M began to fall into euphoria, she knew that it was the effect of the drug, which was filled with stimulants, and if you ate too much, you would die.

She suddenly thought about it, what she was busy with in her life, killing people, in addition to killing people or killing people, she also forgot why, just rejoicing, that face.

But it's also sad, that face doesn't like her, so she peeled him off, and then looked around for the face he liked, and kept fitting the face she found in front of the mirror to her face, and being alive is that skin, isn't it?

Confession, repentance, the kindness of the dying man? No, she doesn't have any of these, she has exhausted all the organs, has harmed countless people, deserves her crimes, and there is no victorious general.

T didn't know what was going on in her heart, the sound of the handcuffs colliding with the bed board was so pleasant.

T thought of the inadequacy of the last time, and at this time, M was in great pain, with the effect of the drug in the air on one side and the stimulant he was taking on the other.

"Kill me... Kill... Kill me, please. "M's mind went into a trance.

T turned his head to look at Z, "Can you start now?" ”

"Don't worry, isn't it exciting for you to look at her?"

M's last remaining sanity was greatly confused, speaking into the air? And the tone is familiar.

"T, go ahead, otherwise it won't look good if the meridians explode later, and you don't want blood to be splashed on your body." Z put on his gloves and handed the knife to T.

Blood flowed down the scratches, one drop, two drops, and M was unconscious, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

T took a black ribbon and put it on M's eye, and Z sneered, "It's not necessary, it won't leave your look." "There is no scientific basis for the so-called killer in the eyes of a dead person.

"Take the ribbon away, don't you think it's a pleasure to see the faces of these people when they are dying?" Z's expression was very enjoyable.

M's gaze wandered, T stuck the knife in the bone, removed the limbs, cut off the head, gouged out the eyes, and threw the rest of the head into the washing machine along with the limbs, and placed the eyeballs in the glass.

A knife cut from the back to the waist, blood oozed out, and T slowly tore a corner and peeled off little by little.

This technique is still not hot enough, and Z is standing next to him.

In the corner of the room stood a teenager with dark eyes but no idea what to do.

The rest of the shell was thrown away, it was really dirty, and the skin was cleaned and disposed of step by step.

"How many people this time?" Z opening.

"Five."

"It doesn't seem to be enough, that's all."

"It's okay enough to make three complete ones, and there are still some materials left, and then it's enough to solve the next person." Because two of them were M with the other.

Taking off his gloves and taking care of the scene, there seemed to be no change in the room, except for an extra glass of blood soaked in human skin and two eyeballs in the dark green dye.

T went to a jade shop and bought a rough piece of unpolished jadeite, which was the same color as the leaves in the backyard.

The twilight is soft, T sits on a recliner in the backyard and Z sits on the other.

The jade table, the white cup, the afterglow fell, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and suddenly he didn't want to do anything, but he couldn't take it.

One wrong step, one wrong step. And the only wrong step he took was that he didn't die in that torture in the first place, and since then, this body, this life, has been out of his own hands.

No matter what, there is a sense of powerlessness, a sense of unreality, and if Z wants to pull him to hell, he doesn't mind and destroys together.

[Author: Recently, I've heard a lot of saying that my novels are easy to ban, so I want to be subtle, and I suddenly don't know what I'm writing about, pure murder? No, there's a lot I want to tell, it's just that no one cares, it's just a simple thrill, and of course I feel disgusting, and what I'm thinking about now is, about whether the murder plot should be reduced, erase this, what do I have left? 】