Chapter 177: It Will Be a Massacre

Caroline paid the uncle who sold ice cream and turned her head to glare at her brother. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Can you stop for a while? Don't you think there's enough trouble right now!?" she said.

Roger glanced at Alice and said in a voice like a mosquito, "That's when I want to divert her attention......

"Phew, don't think I don't know you're messing around with an introduction!" Caroline said politely, but she wisely suppressed her anger and didn't pursue it further: "So what should we do now?"

"Although the cameras near the slums have long been destroyed, our physical characteristics are so obvious that they are too easy to remember... So it's better to act at night......" Roger's voice let go, he said it to Alice on purpose.

"I can't wait until the evening!" Alice slammed the ice cream on the floor and yelled frantically, "I've been waiting for thirteen years!

The few pedestrians on the street turned their heads and looked curiously at the hysterical girl.

"Then what do you want to do? Now rush in and stab him twice?" the boy threw Alice on the shoulder, and explained her softly, "If I just want him to die, I have a hundred ways to make him die by accident - premeditated accident......"

"But is this what you want? Watching him accidentally fall to his death and be electrocuted? Does this give you peace of mind, or is it a tribute to his family in Heaven?"

No, it was just a death message in a small corner of the newspaper a few days later: the famous philanthropist Angus Pembi had died in an accident. ā€

Or as you have to do now, just to make the newspaper take up a little more space: a woman in Oxford who had a mental illness and killed her attending physician, the famous psychiatrist Angus Pemby, was stabbed thirty-six times and died on the spot. People will only talk about whether behind all this is the distortion of human nature or the degradation of morality. ā€

"And what do you get? peace of mind or solace? No, it's emptiness...... And being put in an insane asylum and tortured until you die! It's another hell!"

Alice bit her lower lip and asked hoarsely like a beast, "Then what do you have to do......

"It's easy to lure him out, but the main thing is to find a place where you can concoct him at will...... Abandoned factories are the best, followed by basements. Roger didn't even think about blurting out, and then he realized a perfect spot himself: "Let's go to the 'Tender Lambs'!"

This is still the name that Alice knows in her memory.

Don't think it's a hot pot restaurant, it's the largest bar and meat shop in the slums.

Almost all of Dr. Pemby's 'goods' were supplied there.

"Where?" Caroline cried out in surprise, she guessed her brother's intentions, and felt a little dry in her throat: "Are you going to ......?"

"Yes, to add a block to the capitalist construction of England, this is the basic idea of the countrymen. Roger grinned happily and didn't let the old lady finish her words: "So... Don't thank me, I'm Lei Bang. ā€

Caroline: "Thunder, you're a wool! What the hell is it to add blockage! Did you use a passport from the United States last year?"

Roger bowed his head and pondered: "Then what do you want me to say? In order to prevent the world from being destroyed, in order to maintain the peace of the world, to carry out love and true evil?"

"No, don't divert the subject......" The old lady bared her teeth uneasily, "I know they all deserve to die, but don't you think it's too much? It will be a massacre...... It's such a big trouble for the family!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to keep one?" said the boy very casually.

It's like eating a hamburger at noon, and the deep-sea cod burger is sold out, so change it to the New Orleans grilled chicken thigh burger.

"When are we leaving?" asked Alice, who had been listening to the sidelines, with a bloody smell.

The boy looked at the sun hanging in the middle: "The bar starts at eight o'clock, so let's wait until it gets dark and rush over, now find a place to rest for a while......"

I believe everyone has already seen that Roger is not actually a murderous person, even if he stabs him twice, he will not 'not kill anyone, who swears not to be a person'.

Roger is still very optimistic, cheerful, lively and generous (big mistake).

As soon as it was dark, the three of them walked out of the game hall.

Obviously, it's a good idea to spend an afternoon in the game.

"Kuaishou Axiu's game is not bad~" Roger looked a little unsatisfied, he really couldn't imagine that this kind of pixel game could bring him so much fun.

He wondered if he hadn't touched these things for too long, causing his taste in games to deteriorate.

"At this time, is the Nintendo red and white machine already on sale? I want to go and see it when I have time, and I can't lose my hobbies......" The boy sighed rather old-fashioned.

Except for him, the other two girls didn't have the heart to play games, and a big event was still waiting for them at night.

However, in addition to playing games this afternoon, Roger did not do anything unprepared.

The bags that Alice was carrying were all purchased by the three of them separately from different locations in cash.

Three dark caps, black masks, gloves, one-size-fits-all shoes, and N pairs of insoles.

Change your clothes, stuff them with padding to change your body shape, and put the insoles inside your shoes to prevent real footprints.

The size and depth of the shoe prints and the degree of wear and tear can be used as the basis for judging the height and size of the suspect.

If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, and you must at least wrap yourself tightly before doing bad things.

After a long detour, Roger happily pulled out a dirty pickaxe from the doorway of a family building.

The pickaxe was found outside the small shop where the shoes were bought, and it seemed that the shoe store next door was digging something in the backyard, and Roger saw it and stole it.

"Carol (Caroline's nickname), it's time to show off your skills~" The boy's glove-wrapped fingers stroked the pickaxe.

"Huh?" Caroline turned her head in confusion, but saw her brother talking to the pickaxe, and suddenly a shudder knocked on it: "How many times have I said it! Don't give my name to anything weird!"

"Why," Roger retorted with a laugh, "I only gave the pickaxe its name." ā€

The Lamb Bar is out of step with the surrounding buildings, with a unique three-storey style, a three-meter-wide road with buildings on all sides, and a parking lot at the main entrance, which makes the surrounding houses look unusually dirty and dilapidated.