Chapter 437: The Master of the Goethe Mansion
Of course, I won't say everything in my heart. Talking too much, I'm afraid I'll just beat this thing.
"You! You guy, I saved you just now, and you still insult God, come on, I'll give you the honor of a knight, come and fight me! Davis had a righteous and awe-inspiring look. The Dongfang kid in front of him will only hide behind the trembling guy, and he actually dares to question himself, dare to question his god.
I don't give a damn about that. Turned around and opened the elevator and walked in.
Davis, his eyes widened angrily, and he just wanted to open his mouth, but he heard a crisp snap, followed by a hot pain in his cheeks!
"I didn't want to kill you when I left! Funny, forced! "The moment the elevator door closed, I said indifferently.
Davis, clutching his cheeks, stunned. In the Holy See, he is also a personal envoy of the Pope. That exorcism didn't come on his own. It can be said that he is a sharp knife of the Holy See. On weekdays, even the Pope is kind and pleasant in the face of himself, when was he directly slapped in the face, this is a great shame!
Davis's face flushed, and his eyes gradually filled with anger. Roared: "Devil, I curse you! ”
Still, Davis turned away. Just like when he came, he kicked open the door, ignoring Lisa behind him.
That's right, Davis really didn't have anything left, even a dozen silver bullets left. As for the holy water, it has long been drained by water guns. Garlic, that thing really works, even Davis himself doesn't think it's reliable.
In addition, that slap was done without warning, and Davis still hasn't figured out what's going on, so if he doesn't go back, he's getting a slap!
Davis is a god, but he's not stupid. I won't joke with my own life, even if I do a task, I do what I can.
Bang bang bang! Yes! Only Lisa was left in the hall, just as Lisa looked at Davis's back. The heads of Bit and the others suddenly exploded. A puff of fine sand-like dust directly turned the hall into a miasma. Lisa screamed and ran away into the night. It is estimated that in the future, this Western beauty will not travel in the night!
The second floor is lined with ordinary guest rooms. The hallways are chaotic, with bottles, cans, and scrap wires that have been collected and turned into a garbage dump.
All doors are tightly closed. Heavy breathing sounded behind the door.
I stood in the elevator doorway, the Soul Eater emitting all-engulfing darkness. In the realm of the soul I can see the people in every room. They are all old people who are scavenging and struggling in the city on their meager income. To my surprise, the second floor was 90% full. There weren't any living dead or anything like that.
Or their identity doesn't even bother to hurt the living dead. I shook my head and went up to the third floor, the aisles were much cleaner, and they were all middle-aged. Although wandering, it is better in the prime of life. Life is much more comfortable than that of the old man below.
Again, there is not a single living dead here. However, the people here are exactly the same as the second floor, they are all hiding behind the door and seem to be afraid of something!
I walked to the nearest door and reached out and knocked on it.
"No, no! No! It shouldn't be me, let me go! Today should be Henry in room 10, I'm 60, and it's going to be two months away! There was no door inside, but a man begged for mercy in horror.
I pushed the door open, and there was a click, and the lock was unlocked with the latch. When I walked in, I saw a man in his thirties wearing an ill-fitting T-shirt and jeans, and a pair of dirty travel shoes on his feet.
Seeing that I didn't speak, I just looked at him. The middle-aged man immediately moved to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator door and prayed: "My lord, I am your slave, I know what you want, I have no ability to kill, I don't dare, but I dug up the corpses in the cemetery, they are all freshly dead, and the brains are fresh, as long as you let me go, I am willing to find the brain for you every day!" ”
The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, tears and snot flowed continuously, and even a puddle of water accumulated on the ground.
"What's your name?" I asked in broken English. The other party's tone was full of pity. It's a pity that I can't understand it, and it's really hard to understand a foreign language!
The middle-aged man lowered his head and trembled, "I, my name is Art, let me go, I beg you!" I don't want to die. ”
I scratched my head, I really didn't know what to do! If you do it directly, it will be simple, and I believe that the fist in this world is the most versatile. But when you want to know the information, even if the other party is willing to tell you, you can't understand it!
"Do you speak Huaxia?" I asked helplessly, this person hides his brain in the refrigerator, he is already heinous to me, I can't understand what he says, and my body naturally exudes this murderous aura.
This made Art tremble in horror even more, but to my surprise, Art actually said in Huaxia language: "I, I work in a Chinese restaurant, I can speak some Huaxia language."
"What's going on with these brains?" I asked.
Art looked at me with puzzled eyes, but he didn't dare not say it, and said it again in Huaxia. ''It made me think a lot better about him, at least not in the ranks of nirvana.
"Who are you afraid of?" I asked again.
Art raised his head suddenly, looked at me carefully, his face changed, and after a moment it turned into anger: "You know what, you are doing this very excessively! ”
"Answer, or die!" As he spoke, the Soul Eater Sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The all-engulfing darkness caused the temperature of the room to drop rapidly.
Art shuddered, secretly trying to smack himself a few times. Why should you be excited! Whether it is the one or the mysterious Oriental man in front of him, it seems that killing himself is no different from pinching an ant to death.
Art's newly straightened knees bent and fell to his knees with a thud.
"My lord, what we are afraid of is the master here, he will come here every day to pick someone to leave, I know that the person who leaves must be dead, because I have seen him tear off the head of that person in front of me and take out the brain." Art trembled as she spoke, her face terrified.
I finally understood what Art was afraid of! All they fear is a man, a captive man. At the same time, I also understood why the Goethe Building, except for the parking lot and the lobby, there are living dead, why the rest of the places are normal human beings.
Of course, I also understand why there is an ordinary person guarding the hall, first to attract new customers to come and move in, and secondly, to supply the living dead who wander outside, and take the guards here every once in a while. This is a favor and a balancing act.
The city has long been a hunting ground. Ordinary people make up the vast majority of them, but they become poor animals in captivity. Let these so-called creatures of darkness enjoy them at any time.
"Where is he?" I asked faintly, without any expression on my face. I have pity on these people, but I don't help. After all, they are not from China. I have no reason to be an enemy of all the dark forces in the West for the sake of these people. However, the Goethe Mansion is Pete's, and as a friend of Mao Xueying, I need to make a move for him. It is also a manifestation of affection.
"Him! He's at the very top. When I first came, I was invited by him to be a guest, me, me! Art couldn't go on, it was a nightmare for him that he didn't want to remember. But in the next second, Art wondered if he was dreaming.
The person in front of him suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
Pete shook his head, sat on the ground limply, looked at the damaged gate and felt relieved, sat down on the ground, the man who was more than seven feet tall, actually covered his face and cried.
The Goethe Building has more than 50 floors, and only the first 10 floors are inhabited. The rest are empty, and here in Huaxia can be regarded as a veritable haunted house.
On the top floor, there is only one room, the elevator door opens, and the passage is a semi-circular space, and the flashing door is facing the elevator.
I stepped forward and reached out to open the door.
With a space of more than 100 square meters, it looks like a living room. Next to the panoramic window, there is a circle of very luxurious sofas.
On the couch sat a blonde man in his fifties. Holding a bottle of red wine like plasma in his hand, he slowly put it into his mouth. I didn't seem to mind my coming.
"It's coming! Juwens, that old guy looks like he's going to tear up the contract! The blonde man said casually while sipping red wine.
I didn't walk over, looked at the blonde man, and said helplessly, "Do you know how to speak Huaxia?" I don't understand what you're talking about! ”
Blonde man, look at me suddenly smiling, smiling very happily. Then he stepped aside, reached for the door of the refrigerator, and pulled out a sealed box from inside. Walk to the coffee table casually, put down the box and open it. Inside is a human brain.
I stood in the doorway, frowning, not understanding what this guy was doing, was it a complete disregard for me, or a gesture of contempt, eating human brains in front of me!
The soul realm unfolded, and there was actually a cold storage on this level, and in the cold storage, the remnants of this human being were placed. In another room, there are more than a dozen cages, and in the cages are vicious hounds, and in the hounds' food bowls are pieces of human stumps.
While I was observing, the blonde man had already picked up the spoon and dug out a piece of brain and put it in his mouth. I close my eyes and enjoy the taste.
"You're going to die a terrible death!" Seeing this, I really suspected that I was not entering a room that a human should be in, but into the lair of a beast.