After quietly waiting for the waitresses to bring coarse salt and spirits into the box, Zhang Muzi walked to the low table and sat down, and suddenly said softly: "Old debts, I never knew what old debts I still had on my back, but if I really had, I am a very reasonable person, and I don't mind taking my due responsibility within a reasonable range."

But before that...", he slowly turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who showed a smug look not far away, and a gloomy green aura suddenly rose on his face under the turn of his mind, and it spread out, and his voice became full of indescribable cruelty, and continued: "We must first calculate a new revenge!"

Shocked by Zhang Muzi's sudden hideous momentum, the middle-aged man who was known for his brutality, prudence and caution felt his heart suddenly tangle, shook his hand and threw out a pistol from his cuff, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Everyone be careful..."

But before he could raise his hand and point the muzzle of his gun at the enemy, he suddenly saw the buttons of the clothes on Zhang Muzi's chest cracked, and dozens of strange pythons with the thickness of adult wrists and human facial features on their heads swam in the air, revealing a wooden expression, and instantly tightly wrapped the strong men in the box one by one.

And the sound of this qiē action was inexplicably born with the blue appearance of Zhang Muzi's face, and the gusts of light wind surrounding the walls and sliding doors of the box tore and swallowed up, and did not even reach the outside.

The others were haunted by the giant python with human heads, and they lost their ability to resist at once, only the middle-aged man barely supported his arms with his amazing strength, seeing the green tendons exposed on his neck and roaring loudly, Zhang Muzi stood up with a smile, and said in a surprised tone: "I didn't expect that being a kidnapper is so easy to make now, and I will have the financial resources to go to aliens to do 'evolutionary modulation'."

But what kind of 'modulation' are you doing, strength or physique, or have you really spent a lot of money to improve your physical indicators in an all-round way?"

"Zhang Muzi, your parents, your parents are still in our hands..."Ignoring Zhang Muzi's joking, the middle-aged man roared hoarsely, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the sudden dazzling flash of a mobile phone held in front of his face.

After that, Zhang Muzi's gentle voice sounded softly in his ears, "Are you a fool like you who 'modulated and evolved' your body, but didn't evolve your head?"

If I am obediently at the mercy of you, I am afraid that it is impossible for me to meet my parents again in my life, and now this situation is the only choice for crushing all of you 'pests' and rescuing my parents with my own hands. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man roared, "Then you should be ready to collect the bodies of your parents."

We're all professionally trained, you don't want to ask for anything, and if we don't contact the 'nest' for a few hours, someone will 'dispose of' your parents. ”

"Is it..."Looking at the fierce appearance of the middle-aged man, Zhang Muzi smiled slightly, stretched out a finger and inserted it into his eye socket at an extremely slow speed, ignoring his wailing and cursing, bent his fingers and dug out the bloody flesh and blood of his eyes, and said gently: "Maybe the so-called professional training you have received can't make your mouth so tight."

You know I have a lot, a lot of money, and if something happens to my parents, I'll hire the best detectives in the world to investigate your identities, find out your parents, brothers, and children, and gouge out their eyes;

Tear out their bones;

Tear off their flesh and blood one by one...", as he spoke, Zhang Muzi walked back to the low table, opened two porcelain jars of different colors and mixed the spirits and coarse salt inside, returned to the middle-aged man, grabbed the wet salt with his hand, and stuffed it into his bloody eye holes.

Even the toughest tough guy could not resist this kind of severe pain beyond the limits of the human body, and in an instant, the body of the middle-aged man who had been firmly entangled by the monster python twitched violently, and the voice from his mouth no longer had a human tone, only the wail from the animal's instinctive struggle to survive.

And Zhang Muzi didn't pay any attention to his dying wail, nor did he ask questions, and continued to talk to himself with some nervousness, "Do you know, I have lived in a very happy and wealthy family since I was a child, and I grew up pampered, although my personality is a little introverted, but people familiar with me think I am a kind and simple person."

In fact, this idea is also correct, sometimes I feel cruel when I see a chef killing chickens, but the human mind is really very complex and strange, far from being covered by just a few nouns.

For example, do you know who enacted the world's first 'animal protection law'Adolf Hedler, a demon who can drive millions of his kind into gas chambers and then use their corpses to make soap and iron nails, but thinks that hunting is a very inhumane thing, and it is not ridiculous to legislate to prohibit it?

But in the face of the ever-evolving reality, no one can predict how people's thoughts and behaviors will change, and for example, myself, although when I was in Africa, I found that the social rules I was most adapted to were the law of the jungle of 'the law of the jungle', but before tonight, I never thought that I would gouge out people's eyes because of hatred;

Because of the stubbornness and provocation of others, he will be tortured to death in the most cruel way...", as he spoke, he took it upon himself to smear salt all over the face of the man in his prime.

After that, with his thoughts, he drove several human-headed pythons that were wrapped around the middle-aged man to fly, moved the prey to the low table, held the head of the middle-aged man with both hands, and looked at his one-eyed eyes that finally showed fear and pleading, and a crazy color appeared on his originally peaceful face, and his facial features twisted with all his strength pressed the head in his hand to the baking tray with charcoal fire on the wooden table.

After a soft sound, a faint puff of green smoke rose from the baking tray, and the smell of cooked meat wafted through the box.

"But, this is the real human heart!" Feeling that the head of the person who was held down by himself writhed in vain for a while, he no longer moved, the expression on Zhang Muzi's face gradually calmed down, and he gasped slightly and said hoarsely: "This is my heart, when you feel that you are a devil who can casually flout the law and other people's lives, I want you to see what the real devil is like..."

Saying that, he dropped the head in his hand, looked up and looked around, his eyes swept over the faces that were already as white as a dead man, and under the eyes of him, the big man who couldn't control his teeth chattered and his body trembled, slowly stood up, walked to a person at random with tired steps, and squatted down.

A shallow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he reached out and ran his thumb over the man's eyelids, which was still touching the wet salt, and asked softly, "Now, tell me where you came from?"

Without any verbal threats or promises such as 'tell the truth and I'll let you go,' Zhang Muzi got most of the information he wanted to know from the collapsed minions of the so-called professionally trained kidnappers.

After the questioning, he suddenly collapsed on the tatami mat in the restaurant box, and tears continued to roll down his eyes.

I sobbed silently for a long time before reaching out to wipe the tears from my face, slowly standing up, and walking towards the silk door of the box.

And with the movement of Zhang Muzi's footsteps, the human-headed python in the box suddenly tensed its long body, cut off the limbs of the entangled prey, cracked its huge mouth that extended to the back of its head, and swallowed the sturdy men who were still screaming and struggling into their stomachs.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed in the air and threw it at Zhang Muzi's chest, and the moment he stretched out his hand to the 'sliding door', he suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Muzi turned a blind eye to this qiē, opened the silk door and grabbed his shirt with his buttons and collapsed with his backhand, walked out of the box, smiled at the waitress waiting in front of the door, took out two 10,000 yuan bills, handed them over and whispered: "The money for spirits and coarse salt, thank you for your service today." ”

"Where, we are taken care of by you, Zhang Sang, welcome to your next visit. The waitress took the money with both hands, bowed deeply, and before she could straighten up, the guest had disappeared without a trace.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, when Seoul's nightlife began, Zhang Muzi walked out of the 'Niulan' Japanese restaurant, looked around the surging crowds on the street, and according to the confession he had just heard, he locked his eyes on the two black RVs parked on the side of the road.

Under the rotation of his mind, dozens of thumbs thick, with poisonous stings more than half an inch long, and his body was like a 'chameleon' that constantly changed color with the surrounding environment, and began to fly out of his collar one by one.

At the same time, Zhang Muzi strolled to the black RV that was closer to him and knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, a small section of the window glass of the black RV fell, revealing a blurred human face inside, and asked in a cautious buzzing voice: "What's what...", just after spitting out three words, more than a dozen strange bees rushing in from the crack in the window had stabbed the poisonous sting into his neck, instantly paralyzing his body.

Looking at the two slowly dilated and lost the pupils in the car, Zhang Muzi breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to the second black RV parked behind, and quickly cleared the life of another kidnapper.

After buying a few hours of 'safe time' with a series of killings, he hurriedly called a taxi and rushed back to Meiji University.

After trotting all the way back to the dormitory, he took out a silk red cloth bag from his closet, opened it and looked at more than a dozen finely cut nails inside, and a handful of hairs tied with extremely fine hemp rope, Zhang Muzi breathed a long sigh of relief, wrapped the cloth bag again, and carefully put it into his pocket.

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