"I wish the little sister from last time would come, so that it would be a little more interesting." The succumb drank some wine, a little drunk, with a faint flush on his face, and his voice was softer, and the bartender in the bar bent down slightly.

The bar is certainly not a normal bar, the people in the hall are swaying wildly, laughing wildly, indulging their bodies like crazy, in the sound of loud music, in the flashing of colorful lights, like demons and monsters in the jungle in the middle of the night.

Among these demons and monsters, some sanctimonious people were wandering, from time to time selling small pills of various colors and flavors in their hands in various corners.

After many people cheered, the small pills in the hands of these people disappeared, replaced by a large number of imperial coins, and then, the people in the entire hall became even more excited, the scene became more and more active, and the whole forest boiled.

Looking at these absurd people, Zhang Shitong leaned on the bar, dangling a glass of wine in his hand, but never took a sip.

"That little girl from last time?" Hearing the words of the charmer, Zhang Shitong was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the charm was talking about An Xiaoyu, who had sent a courier to Lu Yuqi but was recognized by her: "That little girl is said to have been sent out by the old man of Zuoqiu, and now she is in the mountains outside the imperial capital." ”

The charm sighed, lying on the smooth countertop, the dim light reflected the charm of the charming face on the countertop, some regret, some grievances: "It's really a pity last time, I didn't even see my sister, I came and went without a trace, I thought we could meet this time." ”

Zhang Shitong smiled: "I'm afraid you won't be able to get your wish even if you come, haven't you heard, An Xiaoyu, the flower whisperer, has been conservative recently, her face is not leaking, as long as she appears, she is covered with a black mask, and now many people are curious about what An Xiaoyu looks like!" You'd better have a good time looking at the photos! ”

Jiao snorted, and the charm said, "ID photo, can it be considered a photo?" This girl is a little too primitive, isn't she? I don't have a social account, my personal space is not open, I either practice or kill people all day long, and I like mechas, and I don't even take a selfie. ”

"Donghuang people, aren't they all like this?" Zhang Shitong said that it is commonplace.

At this point, the two of them didn't have much to say.

Zhang Shitong likes the nightmare, this is something that many people know, and the nightmare himself knows. In other words, many people like the succubus, and the succulent is still quite confident in their charm.

But Zhang Shitong has never told the Charmer, and probably knows that the Charm likes ink.

The kid who dotted ink was cold from the time he entered the organization, his face was sealed by black bandages all day long, the whole person was mysterious, he couldn't hit a fart with eight poles, he looked like a 10,000-year-old Xuanbing, why did the sphantom like him?

Zhang Shitong looked at the half-drunk appearance of the charm, and said in his heart, is this the so-called opposites attracting, water and fire?

Shaking his head with a smile, Zhang Shitong put the wine glass in his hand on the bar: "You take it easy, take care of these fields, I'll go on a mission for the leader." ”

The charm said that as long as it wasn't An Xiaoyu's elusive means, no matter how many other people came, she would have no pressure, lazily holding her cheeks, and waving her other hand at Zhang Shitong: "Go, go, work hard." ”

Before leaving, Zhang Shitong took his helmet and left this noisy place.

To be honest, Zhang Shitong doesn't like this kind of crowded place, he prefers to ride a motorcycle on an unmanned street, listening to the wind in his ears to cover up the whole hustle and bustle. It's just because the Nightmare likes it here that he often comes over to hang out, but in fact, he just calls for a glass of wine, and he doesn't drink a sip of it, so he comes to talk to the Nightmare.

Or, just having a chat, is already satisfying to him.

After all, these gray humans living in the underground world, no matter how high their status is, no matter how great their ability is, they don't know when they will disappear from this world. Or because of mistakes, or because of vendettas, or because of power, and so on.

Wearing a helmet, Zhang Shitong felt that he was still the most perverted murderer in the entire imperial capital.

Walking to the back door of the bar, Zhang Shitong saw the thug in black uniform who was standing inside the back door, nodded, and his voice came from inside the helmet: "Are the goods ready?" ”

The thug in black uniform nodded, said less than him, and directly took Zhang Shitong to another dark and quiet corridor, after closing the door, the music and the noise of people in the entire hall became muffled, making Zhang Shitong feel a lot quieter in his heart.

Walking down the corridor with red lights, he walked to a door, and the thug in black uniform respectfully opened the door, and the room was pitch black, as if it was a huge mouth devouring people, not only could not see the bottom, but also there was a strong smell of blood.

Faintly audible, a slight trembling breath of panic resounded in the darkness.

Zhang Shitong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, felt the smell of blood, listened to the slight breathing sound in his ears, and occasionally mixed with the frightened but gagged snort, which he couldn't scream at all, and the corners of his mouth showed a happy smile.

Reached out and turned on the light in the room.

The milky white light instantly illuminated the entire room.

The room was very empty, there were no superfluous furnishings, and there was no furniture, just a simple floor, a simple wall, and a simple bed, on which was tied to a flower girl who simply wanted to come to the bar to cool off, but had no money to pay off the pill debt.

The girl's face was pale, and her mouth was already gagged with a pink cloth, and she could only snort from her nostrils. If you look closely, you can see that the pink piece of cloth in the girl's mouth is her own underwear.

And now, the girl's body, not a single strand, white and smooth body, was exposed to the milky white light, lying on the cold, cotton and cloth alloy bedboard, bound to the bed by reinforced synthetic ropes, unable to move.

The sudden light turned on, so that the girl's panicked eyes that widened in the dark suddenly couldn't stand it, and she squinted frantically, but she didn't dare to close her eyes, so she had to force herself to widen.

Zhang Shitong saw the pale panic on the girl's white and flawless face, and the whole person struggled helplessly, the slight shaking of the body and the humble voice, a pair of violently contracted pupils, and the messy hair on the cheeks.

It all fascinated him.

Walking forward and standing on the edge of the bed, Zhang Shitong admired the artwork in front of him, a little obsessed.

The black-uniformed thug behind him bowed slightly, turned around and walked into the corridor with bright red lights, the whole person instantly turned blood-red, and gently closed the door of the room. The heavy door blocks all sound from both sides of the door.

Zhang Shitong stretched out his hand and gently stroked the girl's body, feeling the trembling of the girl's body and the goosebumps on her skin. After a long period of exposure and lack of diet, her body was already cold, but sweat still appeared on her face.

Gently put a finger to his mouth: "Shh-"

The girl looked at Zhang Shitong with wide eyes, and the loneliness of nearly two days in the dark had let fear eat her heart, making her almost unable to think, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes and cheeks, hoping that the person with the helmet in front of her would let her go.

She didn't know anything, she really didn't know anything.

She's just obsessed with the bar, obsessed with the music, obsessed with the wine, obsessed with and, of course, the little white pill that makes people want to stop.

Ever since she was brought over by her classmates to consume once, she has found that the world here is completely different from what she imagined. Without the hypocritical flattery of teachers and classmates during the day, without the non-stop academic homework day and night, without those masks, everyone is stripped of flesh and skin, so real.

However, she is just an ordinary student, with no source of income, no backstage, and no rich boyfriend. After spending all her money, she started to take credit with the bar, one by two...... She didn't know how much she had written down on the white pills.

Until one day, the bar staff came to her with a long bill, and looking at the astronomical number that she had never seen in her life, she panicked and wanted to run away, but before she could run out of the door, she was taken to this place.

She was greeted by two days of darkness.

What the hell are they going to do to me? How are you going to use me to pay off your debts? The girl's heart panicked, and countless movie images appeared in her mind, blood-drenched internal organs, electric chairs with crackling sounds, ugly men holding women in their arms and pressing them under them.

She panicked.

Until this man appeared.

This strange man, dressed in a blue inexplicable courier uniform and wearing a blue helmet on his head, came to his room, stretched out his hand, desecrated his body, and asked him not to speak.

Zhang Shitong stretched out his hand and pulled out the underwear from the girl's mouth, the girl looked at her in a panic, the tears in her eyes kept flowing, and she didn't dare to make a little sound. Zhang Shitong was very satisfied, patted the girl's head, and said with a smile:

"Don't make a sound, so that I can hear more beautiful music."

Just when the girl didn't know what he was talking about, Zhang Shitong reached under the bed, a sound of metal friction sounded, and two bright white lights appeared in front of the girl, Zhang Shitong hummed an unknown song in his mouth, his hands spun and jumped, and the face under the helmet couldn't see any expression clearly.

The girl's breathing stopped, her eyes widened, tears disappeared from her sockets because she was too nervous, and her whole face gradually became distorted in a large area of fear.

Zhang Shitong looked at the girl's face, very satisfied with this effect, listening to the girl's rapid breathing, Zhang Shitong ended the test, and skillfully put the blade into the girl's joint bone. The sound of flesh-cutting and screams echoed throughout the room.

Black-uniformed thugs stood outside the door, listening to the screams coming from behind the thick doors.

At first, it was sharp and miserable, with a large area of pain and crying; It didn't take long for the screams to begin to become hoarse, and to lose a large part of their feelings, as if the owner of the screams had begun to become numb and gradually lose consciousness; Eventually, the screams gradually weakened, turning into the oppressive friction of life in the throat between life and death.

After a while, there was no sound outside the door.

Zhang Shitong held the two snowy scalpels in his hands, and his hands without gloves were not stained with any blood at all. Not even in the entire room, there was no blood spatter, only blood flowing down the cracks in the flesh, and the ticking sound of the low floor on the bed.

In the midst of this quiet sound, a faint breathing sound was heard.

The girl's body had even been broken into a dozen pieces from the chest cavity down, but it was clear that the girl was not dead yet. The brain, which has lost its mind and ability to think because of pain and fear, is still controlling the heart and lungs that are still intact.

The girl's face was calm, looking at the lamp above her head, her face became a little pale because of blood loss, which was particularly pitiful, and her distracted eyes gave Zhang Shitong an inexplicable pleasure.

Reaching out and pinching the girl's face, Zhang Shitong saw her eyes moving with difficulty, looking at himself, Zhang Shitong gently looked at the struggling life in front of him, laughed softly, and his fingers slid down his smooth cheeks, pinching the girl's neck.

She didn't even feel anything, and the girl was suffocated and finally lost her life. At the last moment, the relieved look on her face made Zhang Shitong's heart feel greatly satisfied.

Then, in less than five minutes, the girl's body was completely divided into neat pieces of flesh, and when she was placed on the metal bed, it could be seen how beautiful and youthful she was during her lifetime. And now, it has become such an emotionless pile of meat pieces.

Zhang Shitong put down the knife in his hand, and it was tasteless.

After standing by the bed for two minutes, Zhang Shitong turned around decisively and opened the door behind him.

The thug in black uniform saw Zhang Shitong come out, nodded to him, stretched out his hand and waved to the end of the corridor, and the other two waiter-looking people immediately walked over with a plastic box and cardboard box in their hands, just like the plastic box that the celebrity saw last time.

When the three of them entered the house, Zhang Shitong stood at the door, looking at the red light, reminiscing about the feeling just now.

It didn't take long for the waiter to come out and hand the packaged express box to Zhang Shitong, which was heavy and heavy as the weight of a life.

Holding the box in his hand, Zhang Shitong nodded and walked out of the door at the end of the corridor. Loud music and human voices returned to Zhang Shitong's ears, red, green and green lights flickered, and figures danced in the jungle as if nothing had happened.

This world is like this, no matter who you are, no matter what kind of status you have, what kind of talent, what kind of looks, in a place where you don't know the people, you can disappear, or die, or disappear, or travel to another world.

In short, no one else matters.

The world is like a big drama, and everyone plays such an insignificant role in the scene where they think they are the protagonists, so humble that even the beauty and destruction of life's last bloom are covered up in the hustle and bustle of ugliness, and no one pays attention to it.

Zhang Shitong is very glad that he can enjoy this kind of happiness, to be able to see the light that people bloom in the last moments of their lives, and to continue this light, turning them into the end of other people's lives.

A trace of energy passed through the carton box along Zhang Shitong's fingers, passed through the plastic freezer, and penetrated into the meat pieces inside the package. Nourished by these energies, the pieces of meat in the box seem to have a tendency to rejuvenate.

Even those eyes that were still widening moved slightly, but under the cover of the box, no one could see this terrifying picture. Feeling the changes in the flesh in the box, Zhang Shitong smiled happily.

Sure enough, it's a pretty premium body.

Placing the box on the supporting shelf behind the locomotive, Zhang Shitong got on the car, turned on the switch, and quickly galloped away in one direction.

Pedestrians passing by the road and people in the vehicles did not notice when they saw the blue figure speeding through the night sky. It's just an expedited shipment, who doesn't have a time when they need something urgently? The people in the imperial capital are very understanding.

But no one knew that in this blue light, it was the real death express.

On the night of the penultimate day of the Battle of the Hundred Provincial Capitals, the darkness before the real dawn. The entire imperial capital was destined to tremble in the dark night, with a large area of terror that was about to move, with that kind of suppression that was about to come, in the sky above the imperial capital, a dark cloud was formed that enveloped the whole city.

The various departments of the imperial capital, which have already received the corresponding news, have begun secret operations.

The Military Commission, the Ministry of Supervision, the Imperial Pavilion, the Nine Dao Passes, the Cultivator Alliance, and the major families, these forces all began to scatter their eagle dogs in this darkness, and their eyes scanned all corners of the entire imperial capital, extending their tentacles.

And those who are scattered all over the imperial capital, whether they are enemies or friends, hiding in the shadows and without roads, pass each other, and they may not know when they will become comrades-in-arms, and when they will kill each other and both die.

In this panic, a dilapidated audio-visual store that looks quite ordinary, there are a lot of outdated physical audio-visual carriers, the packaging has faded, and none of the young people passing by are willing to come, only the older people will notice such a store, thinking of the boyhood when they used to treat these audio-visual products as treasures, they shook their heads with emotion and left in a hurry.

The gray-haired boss sat in the storefront dozing off, but in a small inconspicuous door on the other side, a table with all kinds of materials was placed, and the three of them were talking about something in a low voice.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, there is your courier, please come and sign for it."