He took the belt from the front and added two new pieces to it. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info next may be that Jin's inspiration is not enough, and he stared blankly at the blood-red flesh without any movement.

It's really stupid, it's so boring to kill people directly, look, I don't have any ideas, look at John Kramer (note), that's what art is called.

After a long moment, he glanced at the area behind the shelf, which was where I was, and shook his head and nodded. With a final sigh, he put the mutilated body into the sack and walked towards me step by step.

The familiar sound of friction sounded again.

I want to say that this time I have to thank the gods. Maybe it's because Jin Laogui's strength is not enough to drag the sack with one hand, maybe it's his habit to have two hands, maybe he likes the dark, maybe the darkness gives him a sense of control, maybe maybe. Anyway, he didn't walk with the oil lamp, but gradually walked towards me from light to dark. I quickly narrowed my eyes into a small slit to prevent the reflection of the whites of my eyes from being noticed by him.

I lost sight of him, and he went into the darkness. But I could hear him struggling to move forward, and I could feel the distance between him and me shrinking little by little.

Finally, I heard him touch the wall on the right side of my right shoulder.

I didn't dare to move, and I tried to slow down my breathing. At this point, he was only a hand's distance from me.

bang

Thankfully, he just dropped the sack in the corner he knew. Maybe he has a little doubt, but I think anyone in this situation will think it's a delusion, let alone he who has done too many bad things?

He walked back to the clearing where the fuel lamp was placed, bent down to pick it up, and walked straight out of the basement.

The sack happened to land next to me, and due to the unstable bottom, it fell on top of me. Feeling the sack soaked in blood, and the corpse that was in close contact with me only through a layer of sacks, I could clearly feel which part of her was in contact with my hand, my arm, and my leg, no, which part, part! At this moment, her scalpless head was resting on my shoulder! My right shoulder seemed to be unconscious in an instant!

It was as if my blood had stopped flowing. This moment is unbelievably long! Seeing that the old ghost finally walked out of the basement, I quickly and gently moved out. There was some stickiness on my body, which caused me to accidentally fall. Fortunately, it wasn't loud.

I spent the night with these crafts with her. I think I'm going to have nightmares for a few nights on end. Because this scene is very similar to the first time I killed someone. At that time, I was still young, and looking at her lying in a pool of blood, I squatted in the corner and shivered, crying and crying. I'll never forget the slimy feeling and the unparalleled silence that night - how similar it was to the scene now! I had a high fever for three days in a row, without any expression or words for three days. Many children like me behave like this - except for Tarzan, the murderer.

Organization... What a terrible organization.

Whew――

I scrambled back to my room and let out a sigh of relief. After taking a shower, I began to do my routine mental tidying up again. It was extremely uncomfortable because I had to think about every detail.

Her mother is a good person, she has always been submissive, and she has the gas to swallow in her stomach. She always satisfies the needs of others and denies her own needs, does not accept and even desperately suppresses her own feelings. In such internal and external troubles, her short life was a chronic murder conspired by herself and others.

But for these reasons, would this old ghost not know? Of course not. Did his mother do anything wrong? No. And the real situation is that he is still resentful, and he is only taking revenge in the name of his mother.

He only kills middle-aged women, and what he resents is the injustice of fate. This is the demon in his heart. He'll be my second pawn.

I want to get a good night's sleep and don't bother me.

I slept all day and night, no nightmares and no sweet dreams. It's very sweet. Only then will I feel that the world is beautiful.

I looked at Xiaoxiao affectionately and asked, "Xiaoxiao, what will happen if I can't hold on anymore?"

yes, what will happen to me? Will I go crazy? Or will nothing change?

"It's good to have you. I smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

Today's lunch had tomato egg dumplings, and I vomited out the unpalatable. There are also dumpling wrappers dipped in chili sauce, which is spicy and I cry bitterly. I sang a few songs into the microphone, but it was so hard to sing that my voice was hoarse. I listened to a few cross talks, and my stomach cramped when I laughed. My art skills are not bad, so I memorize the lines of the ceiling, the colors are bright, the brushstrokes are strong, and the artistic conception is far-reaching.

And just like that, I had another ordinary day.

And smile, two people.

The next day, when everything was ready, I entered the monitoring room.

Now Jesse Fa is the focus of my observations. Because I found that he always liked to say, "Can you hear me?" and laughed, as if he had been amused by his own illogical words.

I want to find the answer. But there are no clues for a few days, and the only thing that is known is that he does not remove the clown's makeup when he sleeps.

Another day passed, during which Bai An talked to me a few times, and she also brought Wang Ba soup and rabbit meat with her.

It's fragrant.

Wang Li was still very shy, and he couldn't speak very well, so he just nodded and said hello routinely. Jin Ze was like a second spring, in good spirits, smiling when chatting, and even his triangular eyes looked very loving.

On the third day, Jesse finally had a move. It turned out that there was also a hidden door in his house that connected to a basement. I controlled my eyes and followed stealthily.

Sure enough. Corpse. A lot of dead bodies. I counted them, and there were eight of them. Six men and two women. Three of the bodies were decomposed. With my experience at the Golden Ghost House, I believe that the rancid smell of this basement will definitely make me vomit it if I can't hold on for three seconds.

Jesse's law looked happy and took a big breath of satisfaction. I was surprised, could it be that it was all human-shaped cakes?

Jessefer walked in and looked at his little babies first: what kind of baby would be on the corpse?

The faces of the remaining corpses were all painted with clown masks without exception.

I watched as Jessie danced with his slightly fat body, playing the black comedy that clowns do best. Finally, he lay next to a corpse and whispered something to his face with his own face, and I didn't dare to get my eyes too close to him, so I didn't hear it clearly. He kept talking about it for ten minutes, and I just watched it for ten minutes.

Jesse leaves the basement.

A short time later, I received a call from him.

"Hey, step injury, my dear friend, hahaha, I want to take you somewhere, I wonder if you're free tomorrow?" Jesse Fer's cheerful voice rang in my ears, he was still so familiar and straight to the point.

I smiled and asked, "Oh yes?

"It was a funeral, a friend of mine died unexpectedly, and although the body can not be found now, the police are sure that he is dead, so the funeral was held. I wanted to ask my best friend to go with me, you know, I was a little scared. Jessefer said everything as if he had no intention of it.

I readily agreed.

The next day, Jesse found me early and led me to the funeral site. He didn't wear makeup today, and his chubby face was very cute. He was very happy along the way, giggling, talking and laughing.

It's like a clown.

"Is there anything you've been happy about these days?" I asked.

"Yes, my wife said she was pregnant!haha, you finally asked me, if you don't ask, I can't hold it back, hahaha" Jesse's smile was unusually bright, as if he was really going to be a father.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot we were at a funeral, so I'd better be a little more restrained. Jessefer finally realized what the problem was.

Halfway through the funeral, I didn't see Jesse speak to any of the family.

We were at the back of the crowd, and he suddenly said, "Friend, you know what? I have a sense of superiority in control. Just like the gods. It's a bit blasphemous to say that, but you're my best friend, so I'll get straight to the point. ”

Blasphemy of the dead? Although the face of the corpse you spoke to yesterday was covered by a clown mask, there was a black mole on the side of his mouth, which was exactly the same as the last photograph of the deceased at today's funeral.

"Can you hear me?" said Jessefer softly.

"Hear what?"

He shook his head and stopped talking.

Since he couldn't ask here, I had to investigate. I have asked some useful clues from the families of many of the missing.

PS: John Kramer: The name of the protagonist of Chainsaw, nicknamed Puzzle Murderer.