The slow torture lasted for five minutes, and the passenger's screams never stopped, but his body never moved.

The female passenger sitting next to him did the same, just staring at the side, a lot of sweat left on her body from fear, and a weak and miserable cry for help came from her throat.

"Next stop, rip off the intestines......"

"Ripping off the intestines ......"

The strange sound of the station sounded again, and with this voice, the hooded man had already gotten up and came to the woman's side, and directly stretched out his hand to tear open the other party's clothes, revealing the belly of the white flower, and then the screwdriver in his hand poked into the other party's stomach with a "poof", and stirred it all around!

It is estimated that because the screwdriver is not sharp except for the tip, it is impossible to cut like a knife, the hooded man drummed back and forth for a while, and after no progress, he simply gave up the screwdriver, and directly tore the wound to both sides with his hand, until he tore a bloody gap.

At this time, the intestines in the abdomen were finally exposed, and the hooded man didn't say a word, grabbed a lump and threw it on the ground, stepped on it with his feet, and grabbed the other end with both hands and began to drag it deadly!

"Next stop, rip off the intestines!!"

"Rip off the intestines!! Rip off the intestines!! Rip off the intestines!! ”

The voice of the newspaper station began to become excited and sharp, and the woman, like the man just now, couldn't move, her eyes bulged out because of the pain, and the screams and blood mixed together in the carriage, becoming more and more intense!!

The little demon looked happy, and he happily crawled into the woman's round eyes with severe pain and fear, opened its disc-like mouth, and absorbed it.

'Po~Po~'

Two crisp but incomparably penetrating light sounds.

The woman's face also had two more black blood holes.

......

After doing this, the demon swayed its dense limbs in comfort, but it seemed a little unsatisfied.

So, it turned around and looked in Sherlock's direction.

"Next stop, mess your brain...... Mess with your brain......"

The sound of the newspaper station appeared unexpectedly.

The hooded man was slightly stunned when he heard this, probably thinking about how to mess up a person's brain, glanced at the screwdriver in his hand, and decided to use this thing to smash the other party's skull.

In the meantime, the eye-gouging demon had crawled down the woman's trouser leg and had crawled all the way to Sherlock's feet with blood sticking to the ground, and crawling down his leg to his face.

Sherlock still sat motionless in his seat, and the only thing he seemed to be able to do was to be like the two passengers, fear, screaming, waiting for the pain to squeeze his eyeballs so that he could be caught and sucked by the little devil.

Forehead..... But the truth is that Sherlock didn't scream.

There is no fear either.

The kind of unaesthetic behavior such as picking nails and pulling intestines did not cause a little ripple in his heart, he just sighed with great complaint:

"Why are you showing up?"

Due to the influence of a certain ability, he couldn't speak naturally, but he didn't seem to care, so he muttered to himself in the softest voice:

"It's a very good case, and it could have been a pastime for days, but why don't you have any professionalism at all!?

After committing the murder, do you have to linger around for a while, and kill a few more people before you are willing?

Even if it's not enjoyable, it's better to go to a farther place to kill!

Look at it now, the murderer is standing directly in front of the detective, is this like a word!

This fucking broke! ”

The more Sherlock spoke, the more angry he became, like he was counting the children who had done something wrong, causing the hooded man in front of him to be stunned.

At this moment, the demon that looked like a lamprey had crawled to his neckline, and after hearing these words, he seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"Huh? You can understand human speech. Sherlock seemed to have finally discovered something interesting, suppressed his anger, and looked at the eye-gouging demon who was close at hand:

"Well, it's not too unexpected to be able to understand people's words, after all, I've already guessed that you're the kind of demon with intelligence.

Whether it is size, strength, speed, endurance and other hard qualities, it is extremely poor, if you don't have some useful abilities and intelligence, your kind of demons will be extinct long ago.

So, what exactly are your abilities? ”

Sherlock began to talk to himself again:

"Lifting the nails ~ tearing off the intestines ~ tsk, it's really a non-technical operation.

So...... Is it pain?

Or is it the inner fear triggered by the pain?

In short, you can use this emotion to cut off human control over your body. ”

"......" was silent for a while.

The hooded man in front of him and the eye-gouging demon at the collar were all stunned for a second.

Followed by......

"Next stop, mess your brain!!!!

Piercing the tongue!!!!

Rip throat !!!! ”

The little horn overhead, which was almost scrapped, suddenly made a sharp and piercing sound

When the hooded man heard this, he immediately came to his senses

"I'll do it...... Hahaha, I'll do it!!! ”

He repeated the phrase nervously, and stumbled towards Sherlock.

As the man got closer to him, Sherlock finally saw the other person's face......

A young man, who may be less than 20 years old, but looks extremely crazy, as if he has taken some kind of medicine to make him mad; It could be seen from the bags under his eyes that he had not had a good night's sleep in months, one eyeball was missing, and the other eye that remained showed a kind of morbid excitement that was almost before death, and his face was full of tiny bloody holes poked out by his feet, dense, making people look at dense phobia.

And just a few steps on the way this man, Sherlock still said to himself:

"Well, it seems that I am right, your ability does require fear as energy, so I'm curious, what if your prey doesn't have the psychology of fear?"

As soon as the words fell, the hooded man had already arrived in front of him.

Then, without hesitation, he directly raised the screwdriver in his hand and slammed it towards Sherlock's head!