At the time of the killing, Jason. Wachs generally doesn't make any sound.

There is no tyranny and cruelty, and there is no sympathy and pity. As long as she holds a butcher's knife in her hand and wears that worn hockey mask, she will become the most primitive machine, as if she exists only for killing, more like the spokesman of death in the world.

Slit their throats, cut off their heads, and anything that came into sight would be her prey.

Even the terrorist killing organization hidden in the "dark world", the Hunting Elite Club, can only be miserably defeated in the face of this old super killer. Because......

"Ahhhh

Watching their comrades being sent to hell one by one by the woman in red with a dagger in her hand, the surviving guards of the "Human Skin Inn" were already going crazy, completely forgetting about recoil and precision and the like, just pulling the trigger to the end and pouring dozens of bullets at the woman.

The overwhelming rain of bullets tore the brown trench coat on her body, creating countless bloody holes in her fair skin. But as if he was completely uninjured, Jason still walked with a determined step towards the soldier who was shooting.

The long dark red hair was scattered behind him, the facial features on his face were unrecognizable under the bombardment of bullets, and the figure in a brown trench coat looked like a bloody demon.

"Escape ......"

Faced with a terrifying presence that seemed to never die, one of the guards finally broke down, dropped his depleted assault rifle, and fled backwards like a lost dog.

As the so-called defeat is like a mountain, after this guy made a start, the remaining few black-clothed guards who were on the verge of collapse also began to retreat, their faces covered with snot and tears.

It's because there are too many kills. will be afraid of death. These guys, who already had blood on their hands, knew very well how badly the "goods" they had captured had died.

Little did they know that they would end up in the same fate one day!

"It's a bunch of garbage, I'll take care of them."

The butcher's knife that had just chopped off the head of one of the guards buzzed and vibrated as it flew towards the closing metal door in front of it.

It hadn't made it to the door. On the right side of the corridor, a metal door that was originally closed suddenly burst open from the inside, and the huge iron door slammed against the wall, smashing the blade of the butcher's knife, and the handle of the knife, which was stained red with blood, fell weakly to the ground, never moving again.

“……”

Jason raised his head, his scarred face returning to its original state in an instant, and opened his blue eyes, silently observing the anomaly in front of him.

A large hand, stitched through, stretched out from the door. With one palm, the entire corridor trembled slightly.

The skin on the hand was obviously not taken from the same person, Caucasian, yellow, and black people were all available, and the production process was very rough.

Before Jason could speak, he heard a familiar voice in his ear, still the same as usual, even when he was serious, with a slight hint of ridicule:

"I see. The Hunting Elite Club made something resembling a stitching monster out of the carcass of 'cargo'? It's a good thing to use waste. ”

Hearing this, Jason jerked his head to look at the man next to him covered in blood. Originally, she didn't have any mood swings, but she couldn't help but show a shocked expression:

"You're still alive?" She asked.

"Of course." Zhang Luo stretched out his bloodied right hand and patted the red-haired woman's shoulder: "I won't ...... so easily"

As he spoke, the horrific thing in the room made of corpses had smashed through the walls and rushed out.

The stitched up body was unusually fat, and the skin on its body was pale from being soaked in the culture medium for too long. As if out of some kind of bad taste of the maker, an iron hook is attached to his right hand that is connected by iron chains and appears to be retractable at will......

"I guess the designer of this thing must have enjoyed playing DOTA."

Zhang Luo said and took a step forward and stood beside Jason. Start experimenting with opening your own storage.

According to his reasoning, the world he lives in may not be some fictional "game space". It's the real world, but the timeline has deviated somewhat.

If that's the case, then you should be able to open up the storage space......

Pressing the switch on the tiger's mouth in his right hand, with a wave of his hand, the small space device created by Frankenstein suddenly activated, Zhang Luo reached into the storage space without saying a word, but did not find anything.

"What's going on...... this?"

Something unexpected happened, and he immediately turned off the storage space and began to try to confirm the current date and time.

But standing on the opposite side of the "true. butchers", apparently will not leave them a respite......

"Whoa!"

The butcher shook his fat right hand violently, and threw the iron hook in his hand in the direction of the two of them, and the speed was so fast that it brought out the afterimage. If the two of them hadn't reacted quickly enough and dodged this blow one left and one right, I'm afraid they would have been smashed to pieces.

"Bell!"

A massive iron hook smashed into the ground, shattering the head of a guard's corpse. Completely different from the game, a hook of this size can't hook people over, and can only be used as a large "meteor hammer".

"Kill him, I don't have a weapon." Zhang Luo said to Jason, who was standing on the other side of the chain.

In the open battlefield, this clumsy big man poses no threat at all, but in the narrow underground corridors, it is undoubtedly very difficult to dodge the butcher's iron hook, so it is more reliable to fight quickly.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded, and then made a move that Zhang Luo didn't expect.

I saw that she grabbed the chain of the butcher's iron hook and pulled it hard, and actually pulled the other party's huge body and staggered forward a few steps. Before the butcher could retract the hook, the red-haired killer had already rushed forward, and the whole person rushed into the butcher's arms!

After a burst of flesh and blood flying "beautiful scenery", the monster made of corpses was sent back to where he belonged. After confirming that the battle was over, Zhang Luo also stepped forward and stared at the monster corpse blocking the center of the corridor with great interest.

"The technique of hunting elite clubs is good, I thought they were just a non-existent killing organization...... he lamented.

"How did you survive?" Jason asked the question again.

"You're curious? Or was it finally relieved to see that I wasn't dead? Zhang Luo turned sideways to look at the killer's smooth face.

"Leave it alone, I just wanted to ask." Jason muttered angrily.

"Uh-huh, it's time to explain." Zhang Luo nodded, looking at the butcher's corpse in front of him.

The first thing he said next made Jason's eyes widen:

"We're not in a dream space right now, it's the real world. The same goes for the previous 'Zodiac Killer'. ”

Hearing this, Jason was silent with his mouth open for a few seconds, and asked slowly, "Are you crazy?" It's simply not possible ......"

"At first, I thought it was impossible, after all, it was not possible for ordinary people to do it on the timeline. But what if the so-called 'God of Killers' can really manipulate time? Zhang Luo smiled: "Didn't you say that Freddy thinks that the 'God of Killers' can delay the time for the police to arrive at the scene of the murder?" That's where I got my inspiration too. ”

"You mean, the killer god can make the policeman's sense of time problematic?" Jason asked.

-- The human "sense of time" is actually something that can be manipulated, and it doesn't require any divine power, just through hypnosis.

In the record of urban weird stories, there have also been protagonists who inexplicably found that the time changed from three o'clock to four o'clock, and his one-hour life suddenly disappeared. It turned out that the example of a terrible event was remembered later.

Although I don't know if it's true or not, in Zhang Luo's opinion, the current self and Jason are indeed in a state of confusion in time, and they may have been pulled to different timelines. If that's really the case-

"Would you like to talk to yourself? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. ”

Zhang Luo said as he opened the Executioner's Eyes and began to try to contact another "self". (To be continued.) )