"Handsome guy, are you going to play? You can play any way...... "A slightly obese middle-aged woman grabbed Walt's arm. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info bit his lip, squeezed his eyes, and said in a voice that was more prodigal than me.

Walt looked at this old prostitute with heavy makeup, as if he saw Ma Lizhen, and a vicious anger spread from the bottom of his heart. Walter heart said, play? Play with your grandma's paws. But he said politely: "Okay, lead the way." ”

The middle-aged prostitute had just received Aaron, and she smiled when she saw that she had a second business so soon. With a feeling of joy in her heart, she turned around and led the way in front to take Walt to her studio. But she didn't want to, this one turned around, and she came to the end of her life......

Walter followed the middle-aged prostitute a few steps, and when he saw that there was no one below, he took a step forward, covered the prostitute's mouth and nose with his left hand, and lifted the carving knife with his right hand, and quickly slashed the prostitute's throat several times. After putting the prostitute down, Walter went crazy and stabbed the prostitute dozens of times in succession.

The carving knife used by Walt was a luxurious wooden pen knife 16 cm long, sharp and sharp. The blade of this pen knife is six centimeters long, and the handle is ten centimeters long, which is somewhat similar to a scalpel in appearance, and its performance in all aspects is by no means inferior to that of a scalpel.

Judging from the corpse on the ground, it fully illustrates the strength of this carving knife. Due to Walt's first murder, the attack was a little hasty, and eight or nine wounds of different depths were cut on the throat of the female corpse, although the technique was rusty, but it can still be seen from the wounds how sharp this knife is, and each wound, no matter the depth, is very neat and smooth.

These wounds all over the throat, at least five of them, can be directly fatal.

On the body of the female corpse, there are nearly thirty neat knife edges, large and small, and it is difficult to judge the depth of these knife edges from the appearance.

Looking at the dead corpse on the ground, Walter finally felt fear, killing a person was not as easy as he imagined.

Looking at the shocking wound and the blood flowing all over the ground, Walter felt his stomach churning. He didn't want to look at the disgusting corpse anymore and stumbled back to his studio.

Walter was frightened, and he took off his hat and curled up in the corner of the studio, trembling, with the beautiful blood-stained knife in front of him. In the darkness, the sharp blade exuded a cold glow.

This carving knife, a birthday present from a noble friend to Walt, is beautifully crafted and made of high-quality materials, with exquisite patterns carved on the wooden handle. Now, the delicate pattern is stained with blood, making this already exquisite carving knife even more dazzling.

With trembling hands, Walter picked up the carving knife and cleaned it carefully, he did not like that his beloved carving knife was stained with the blood of a prostitute. After cleaning the carving knife, Walter leaned against the wall in despair, lit his pipe, and smoked for a while. He was scared, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would see the bloody corpse.

I struggled like this all night. The panicked Walter left for France the next day, and when he came, he didn't know if he had killed someone, whether the police would know about it, and he could avoid being tracked by the police when he went to France. Second, he was too scared, the bloody corpse would always appear in front of his eyes, and only when he was far away from here could he make himself feel calm.

Walter lived in France for more than twenty days and read a lot of books, all of which were related to crime and murder. During this time, he also met an old acquaintance who was a surgeon, and the two had a good conversation. It was precisely because of this encounter that Walter untied his terrible knot, and he was no longer afraid.

He hadn't avenged his love yet, he couldn't just give up, and Walt, who had overcome his fear, returned to his studio again.

With the experience of the previous time, Walter was more prepared this time, in addition to the previous equipment, Walter also prepared gloves, rope, and even some anesthetics and handkerchiefs.

This time, Walt's goal is not Aaron or Ma Lizhen, but wants to find a random woman and give his own ideas and do an experiment.

As a painter, especially a painter with a focus on portraiture, Walter has a very good understanding of the structure of the human body, and even studied anatomy in order to better portray people. This time, Walter was finally able to put what he had learned into practice.

Like last time, Walter meets another middle-aged prostitute who has been delivered to his door.

Looking at the prostitute's face, Walter once again thought of Ma Lizhen, unlike the slightly obese woman last time, the middle-aged prostitute in front of her, both in shape and appearance, was really a little similar to Ma Lizhen.

Facing the prostitute in front of him, Walt's mouth hooked up a wicked smile, which was exactly the prey he was looking for. God was so kind to him that it was effortless to meet such a satisfying prey.

Walter followed the prostitute and lit his pipe, masking the smell of the narcotics with the smell of the cigarette. Walter quietly poured some anesthetic on the handkerchief, and covered the prostitute's mouth and nose with the handkerchief.

The trick worked, and the prostitute soon fainted.

After the prostitute fainted, Walter first beat her in the face, and he hated the face, which resembled Ma Lizhen. All those who are similar to Ma Lizhen, damn it.

After beating the prostitute to the point that her face was bruised and her front teeth fell out. Walter pulled out his carving knife and sliced through the prostitute's slightly bulging belly. He wanted to see what the hearts of these women were like. It is possible to trample on the dreams and love of a young painter in such a way.

When the prostitute opened her belly, I don't know if it was because of the pain or because the effect of the medicine had expired, the prostitute suddenly gasped and woke up.

Walter was so frightened by this sudden movement that he rushed forward, covered the prostitute's mouth, and slashed her throat twice with a quick blow, until she could no longer make a sound. Walter returned to his post and performed a caesarean section on the prostitute.

After dragging the prostitute's intestines for a while, Walter dissected the prostitute's womb.

What Walter didn't expect was that this prostitute was still pregnant with a baby girl in her womb.

Walter held the baby girl in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time. Walter couldn't help but wonder, is this how life was at the beginning? These filthy prostitutes, too, are just a young life that can be held up by one hand. Who would have thought what her fate would be.

Looking at this little baby covered in blood, Walter was moved for a moment, what is the meaning of life? Do you deserve mercy? Should this filthy prostitute, the filthy life in her womb, remain in this world? Hehe, it's better not to pollute this already dilapidated world.

Thinking so, Walter pierced the baby's body with a carving knife, and stabbed several times in succession, Walter got tired of it, and threw the baby girl away.

Standing up, Walt looked at the sky at night in the foggy capital, and smiled coldly, in this dirty world, even the sky is so dark......

Back in the studio, Walter simply cleaned up his body. I sat in front of the drawing board and thought about it for a long time, but to no avail. Tired, Walter dragged his tired body, lay on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

He's used to it, he's not afraid anymore, and he doesn't mind losing his humanity when life is no longer as sacred as he imagined.

Walter stayed in the studio for two days, and on Sunday he decided to go back to France, where he was annoyed by the dimly lit studio.

Before getting on board, Walter bought a newspaper. The newspaper attracted Walter because of a prominent headline in the newspaper, "Serial Homicides at the White Temple...... This article gave Walt a lot of inspiration...... It turns out that people can still be killed like this...... Walt even thought of something more interesting......