"What the hell is this place?"

When his eyes lit up again, Zhang Luo casually asked the extremely old-fashioned, but very necessary lines that are common in novels. At the same time, he looked around and observed the scene around him.

The dirt under your feet is not too soft, and there are messy tire marks on it. The place where I am currently located is a beautiful lakeside.

Although it is nighttime, the neon lights of the city in the distance cast colorful reflections on the surface of the lake, so that the light conditions here are not bad and do not appear dark at all.

Zhang Luo lowered his head and looked at his body, and immediately noticed that the situation was very wrong:

The original casual clothes on his body disappeared, replaced by blue suspenders and a red and white plaid shirt, which looked like a gardener outfit from the last century. Although the palms looked like his own, he didn't know what his face looked like at the moment.

Is it a dream, no...... If it was a dream, it was too real. Even the Nightmare Theater didn't reach this level.

The cool night breeze caresses the skin of the face, bringing out an indescribable sense of comfort. Zhang Luo, who had adventured in dreams several times, was sure that this place was not a dream. His dream control skill, which had reached the highest level, could not be used here at all.

“……”

Silently turning his head to look at his left-hand side, Zhang Luo immediately saw a Cadillac convertible with a red shell, parked not far from him.

At this time, a red-haired woman in a pure pink dress was slowly sitting up from the back row.

"My head hurts, damn it......"

Jason complained as he brushed away the long hair that was scattered on his forehead, raised his head and looked at Zhang Luo, and immediately frowned:

"What's the matter with your old man's outfit?"

"There's a problem with your costume too." Zhang Luo said as he leaned over to the reversing mirror next to the car door to observe his face, which was slightly pale and thin. It's still the same as he was.

Completely unaware of what this situation was, he first confirmed his state: in addition to the change in his dress, the Executioner's Eye was gone, the storage space could not be opened, and even the strength on his body had returned to the normal state before he met Frankenstein.

But even so. Zhang Luo did not panic, but first asked Jason, who might know the situation: "Do you know what happened?" ”

- Jason was obviously quicker than she was when she saw the pale figure just now, and it looked like she probably knew something.

"Well, I know that 'person', let alone me, as long as you can call yourself a famous serial killer, you should know about his existence." Jason stroked his long hair in frustration and flipped out of the car door with great dexterity. Landing barefoot on the soft soil.

"He's not going to be a 'killer god' or something, right?" Zhang Luo said with a smile.

The weird guy just now once said that he was "the embodiment of all the famous serial killers in the history of mankind", although he had never heard of the existence of gods in the serial killer industry, but as a lover of curiosity, Zhang Luo has studied all the famous serial killings in history. In some of these cases, there is also something strange in common:

-- Some of the killers said they were instructed by "something."

Or an angel, or a demon, or a mysterious voice in my head. Those killers have been caught, knowing that it is impossible to overturn the case. But he still insisted that he was instructed by some absurd things to commit a brutal crime.

Although most people think that these murderers are talking nonsense, Zhang Luo also once thought that if there is really some kind of force that is manipulating them to kill people, it is likely to be-

"That's right, it's the god of killers......" Jason explained in a serious way.

"Huh."

"I'm serious. Don't laugh! Jason looked down at the skirt on his body depressedly, obviously he hadn't worn such inconvenient clothes for a long time.

"I just think this kind of god is completely unreliable, what can he bless and not be caught when he escapes?" Zhang Luo said with a smile.

Hearing his words, Jason snorted contemptuously, "I don't believe in him much either." But some people will believe it, such as Freddy's stupid man, who thinks that this god can delay the arrival of the police and give the killer more time to escape after the killing. ”

"What kind of procrastination method to make the police car burst a tire?" Zhang Luo complained.

"That's why I don't think it's reliable, but that so-called god seems to be very powerful, otherwise we wouldn't be here." Jason looked down at his long skirt, suddenly bent down and grabbed the hem of the skirt and tore it hard, only to hear a bang, and changed the long skirt to a ******.

"Your power is still there?" Zhang Luo stared at the pink cloth strip on the ground.

"No, I'......ve been strong since I was a child," Jason blushed.

Completely uninterested in continuing to discuss boring topics such as "childhood anecdotes", and in a state of uncertainty, Zhang Luo immediately began to try to confirm the current situation:

"Well, it looks like this car is mine."

He took out a Cadillac car key from his pocket, put the key ring on his index finger and spun it around a few times, then looked down at the folds on the back seat of the convertible, and the lipstick and high heels that fell on the seat, and smiled: "It looks like you should be my girlfriend, and we just finished ......"

"Just know, don't say it!" Jason punched Zhang Luo in the shoulder, causing him to have a pain in the shoulder.

"Moreover, the era we live in seems to be the active period of the killer that the guy said......" Zhang Luo rubbed his shoulders while looking at the interior of the front row of the convertible:

The interior of the car is very rustic, with some wood on the steering wheel, and an old-fashioned cassette recorder that looks like it was from decades ago.

And the clothes on the two of them are also very in line with the tone of the American people in the sixties and seventies of the twentieth century, and they are exactly the same as what the weirdo who may be the "God of Killers" said, the time when the "Zodiac Killer" appeared:

Even those who aren't interested in this area have probably heard of the name "Zodiac-killer", a mysterious guy who is just behind "Jack the Ripper" and is also an icon of the serial killer world.

Between 1968 and 1969, he committed several murders in northern California, and although the number of murders was not comparable to that of some of the "bigwigs", he made a name for himself by sending letters and greeting cards with codes and verses to the police department, and openly humiliating the police.

Before they appeared in this hellish place, the weirdo had mentioned the "Slayer's Theater" and said that he would appear as the Zodiac Killer, that is-

"This can't be some kind of escape trial, right?" Zhang Luo said in a deep voice.

"What do you mean?" Jason, who woke up a little later than him, didn't react for a while.

"We probably were in northern California around 1968, when and where the zodiac killers appeared." Zhang Luo looked at the outdated vehicle in front of him, as well as the clothes he was wearing now that would be laughed at, and continued to say his speculation: "And we have become ordinary people now, as if we are still a couple, which is very consistent with the characteristics of several victims murdered by the killer back then......"

If he's not mistaken, the Zodiac Killer has shot at least three couples who drove to a wild tryst, and the current state of himself and Jason fits that condition. So......

"Let's run......"

Hearing the sound of a car engine on the road behind him, Zhang Luo grabbed Jason's hand, turned around and ran without saying a word, rushing into the grove next to Cadillac, observing the state outside.

If he was sure that he was in a dream, he could naturally go out boldly to die, but his current situation is unknown, and it is not even clear whether he will really die after being killed, and Zhang Luo will not risk trying to die.

Under the gaze of him and Jason, an unrecognizable car drove over and stopped next to the Cadillac, and then a tall guy wearing a black executioner's mask got out of the car and stood next to the Cadillac, holding a metal object that appeared to be a pistol in his hand.

“……”

Seeing that there was no one in the car, the other party raised his head as if he was a little disappointed, and set his eyes on the woods where Zhang Luo and the others were hiding.

Realizing that the other party's gaze was cast, Zhang Luo held his breath and did not make a sound, but there was a certain smile on his face......

He never imagined that he would be able to meet such a legendary serial killer, even if this place is probably not the real world, it is worth the ticket price!

Finding no target to kill, the man sat back in his car, skillfully started the fire, and drove away from the fork in the lake.

"Hoo ......"

Confirming that the terrifying killer was gone, Jason let out a sigh of relief, even a "fanatic" like her would be terrified when she lost her power.

But at this time, Zhang Luo was almost about to cheer!

He opened the door of the Cadillac and sat in the driver's seat, and smiled at Jason, "Get in the car, beauty, let's go and have a look." ”

"He finally left, is he looking for death if he follows?" The red-haired woman said angrily.

Zhang Luo didn't answer her question, but just sighed: "This place is really good, it made me think of how to write the script." ”

He didn't have a clue about the script of the movie to be filmed this time, but after the events just now, he suddenly came to inspiration.

And his current plan is to drive along and see what the famous "Zodiac Killer" will do next. (To be continued.) )