In the dark corners of the old city, Qin Luo looked for his destination step by step, a studio. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It wasn't until he saw the black dilapidated wooden door, with the wind chimes of the weird upside-down hanged man swaying in the wind, that Qin Luo frowned and confirmed that he had found the target person. Then he pushed the door with his cane with a look of disgust and walked in, followed by the siren.

The action of pushing the door made the strange wind chimes hanging on the door ring, and the dull and weird messy highs and lows made Qin Luo's already impatient mood even more gloomy.

"Who's coming?"

Qin Luo didn't answer, he looked for the sound, walked to the inner room of the studio, and looked at the people who were busy making the frame.

"What a hard work, my dear."

The gentle and doting magnetic voice made the studio owner turn around suddenly, and when he saw the person dressed as a rabbit, he took a step back in a panic and knocked over the frame that had not yet been made.

"Qin Luo!" A tone of surprise and fear. He would never forget Qin Luo's demonic voice, and he would never forget it.

"Peeler! Long time no see! Qin Luo said.

"I'm not a peeler! I'm Turant! The master of the studio said.

Qin Luo was a little surprised: "You deny his existence?" ”

"I just used to be a little mentally abnormal, now I'm fine, I'm not a pervert anymore, I'm normal!" The master of the studio emphasized.

Qin Luo didn't speak again, he paced slowly in this small studio, admiring his master's work.

The beautiful maiden in the woods, the magnificent scenery, the soul-shaking space battleship group, and the picture of the Virgin of Compassion, in the most conspicuous position is a huge picture of the crucifixion of St. Jesus.

"Why did you put it so obvious?" Qin Luo pointed to the crucifix with his cane.

The studio owner did not answer.

"Because you are so deeply influenced by him, so deep that you can't forget it, even if you are normal now, you can't erase the influence of the person who once destroyed your subconscious. What a tragedy......" Qin Luo's fingers gently brushed over the picture of the Holy Crucifixion.

The owner's face became more and more ugly.

"Only a tyrant would be so fond of such obvious religious implications." Qin Luo turned around and asked him, "How many religious pictures have you painted over the years?" ”

The master of the studio did not answer, he bowed his head and said nothing.

"Turant? It's a really bad name, far less beautiful than the peeler. Qin Luo shook the soft long ears on the rabbit mask, which was a little funny, but it turned into a charming humor in him.

"I'm Turant, no matter what you think, it's Turant and not the skinner!" The owner of the studio bent down slightly and said, "It's not early, I'm going to close here." ”

"No, no, no, dear." Qin Luo held a cane in one hand and knocked on the ground a few times, and the other hand was unconsciously entangled. "I'm here for a purpose, and you shouldn't have driven me away."

"What do you want? I only have paintings here. ”

"Give me a human skin mask." The gentle visitor spoke, and his words completely broke the essence of the owner of the studio.

As if he had been caught in his fingernails, the owner of the studio replied forcefully, "I don't have a skin mask here." ”

Qin Luo's diamond-red eyes stared at the master of the studio, he looked at him, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his will was all focused on his keen sense of smell, the chemical smell of synthetic painting materials, the smell of wooden picture frames, the smell of paper, and even the smell of a small amount of high-grade ink.

Among the many complex smells, he smelled a subtle aroma.

Qin Luo opened his eyes and looked at the master of the studio with a smile.

"Peeler, the tyrant is out of Prison Zero."

This sentence was like a stormy wave, which made the master of the studio instantly constrict his pupils, his face pale, and his expression distorted.

He ...... Came out? A twisted, strange voice squeezed out of his throat.

"That's right! He's out! Qin Luo pointed to the huge picture of the crucifixion with his cane and said, "I smell the familiar fragrance, do you still eat human flesh?" ”

The distorted and strange expression on his face quickly disappeared before Qin Luo could speak, and then he looked at Qin Luo blankly and said, "I...... Do I have one? ”

"My dear skincutter, you're really schizophrenic into two!" Qin Luo circled around the master of the studio.

The studio owner's dazed expression faded in an instant, and it became a little distorted.

"I'm split into a few people, it's none of your business! Turant had no idea that human flesh was hidden behind the portrait. The peeler said.

Qin Luo glanced at him: "You didn't let him know that you still exist?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you know it or not!" The dissecter staggered over to the portrait and removed the large picture of the crucifixion to reveal the dark room behind it. The door to the darkroom was closed, and there was a combination lock, and the code was the skinner's pupil pattern. It's probably the most high-tech thing in this studio.

When the door opened, a red blur of light reflected on the distorted and strange face of the skincutter, seeping like a bloody horror.

"The tyrant is out...... Turant is going to sleep for a while, so it's good to let him rest for a while, just so that I can move freely for a while. ”

The skincutter got into the dark room, Qin Luo stood in front of the door and paused, then turned back to the siren and said, "You wait here for a while." ”

The siren nodded, and then Qin Luo bent down and burrowed into the skinsmith's dark room.

The red light shone on the white rabbit suit, like a layer of blood, and Qin Luo couldn't help but touch his rabbit suit.

He liked the atmosphere like a scene of torture, and the excites in his body faintly wanted to soar, and he pressed back to resist the torture psychology that was about to move, and walked down to the secret mask making room of the skincutter.

In the dim orange light, the hut is divided into three areas, one is the display area of human skin masks, the other is a large freezer and some simple kitchen utensils in the corner, and a production table.

Qin Luo stood in the display area of the human skin mask, examining the transparent mask hanging on it.

The peeler opened the large freezer, dragged a bag out of it with difficulty, and poured all the contents of the bag on the floor.

The gurgling and rolling head entered Qin Luo's eyes.

Qin Luo hooked the frozen human head with his toes, looking at the heads rolling around, he counted them, there were more than a dozen, and they were all handsome young men and women, he was a little surprised: "You killed so many beautiful men and women, and no one found you?" ”

The peeler looked weird: "Usually it is Turant who goes out, and I am the one who comes back." He pointed to his forehead, "My third 'eye' is not for decoration. ”

Qin Luo saw the special mark in the center of his forehead. This is the invisible eye of the peeler, and as long as you open this eye, you can become completely invisible and become an air-like existence.

Very good ability to evolve.

Among these heads, the peeler picked and picked, and then looked up at Qin Luo: "Let me see the face shape." ”

Qin Luo took off his rabbit mask and revealed his face. The skinners took a closer look, picked out the closest one among the heads, and placed it on his own table.

The rest of the heads were stuffed into bags and placed in the large freezer, and the skinners were busy on the production table.

Qin Luo sat on the chair in front of the mask display cabinet, casually turning the human head model on the cabinet, and then he became interested in this model.

Approaching the model and sniffing it carefully, he smelled the smell of meat: "Whose model is this?" ”

The skinners replied casually, "My wife's." ”

Flipping the model, Qin Luo asked strangely, "Don't you love her?" ”

"Because I love her more than I love myself, I want her to be with me forever."

So, the dear skin-cutter killed his wife, and ate her flesh, her entrails, her brain, and nothing left but a human skin and bones all over her body. Her head was modeled as a human head, and her bones were carved into artefacts and hung in her bedroom.

The wife of the peeler is the first victim of the dermamelizer's evolution.

The tyrant forcibly instilled the evolutionary equation in the minds of the dissecters, and before it was fully successful, the tyrant was imprisoned. The skincutter, whose evolution was not completely complete, was immediately schizophrenic into two people, one Turan and one skinner.

Turrant is a normal human, and the Dermatodermist is an evolutionary.

After the initial evolution, the Skincutter strongly suppressed Turante's consciousness and became the master of the body.

Then the newborn Evolutionary began to eat frantically and search for the perfect human skin.

Cannibalism! Cannibalism! Cannibalism!

At that time, the peeler was not in Venice, but in a small city called Primment.

When Tulante, who was obsessed with mask-making, was reflected in the skin-splitter, he was extremely enthusiastic about the making of human skin masks.

His pursuit of artistic perfection led him to believe that only human skin was the perfect material. The physical need for cannibalism and the psychological need for mask-making merge in the dissecter, and his madness caused a great panic in Primish City.

However, no one can find out who is hunting, as if there is an invisible hand that has always held the city firmly in control, leaving no one free from it.

Death enveloped the city of Primish for three years.

If it weren't for the dissecting master who caught the wrong person, he might not have been so embarrassed to find out his true face, and then fled in embarrassment and didn't dare to appear in front of everyone at will.

Primment's three years were the peak of the skinsmith, and it was at that time that his human skin mask gradually became popular among the small circle of evolutionaries, but although he produced a lot of people, he never gave people easily.

Most of the time, he makes human skin masks as part of his collection.

The masks in the display case that Qin Luo saw were the collection of the peeler.

He turned his head to look at the skinner, who had peeled off the entire skin of the head, washed it and carefully cut off the remaining skin.

The next thing to do is to cushion the ups and downs inside the human face.

The skinner's movements are skillful and fluid, giving people a sense of art.

For him, it's a beautiful artistic creation.

The mask was made quickly, and all the steps were completed within an hour. The skin-splitter put the brand-new human skin mask into Qin Luo's hand.

"You give it a try!" He placed the mirror in front of Qin Luo.

Qin Luo looked in the mirror, and then put the human skin mask on his face. The inside of the mask is evenly coated with a layer of bio-oil glue, which can be very close to the mask and the human face. You can even think of this mask as a new layer of skin.

Qin Luo slowly rubbed the mask until the mask and his face fit together completely, and the subtle hairs on his face also protruded from under the mask.

"Very good." Qin Luo said, this face was as handsome as his original appearance.

Smiling warmly at himself in the mirror, Qin Luo nodded with satisfaction. This face is a little younger than his original one, which makes his smile appear warmer and more angelic.

A gentle teenager who laughs like an angel.

Qin Luo patted his face and put on his rabbit mask, he looked at the skincutter and said, "I'm very happy to get such a human skin mask." ”

The peeler didn't say anything, but said, "I'm going to leave too, and before I leave, tell me where the tyrant is now?" ”

"Him?" Qin Luo said: "Maybe in Babelkala?" After all, his red lotus is stationed there. ”

The skincutter lowered his head and thought to himself.

Qin Luo himself came out of the dark room humming a small tune, and the siren was sitting on a chair in the studio waiting for him.

Seeing Qin Luo come out, she stood up and asked, "Got it?" ”

Qin Luo nodded happily, then took off the mask, revealing his young and beautiful face.

"Let's go." Qin Luo waved his cane and walked out of the skinner's studio.

Next time I come, I won't see the peeler again.

As he left on the boat, Qin Luo took one last look at the dilapidated studio and asked him to go and find trouble with the tyrant.

He likes nothing more than to see others in trouble.