The latter seemed to be asleep and stood motionless.

It's a pity that no one can see the faint blood-red light in his eyes.

——

Puff, pff.

Wang Jin tried hard to adjust his steps, but the stairs covered with fragments of flesh and blood still inevitably made noises.

"boss."

Xiao Hei ran back unsteadily, lying down and talking in Wang Jin's ear.

"Well...the second floor is the bedroom and living room, which is normal."

The young man raised his eyebrows and constructed a map of the entire second floor in his mind through Xiao Hei's description.

"The feast should be on the third floor, or attic."

"Then I can't make too much noise."

Wang Jin sighed and tried to think of a solution.

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