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Wang Hongwei held the doorknob, twisted it gently, and pulled the door open, opening a gap.

A very bright light shot out from the gap, Wang Hongwei's eyes had been in the dark, he was used to the dark, and suddenly saw that the light was a little uncomfortable, and it took a few seconds to get used to it after squinting his eyes.

Wang Hongwei approached the gap, looked in from the crack in the door, it seemed that there was a lot of space inside, it should have been a warehouse before, there were many shelves, and there were boxes one by one on the shelves, and there was no one to see for the time being.

Wang Hongwei carefully opened the door, then walked in, quietly closed the door, hid behind the shelf, and walked in with his back against the wall.

"Huh?" Around the corner, Wang Hongwei suddenly heard the sound of talking, which sounded still Japanese, and immediately leaned up, leaned against the wall, poked out an eye, and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw where the perverted Japanese writer and the bewitching translator were, and there was a big bed, which was more like an operating table than a bed, a big operating table, on which Yang Yuanyuan and her little sister were lying.

There were dark red marks everywhere on the operating table, and even there were some red marks on the ground, and Wang Hongwei could vaguely smell some stench, as if it was rancid.

"Young master, what are you going to do with these two people?" The bewitching translator held Xiaomei and Yang Yuanyuan's handbags in his hands, and stood behind the perverted Japanese writer with his head bowed respectfully.

"I wanted to play and eat, but I can't help it now, their smell is so fascinating...", the perverted Japanese writer, squinting his eyes, took a breath, and said in a hoarse voice, it felt like someone who hadn't drunk water in the desert for a long time.

When the bewitching translator heard the words of the perverted Japanese writer, a hint of vinegar flashed in his eyes with his head down.

"I know what you're thinking, don't worry, you'll always be mine, and I'll give you two pieces of the most tender meat when it's time to eat." The perverted Japanese writer said, hugged the bewitching translator, grabbed the magnificence of the bewitching translator's chest, tore the clothes on his chest, licked the fuchsia bulge that had become hard, and bit it hard, and the blood flowed out.

"Ah~ small, no... Don't dare..."The bewitching translator fell into the arms of the perverted Japanese writer, her face was flushed, her eyes were full of spring, and with the bite and blood on her chest, she trembled a few times, her whole body was soft, and a few drops of liquid flowed down her slender thighs, and she was wet, this bewitching translator is a rare shaking M physique.

All this was seen by Wang Hongwei, his eyebrows jumped, and he quietly raised the pistol in his hand.

At this moment, the sound of the door suddenly opening the door sounded, and a very hurried footstep came, Wang Hongwei immediately squatted down and hid behind the shelf, so as not to be discovered by the people who had just come in.

"Young master! Young Lord! You can't be killing..."A bald, very fat man in a suit, ran over in a hurry, probably because of the rush, his face was covered with sweat.

"It's Harada-kun, what did you just say?" The perverted Japanese writer saw that the bald fat man who suddenly ran over, opened his mouth to release his plump breasts, frowned, and asked unkindly.

Moreover, the perverted Japanese writer did not put the bewitching translator in his arms because of the arrival of the bald fat man, but still hugged her like that, letting her plump twin peaks, bulging purple grapes bare in the air, and also stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that flowed out.

"No... No... The little ones don't dare, the little ones don't dare..."The bald fat man, as if realizing that he was in a hurry, the sweat that had just been wiped off his face came out again, but this time it was a cold sweat, and he immediately lowered his head and apologized in a trembling voice, not daring to raise his head at all, looking at the spring color revealed by the bewitching translation.

"Hehe, no need to do this, look at this." The perverted Japanese writer, looking at the frightened look of the bald fat man, enjoyed it very much, let go of the bewitching translator in his arms, and patted her plump ass.

The bewitching translator tidied up his clothes, glanced at the perverted Japanese writer with a smile in his eyes, and then bent down to pick up the two handbags on the ground, unzipped them, revealing the pistol and flares inside, and handed them to the bald fat man.

"It's... This is..."The bald fat man took the pouch and took out the pistol and flare gun inside, and the heavy feeling, and the cold touch, told him that this was not a toy but a real thing.

"Harada-kun, you know now, these two women are not book lovers, but two demon hunters who don't think about themselves." The perverted Japanese writer said with a zombie-like smile on the corner of his mouth as he looked at the surprised bald fat man.

"Harada-kun, you are my right-hand man, my editor, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so popular now, and now that the witchers have hit the doorstep, you said I can't let them kill me, right!?" The perverted Japanese writer walked up to the bald fat man, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Less... Young Lord, just... Even if they are witchers, you can't kill them, the women you ate before have already attracted the attention of the police, and they are missing....and, those witchers in the country are finally missing..."The bald fat man, holding a handbag, was very apprehensive in his heart, but after weighing the gains and losses, he still mustered up his courage and said in a trembling voice.

"What did you just say?" The perverted Japanese writer suddenly interrupted the bald fat man's words, his eyes narrowed, and the red light flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't hear what he just said, and asked the bald fat man.

'Goo! The bald fat man, looking at the appearance of the perverted Japanese writer, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the cold sweat on his face could wash his face, and he was very worried, but when he thought about it for so many years, he had no credit and hard work.

The bald fat man plucked up his courage and continued: "Less... Young master, you can't kill it, if you kill it..."

'Poof! Before the bald fat man finished speaking, he saw the perverted Japanese writer reach out violently, grabbed the bald fat man's hair, pulled it hard, and then opened his mouth to the bald fat man, the invisible neck bite, and bit off a large piece of flesh, blood spurted out like a fountain.

The bald fat uncle covered his neck that was spurting blood, looking at this perverted Japanese writer in disbelief, he didn't expect that he would really kill himself, and opened his mouth to say something, but only blood foam gushed out of his mouth.

'Plopped' the bald fat man, his eyes became dim, and he fell directly to the ground, blood gushing out of the wound, and after a while, the ground was full of viscous blood.

"It tastes good, it's like butter, would you like some!?" The perverted Japanese writer did not spit out the meat in his mouth, but chewed hard, then swallowed, licked his lips, turned his head and asked the bewitching translator.

At this time, the perverted Japanese writer looked very scary, the bald fat man's fountain of blood splashed all over his body, all over his body, twisted and revealing a smile, white teeth, and blood on his face, as terrifying as he wanted.

Wang Hongwei, who was hiding, felt goosebumps when he looked at it, and the bewitching translator had seen too much of this scene, but every time he watched it, he felt his heart trembling, very nervous and afraid.

"No... No, I have no appetite for fat. The bewitching translator swallowed and immediately shook his head.

"No either? When I ate those two women, I gave you a little more, and this large piece of butter was just right for dessert before a meal. The perverted Japanese writer saw that the bewitching translation didn't eat, so he squatted down and ate it himself.

The nails of the perverted Japanese writer, like a sharp knife, grabbed a large piece of meat from the body of the bald fat man, and even grabbed it like that, and then put it in his mouth and ate it bite by bite.

"Huh?" Wang Hongwei watched the perverted Japanese writer eating corpses there, clenched the pistol in his hand, slowly raised it, and suddenly found something, and his pupils shrank.

I saw that the perverted Japanese writer, squatting on the ground and eating the corpse, his body began to grow larger, began to swell, his clothes were torn, and he made a sound of 'zla~', and his pale skin was also changing, turning brown, like half of the old bark.

Because, the perverted Japanese writer has his back to Wang Hongwei, Wang Hongwei can't see him in front, and it is estimated that he will not go well.

"Who's where!?" The perverted Japanese writer, who was bowing his head and eating the pieces of corpse meat, seemed to have discovered something, raised his head suddenly, his nose twitched, his ears moved, and he turned his head violently and looked at where Wang Hongwei was hiding.