The man was wearing a pair of white rubber gloves on his hands, and the black blood had dried on the gloves.

And look at her hand, the cold scalpel is dissecting a "monster" with fur.

The "monster's" eye sockets were black and hollow, with blood and some flesh and fur.

The beautiful man, with slender fingers, picked up the scalpel with a kind of grace, unhurried.

"Sister, don't you usually like these kittens the most? You see, in my collection room, are these kittens beautiful? ”

Her voice is very clear, but if you listen carefully, there is still a feeling of a teenager.

This is not a girl, but a teenager.

- A boy dressed as a woman.

is also the male protagonist that Xia Ling wants to attack.

*

At this moment, the direction of the head was facing Xia Ling.

Xia Ling was very close to the head, and looking at the black hole in the eye sockets, the whole person was a little uncomfortable.

He furrowed his brows and struggled with the hands that had been tied behind him.

"Qi Yunchen, you let go of me."

"Don't let go! Sister, look at my collections, aren't they beautiful? ”

The young man squatted down and stayed beside Xia Ling.

His hair is long, his chin is white and sharp, and his contours are very three-dimensional, with a feeling of indistinguishability between male and female.

And those dark eyes are like an impermeable abyss.

With a smile on his lips, he put his arm on Xia Ling's shoulders and asked her to look around.

The room looked like a basement, with no windows and white walls on all sides.

There were only one hook on the wall, and some of them were hung with flesh and blood, and the blood had dried up.

Some of them are small skeletons, with old colors and look a little old.

Such corpses hung on the wall one by one, like Qi Yunchen's trophies.

*

"Let go of me, I want to throw up."

A wave of nausea welled up in his stomach, and Xia Ling looked at the young man.

"Okay, let you go, but sister, you can't run, or I'll make you into a beautiful specimen."

Speaking creepy words, the young man was still well-behaved, and he obediently untied the rope that bound Xia Ling.

His long eyelashes, fluttering slightly like butterfly wings, left a small shadow on his pretty face.

*

Xia Ling looked around and entered the small bathroom next to him.

I turned on the faucet, washed my face, and somewhat suppressed some of the vomiting Gu Yaowang.

The water was gurgling, and when she looked up, she saw a mirror on the wall.

The heroine who wears the book this time has a cute face.

A crescent-like face, curved eyebrows, and a small mouth.

She wore a small white dress

……

"Sister, have you washed it?"

The boy pushed open the door and came in freely.

He took off his white coat, a small black skirt with a necklace of Swarth Lodge in a slender neck, and his long black hair was slightly curly, looking very perfect and elegant.

Facing the faucet, Qi Yunchen was also washing his hands.

He looked calm, but he kept washing and washing, and a pair of green and white hands were washed red, as if a layer of skin had been peeled, so he gave up and dried his hands.

*

"I'm a little sleepy and I want to sleep for a while."

Xia Ling rubbed the corners of his forehead.

"Okay, there's a soft mat in the corner, do you want to try it, sister? Is it made of those cute furs that you like? ”

Qi Yunchen smiled shyly.

Little cutie...... Those cats?

Xia Ling directly refused: "No, I'll lean in the corner for a while, and it's fine." ”