Sensitive and decisive resistance, even if the brain is hesitating, the long-trained body still does not hesitate to kill, shouting that he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to suffer even a little injury, and he doesn't want to break a piece of skin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I was afraid of pain, and the pain was unbearable. Wounds or something, it's good that they don't appear on themselves.

That's right, it's good that it's not you who dies! Fight, fight forever, and kill all the enemies, even if you're the only one left in the end.

The light of the knives flickered, the howls of the mixed beasts, and the ice blue orange hated her memory for being too good, and remembered clearly how they dressed up, how they looked, the man in the gray jacket sitting in front of her in the cinema, the woman in the plaid dress, with the child.

Bing Qingcheng felt a strong sense of guilt, as if he had killed not a werewolf, but a living human.

So she ignored an important question, those people seemed quite normal, why did they take their children to watch what kind of dark and tragic movies.

The sword light pierced through the gaps in the wolf's claws, pierced into the warm flesh, and pulled horizontally, and the viscous red liquid with some smell and temperature gushed out. The other party roared viciously, but it was the end of the crossbow, and he fell weakly at the feet of Bing Qingcheng, exhaling his last breath from his throat.

There was nothing to move anymore, and beneath his feet were werewolf corpses, their hair stained with blood.

The sound of a clear clanging sound in my ears is the sound of the system counting money, similar to the sound of counting money in an ATM, which is a pleasant sound.

The eighteen mothers of the house are also gone. Bing Qingcheng looked at the remaining blood and flesh foam on the knife, it was so filthy that it was disgusting, she didn't put away her weapon and continued to walk up.

There also seem to be sporadic werewolves on the road, which used to be a place to sell clothes, but now they are empty, and they seem to have been sorted out and have not accumulated dust. Bing Qingcheng followed the trailing blood trail to the door of what was once the locker room.

Hold the doorknob, cold hard metal.

"Ice Orange!" The eighteenth lady of the house suddenly appeared and stopped her violently. "I've found the projector, we can go."

"Where's the werewolf leader?"

"It's settled." Zhai Eighteen Niang said, ready to step forward and take Bing Qingcheng's hand.

"Eighteen Niang, are you afraid that I will open this door?" Bing Qingcheng said, turning the doorknob.

In the future, she may regret it a little, after all, her heart is not strong enough.

The ones who pushed each other slipped out and threw themselves at her feet like stiff children.

The werewolf cub is more like a puppy than a wolf, with clean hair, light color, a pink tongue, big eyes with tears remaining, maintaining a momentary horror look of death, and holding the bear doll tightly.

She didn't dare to look inside, it was pretty much the same anyway.

"Eighteen Niang, you ......" Bing Qingcheng heard it clearly, and her voice was trembling.

"I did it." The eighteenth lady of the house was calm, and even said indifferently, "I know you won't do anything to them, because they look like cute puppies, so ......"

Zhai Eighteen Niang suddenly turned around and strode out.

I just hate your attitude, and I chose the simplest and crudest solution without asking for verification. I have done such a time, but I am not even willing to give me a disguised embarrassed expression.

Go back the way you came and jump down the elevator shaft again. Bing Qingcheng avoided the hand that Zhai Eighteen Niang wanted to hold her out, and jumped down by herself. She must remember that she was once a killer, not an ordinary little girl who didn't need to be taken care of.

Breaking open the elevator door, the eighteenth lady walked straight in one direction.

Hidden in excrement, there was a tenacious stench of putrefaction, the stench of corpses.

It is said that the rotting flesh of a human being is the smelliest thing in the world, more than the carcass of any other animal, because human flesh is the most poisonous thing and the dirtiest thing.

People can eat cheese with maggots as a delicacy, and eat anything on earth that can be digested, even if it is poisonous, as long as it is not human flesh, they will try their best to remove the toxin and send it to their mouths.

But no one will eat human flesh, and even if it is privately considered to be a supreme delicacy, there will be no recipes and recipes for making it. Because on the surface of human flesh, where it is more erratic, a certain norm is given.

Some people say that the lowest bottom line of human beings is only respect for the same kind of life.

At the end of the smell was a rotten, rotten body. It was probably crawling with dense flies, white maggots writhing in and out, and the rancid smell was not as terrible as the legend suggested. That is, I want to vomit out my intestines, and I would rather choose the degree of death if I stay for a second longer.

The corpse could no longer be seen as a man or woman, but in his left hand he held a small silver cross, and crossed out a person's name, Stephen Miss.

After seeing it clearly, the eighteenth lady of the house ran away from the corpse. There may be something of value on the corpse, but there is no way to get rid of this kind of thing, not even the eyes.

Running out of the underground parking lot as quickly as possible, running out of a street at a distance, letting the wind blow away the smell on their bodies, the two stopped.

Bing Qingcheng was a little lucky, because the puppy was a little lazy, so he put it at Xiangmier's house with the octopus.

"Let's go back to the shower." Eighteen Niang said.

Bing Qingcheng couldn't refuse, because he had already returned to Xiangmi'er's house, and the morning had passed, and he was a little hungry.

In the bathroom mirror, Bing Qingcheng once again saw a terrifying fantasy.

"The fantasy in this mirror seems to be a plot to make people see their death to frighten people, and the more people are afraid, the more power the mirror evil spirit gets." Eighteen Niang said.

"This is the second time I've seen Ke, the first time was when I was in the shower, and the mirror showed someone choking my neck behind my back." Bing Qingcheng said, "This time it's a knife to cut the neck." ”

"It seems that he is particularly fond of necks." Zhai Eighteen Niang found a cloth to cover the surface of the mirror, "When I saw it, it was a rope around my neck and hung me up. ”

Bing Qingcheng took out his mobile phone, brought up the special mission interface, and wrote the answer: [Deceased: Melissa. Murderer: Eighteen Niang. Location: Inside the hotel. Motive for the crime: On a whim, because the eighteenth mother of the house is a nervous disorder. 】

【Submission】

[If you answer correctly, the reward will be secretly sent to the mailbox after the end of this dungeon, so please receive it even if you can.] 】

"Eighteen Niang, let me ask you a question, Melissa, did you kill that maid?" Bing Qingcheng took the phone into the space. Take off your clothes and throw them in a basin of water, although these clothes have a self-cleaning function, she is still willing to wash them, anyway, the clothes will be quickly dehydrated and dried by themselves, and they can continue to wear them as soon as they are washed. (To be continued.) )