Chapter One Hundred and Five, The Black House

"Jack, aren't you going to kill prostitutes at this time? What are you doing here? After watching the dust raised by the explosion of the Infinity Sword disperse, he said to Jack the Ripper.

The Ripper smiled and said, "To bring you a deal." ”

When Lucifer heard this, he asked suspiciously, "Deal?" ”

"Yes, deals. I received a commission for ten days, and the reward for completing the task was one hundred emeralds. Now I'm going to invite you to complete this mission together. I'll pay you forty emeralds. "The voice of the ripper is not loud, but it will always surround your ears, like the voice in your head.

"Put away your coaxing (harmony) tricks. If you want me to cooperate with you, you can, but I want to know what I'm dying for, and I want fifty emeralds! And I'm going to take half of the deposit first! Lucifer didn't believe in Jack the Ripper, and even less in how generously he could bring himself a large sum of money. And the task that made him find it difficult to divide half of the remuneration would not be easy. Death is a matter of minutes.

The Ripper listened to Lucifer's answer and giggled. He gracefully took off the hat on his head, and in it was a handful of emeralds.

"Deal!"

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I remember that the weather was not bad that day, and the streets were still the usual strong (harmonious) rape, torture, cold light, and those gems that were stained with blood and constantly reflected the sun.

Perhaps in the eyes of other "normal" people, these are unacceptable and terrifying. But this is not a big deal for me living in hell, but it will make me feel the freshness and excitement of life.

However, what happened next made me feel really terrifying. As soon as I received the assignment, I walked into a smoky hut, perhaps blackened by smoke, where my employer had asked me to go. He said that only when he reached this place could he officially tell me the content of the mission.

Huts stand alone in the streets, and only small two-story black rooms can be seen everywhere in the hell. But I don't know what the road is, but this one makes me feel creepy. I don't like that feeling because it often means that something is killing me and is snooping on me.

I want to go. But my intellect did not prevail over my curiosity, nor my excitement at the rare fear. Standing in front of the door, I raised my head and looked at the clouds, as if smiling. It's so much fun.

The moment I opened the door, my scalp was numb, and I began to regret it a little as I felt the chill on the cold handle.

"Squeak~" With a whimper, the door slowly opened. In front of me was a black hall, exactly the same color as the exterior wall of the cottage. Sniffing and sniffing, it seems that you can still smell the burning smell in the air, as if it is mixed with coal in the air.

"Ahem." Covering his mouth, he coughed twice. I didn't expect to be in hell, and I began to feel scared. It's really getting worse and worse. It's like the first time I disemboweled. Hands, so shaking. But there's already a lot of motivation underneath.

"What was I thinking?" Shake your head in your head. I continued to move forward. I could feel the fragility of the floor before each step, and the soles of my feet felt soft, somehow reminding me of shattered internal organs. It's a touch you'll never forget!

I didn't ask anyone such a stupid question, all I needed was a clenched dagger in my hand and a wide eye for myself. Really, at this time, my ability to kill people seems to have disappeared. The sense of security brought to me by strength was wiped out at this moment.

The unknown is always the scariest. The most frightening. Most... The most frightening.

Suddenly, no, it should be said so. A white piece of paper finally appeared in my eyes, and if it weren't for the fact that the paper was being held in my hand at this time, I would have even doubted that it existed. Otherwise, how could I have noticed this thing that is so out of step with the big picture?

"Go upstairs." These two spellings are very strange, and it made me think about it for a while, and then it suddenly came to mind. But honestly, the letters are really weird. It was also this weirdness that made me feel fear again! ,

Because I suddenly realized that the pinyin letters on the paper were not the lingua franca of the Western continent that people were familiar with. It's English for my hometown! But, my hometown has been completely destroyed by the Cult of Light in that massacre twenty years ago! And according to my investigation, there will be no one in this world who will use it except me!

Fear instantly took over my heart! Goosebumps rushed out of every skin on the body, like breathing became suffocating!

When I came back to my senses, the paper turned snow-white.

"Boom~~~" The great fear made me throw the blank paper out of the air without thinking. The white paper fluttered in the air like a wave, and there was a clattering sound. Just this matter of a second should have passed quickly, and the speed would not have been noticed. But because of my dynamic vision that can see lightning fall, this moment feels like an hour long.

"Ah——!h I don't care if shouting loudly will find anything. I stared at the blank paper on the ground and screamed.

The next moment! The blank paper just disappeared in front of me! It's so silent. It was also at this moment that I felt as if there were two other people beside me, and those two heads, which I couldn't see, were staring ahead with me.

"Ah————!!!!!!h I ran upstairs as fast as I could, desperate. Good! You tell me to go upstairs, and I'll go upstairs! Even if there is something, I will not be afraid! Because, I'm strong! My name is Jack the Ripper!

"Bang! Thundered! "I don't forget how many things I've knocked down, and all I have in my eyes at this time is the black door with a white smear hanging on it.

"Pong ——!" Kick the black door open. I saw a dimly lit room with a bed stained with blood. On top of that, there's a notebook. The cover reads: "This is the beginning and the end of things." ”

I, resisting the urge to escape, walked up and slowly picked up my notebook. Read carefully....

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