On the summer solstice this year, the gardenias are blooming, the mottled shadows of the trees are swaying in the warm wind, and the finely dressed man leans against the sunlit porch to taste wine. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The rich amber liquor ripples in the cup, and the ripples swaying in circles, reflecting the man's slender Danfeng eyes. He stretched out his arms and stretched his waist, and his mouth seemed to unconsciously "Aaa" twice, and two thin drops of elite water immediately hung on his eyelashes.

A fat white cat swayed in the wind on the branches of the courtyard, the wind of the summer solstice blew the white cat's hair like a wave of wheat, he half-squinted his eyes and whispered 'meow', in the swing of the branches, she jumped on the eaves, warm and lazy shrunk into a ball.

The little shop in the sun, the owner of the shop and his pet lived a simple, repetitive day after day, which seemed to be a microcosm of yesterday or earlier, the shopkeeper, who looked as beautiful as porcelain, yawned unconsciously, and the crystal small droplets of water hung on the long black eyelashes that fluttered gently.

However, this warm and harmonious scene only stayed on the surface of the courtyard, and in the inner place, a huge vibration and the muffled sound of the roar of unknown things came over, and the shouts were like splendid flower clusters in a very short period of time, just like the flower art that was carefully cared for, blooming with beautiful colors in a short life.

There was an old basement in the small shop of the temple, the room was old, unlit, and lit with yellow candles all the year round, like a mysterious witch's dormitory in the Middle Ages.

In this gloomy room, which was built and forgotten at some point, it seemed that even its owner had forgotten that time, and in the gloomy corners of the cobwebs that had not been tended for many years, scarlet compound eyes flashed with longing light, illuminating the whole nether even more terrifyingly.

The leader of the elite team named Pike who was thrown by Griffith is responsible for cleaning this dark corner that has been uninhabited for many years. He is a self-proclaimed murderer, and he was born to be feared, so he also shouted loudly in front of the big demon that he was not afraid of anything.

By the way, the man at Pike also has a rather loud nickname, which makes me think about what it's called, oh, 'Pike the Cutter'.

But human nature is much more fragile than people think, and not long after Pike was 'exiled' here by Griffith, the handsome young man politely led him to the basement, and from then on, Pike knew that people are superfluous, and sometimes death is a luxury.

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The sun is shining, and the owner of the small shop that has stopped time is holding a wooden pound and grinding selected black coffee beans from East Africa. The bloated and obese white cat 'meowed' twice and ran onto the man's head, and the latter grabbed the soft fur on the back of the white cat and threw it far away.

Pike, the leader of the peripheral mercenary team who was finally allowed to walk out of the basement, carefully poked out half of his head behind the wall beam of the house, and in this ninety-day 'relationship', the team leader also knew a little about the temperament of the young shopkeeper in front of him.

The man who was once an iron-blooded man still had a horror on his face, and he boasted that he was talented and ruthless. But the young man in front of him, who was white and pure, like a sardine with a bone removed, scared him to the depths of his soul.

I remember that when he was first thrown into this damn yard, the young and vigorous Captain of the Dark Thorns squad threatened the thin-looking shopkeeper to take him away. He threw away his firearm as he was teleported, so he had to reach for a knife from his waist and swung it twice at the man......

Now that I think about it, how brave and fearless I was at that time, maybe it was in response to the words 'the ignorant are fearless', that he really wanted to use a knife to stab the little white face that looked like Svenwen claimed to be the shopkeeper.

But the end of this matter was destined to be a tragedy, the leader of the first dark thorn squad closed his eyes in pain, his face trembling and a little unwilling to recall that period of obscure time.

Pike was then politely led to the basement by the guy who claimed to be the owner, and he smiled and pulled out a long set of keys and placed them in Pike's hand, and from then on, the curtain was torn open in the face of the captain of the fatalistic miserable world.

Pike's only job at the temple is to clean the basement, which sounds like a janitor, but it's actually a little more complicated than a janitor.

In the dimly lit and damp basement, Pike soon had his first job.

To be honest, it was a small room, with compartments and compartments, and in each compartment, there were some messy and trivial things.

At first, books, scrolls, test benches, charred test tubes, and when Pike had managed to clean them up, the contents of the open compartment became more and more strange and strange.

From the hair of an unknown object, to the genitals, to the dead baby, to the 'complete' human corpse that had been dismembered, Pike could already roughly guess what kind of angry and dehumanizing perverted things the young man who looked a little white and suspicious was doing in this basement.

But Pike is the squad leader of the mercenaries on the periphery of the Dark Thorns, and he was also a murderer, and although such a scene is terrifying, it is not enough to scare him away.

There are obvious areas for books, medicines, scrolls, and a bit of clutter, as well as some experimental areas, biochemical research areas, and even a nice little coffee house.

These areas may be blurred because the owner is not industrious, but if you look closely, you can still distinguish clearly.

Pike, the leader of the Dark Thorns, went deeper and deeper, and before long, the things that appeared on the retina gradually devoured and collapsed his fragile outlook on life.

As the number of compartments gradually increased, the basement, which had collected thousands of strange monsters from all over the world, revealed its evil face little by little.

The deeper you go, the more and more strange-shaped creatures come into view.

Fish with human hands swam in the water, huddled in the corners of the wall and gnawed at creatures that didn't know what they didn't know, and blood was scattered all over the ground.

Pike had seen several men nailed to the wall by long iron nails, their bodies pierced through the palms and soles of their feet and through their joints and knees, making them move like scarecrows with stiff bodies.

These people were not dead, they were wailing in pain, their long, dry tongues sticking out, their bones as thin as wood, their vocal cords hoarse, and they could not make a sound.

The lizard-tailed man wagged his massive tail and crawled on the ground spitting out his forked tongue, staring at Pike with cold eyes. His body was covered with stitch marks, the junction of flesh and blood, and the rejection reaction between antigens on the surface of the cells, resulting in puddles of pus, dripping on the ground......

In another compartment, a half-dissected creature lay on a test bench convulsing in agony, its limbs immobilized, its chest and abdomen torn open but not dead. The man standing on the test bench and going under the knife seemed to be halfway through the operation when he was suddenly interrupted by something, and then turned around and walked away, never to return.

When Pike arrived, the convulsive human life was nearing its end, the cell was filled with the smell of blood, black filth and organs were exposed, and it screamed hoarsely twice before dying.

Pike had also seen rows of bubbling formalin glass boxes, and those boxes displayed the corpses of all kinds of creatures, seen and unseen, human and inhuman......

Not far from the corpse storage room, rows of colorful bubbling test tubes were neatly arranged, and the squad leader of the Dark Thorns saw a lewd human monster with a waist bent and pus-covered body breaking through the obstacles, greedily grabbing a bottle of light blue potion, eagerly pouring it into his mouth, and then being burned through in an instant, turning into a pool of pus and a mixture of a few yellow hairs.

Such cruel things can be seen everywhere, and crazy things like using thumbtacks to nail different colored limbs to the wall to form color puzzles, are also being played out in this basement that exists for no apparent reason.

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The basement at night is the hardest place to endure. Forcibly locked up by the shopkeeper, Pike saw dead ghosts, ghosts, or monsters that had been nailed to the walls, and even eyes that had walked unconsciously and independently, broken claws, and howling monsters on the operating table during the day, dragging all sorts of intestines and waving scalpels......

The basement at midnight is always filled with cries, and a translucent woman with a cloak and a cloak stands in the northeast corner of the gloomy cubicle facing the wall all year round. Perhaps no one in this world knew the face hidden under his long hair, and no one wanted to know, and neither did Pike.

The little girls in their ballet shoes pulled and whirled and twirled and danced the ballet, and they were so engrossed, jumping from one end of the basement to the other, from this compartment, to that compartment.

Sometimes, huge winged reptilian monsters will emerge from the ground and eat everything they can see, and then retract into their holes when they have eaten and drunk enough. Sometimes, there will be small pumpkins holding hands, singing with small orange lanterns, passing by everyone.