At 11:25 p.m., the basement of an abandoned factory somewhere in the suburbs was filled with all kinds of body art paintings.

The paintings are excellent, the content is all women, and the paintings are lifelike, as if they were alive.

The women in these paintings have one thing in common - their eyes are closed.

There is no way, because the dead can't open their eyes.

Di Xiaobai, whose personality is plain and quiet on the surface, can always give people a first impression of being indisputable. Dressed as a comic book producer, it adds a layer of mystery to his atmosphere.

Therefore, there will always be women from all walks of life who are infatuated with him and revolve around him.

However, these women didn't know that Di Xiaobai was actually a ...... A perverted murderer who kills without blinking.

Each time, he would take the woman to the abandoned factory and kill her without damage, using it as a mold for his own paintings.

The women around him kept changing, and more and more corpses piled up in the basement of the factory. The police have also suspected and investigated him, but because of insufficient evidence, they have returned in vain every time.

Di Xiaobai likes to come here in the middle of the night to paint, looking at the cold bodies piled up in the freezer one after another, he can't stop, and every time he comes, he will paint more than ten paintings.

Due to the lack of light in the paintings, after so many years of accumulation, there are more than 1,000 paintings in the basement, covering the ceiling, walls, and floors, and there are more than that.

Di Xiaobai is extremely cautious in doing things, and the slightest wind and grass can arouse his vigilance. When he invited him to a party, he began to wonder if he was an informant sent by the police, and at that time he only had two thoughts in his mind, killing people and running away and ignoring them.

However, when he took out 100,000 yuan of invitation fees from Ya Qi, Di Xiaobai agreed to the invitation. It's not that he is greedy for money, but it's impossible for the police to take 100,000 yuan to lure him, because he doesn't lack the 100,000 yuan.

Second, he also wanted to see what this little guy who used a lot of money to invite people to the party wanted to do?

Now that he got the truth, he was very glad that he had been invited.

Di Xiaobai has always felt that life is boring, and the stimulation of ghosts can happen to be used as a seasoning. [The human body] is tired of painting, and he can draw a masterful body art painting with his eyes closed. If you can draw ghosts......

Hey! When he thinks of this, he always laughs unconsciously.

A little over an hour ago, he had received a curse assignment. The reason why he didn't let Ya Qi come with him to help him was not because he still had a conscience, but because he didn't want his identity [perverted murderer] to be exposed.

By now that the mission has been carried out, Di Xiaobai has mastered the trick of life, as long as he destroys a painting, he will die a ghost.

Hiding behind a wooden box, observing the number of ghosts that crawled out of the painting, 1, 2, 34,......,16, a total of sixteen.

After finding the painting crawled out of the ghost, Di Xiaobai directly threw a bomb over.

Rumble......

The paintings were destroyed and the ghosts disappeared. Di Xiaobai hurriedly walked out from behind the wooden box, and used the remaining time to destroy the paintings with his hands and feet.

The rule of ghosts from crawling out of the painting is that twenty ghosts crawl out in five minutes, but fortunately not all of them come out, otherwise, more than 1,000 ghosts will have to fill the basement, and there will be no place to hide.

According to the instructions of the contract paper, he must destroy all the paintings by 11:50, otherwise all the corpses in the basement will turn into ghosts and hunt down the executor.

Di Xiaobai tried to run out of the basement, but he couldn't escape at all. Every time my front foot stepped out of the basement, my head suddenly dizzy, and after a trance, I found myself back in the basement.

He also tried to destroy all the corpses, several bombs were thrown into the corpse pile, the freezer collapsed, but the corpses were still intact. Cutting with a knife, beating with a heavy object, still to no avail.

All he could do now was to keep destroying the paintings, and after more than an hour, he managed to destroy more than 900 paintings, but this was only half of the total, and there were still more than twenty minutes for him to deal with the other small half.

The further back you go, the more scattered the paintings become, making them more difficult to destroy.

For Di Xiaobai, it would be nice to have a barrel of gasoline now. Counting the time, five minutes are almost over.

Looking at the scattered paintings around me, the only place I could hide now was behind the corpse. He hurriedly burrowed into the pile of corpses, revealing a pair of eyes to observe the situation in the basement.

Click......

The sound of nails scraping the wooden board sounded in the basement, and the ghost began to act, Di Xiaobai held his breath, and couldn't help but wonder if [not letting Ya Qi follow] was the right decision.

If that kid could come, maybe destroy the artboard faster. There are still more than twenty minutes left, there is no way, I can't finish destroying it, I can only see how powerful the resurrected corpse is, ten minutes, maybe I can survive it.

Hehe, so many corpses, all of them have become ghosts, can they really hold on?

The more Di Xiaobai thought about it, the more he felt that he was not far from death, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and bite the corpse on the side of his mouth fiercely, then took a deep breath, turned over the corpse on his body, and rushed out with a gun.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out, he saw three ghost creatures standing in front of him, stabbing at him with their claws.

Di Xiaobai snorted coldly, didn't even look at the ghost, and raised his hand to shoot three shots.

Bang bang bang......

With the sound of the drawing board shattering, the three ghosts in front of him also disappeared. He did not let up, and fired several more shots in a row.

There were eleven left, and the speed of the ghost was not fast, it was about the same as the speed of ordinary people, and they ran towards him viciously.

Bang bang bang......

Click......

Pull the trigger, but there is the sound of empty shells. Di Xiaobai threw the pistol out fiercely, and there were no bullets again.

The spare bombs and pistols in the basement were gone, and now the only weapons he had left were a few bombs in his satchel and two seven-round pistols.

There are also six ghost objects, Di Xiaobai raced around the ghosts, came to a blank drawing board, and smashed it with a punch, and the drawing board shattered in response.

And five more!

Four, three, two!

After the last ghost broke half of his arm, he successfully destroyed the last sketchpad of this wave of ghosts.

Looking at the broken arm, Di Xiaobai didn't blink his eyes, walked straight to a bucket full of women's clothes, pulled out a red hair band, and tied it to his arm to stop the bleeding.

This time, he didn't use the rest of his time to laboriously destroy the sketchboard. Step by step, he walked to the pile of corpses, paused for a while, and then began to spread out all the corpses one by one and put them together.

He...... I want to draw a group photo of all the corpses and ...... Destroy!

In room 509 of the apartment building, Xiao Yuan looked at the cunning Kong Xiaoling opposite and couldn't help sighing.

It's 11:30 now, and she and Kong Xiaoling have played three games, guessing boxing, wooden people are not allowed to move, and backhand slapping the back of their hands, and they all won.

In order to achieve her goal, when she started to play guessing boxing, she begged: "Little sister, you let your sister win five games first, and then your sister will let you win all of them, is it okay?"

Kong Xiaoling's eyes rolled and nodded.

"Later, my sister will take out the scissors, and you will make the cloth, okay?"

"Good!"

Although Kong Xiaoling agreed to come down, what she came out of was a stone.

Fortunately, Xiao Yuan also had a heart, and was ready to go out to test whether Kong Xiaoling really agreed, but as a result, he won inexplicably. Later, she no longer believed Kong Xiaoling's words.

What other games can you play with a small child? Xiao Yuan is very distressed, the game is too profound, the little girl doesn't understand, and she doesn't play it.

Thinking about it, hungry. Xiao Yuan had a flash of inspiration and said, "Little sister, how about we eat in the competition?"

Kong Xiaoling thought about it and said with a smile: "Okay."