In the grass, the headlights went out.

Soon the door was opened, and Ethan closed his hood and closed the door with his hand.

Not far in front is the destination of this trip, a spacious two-story factory building, which looks dilapidated and looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

However, there are a few cars parked around.

These vehicles are supposed to be people from the Brotherhood, a movie studio, parked nearby.

Tighten your clothes.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked briskly to the factory.

This kind of remote ghost place is not to mention Banshee Town, even Chicago rarely has cameras, which is convenient for those people to do some illegal things, and it is also convenient for them to fight violence with violence.

The sound of sparse footsteps caused some movement.

A car parked on the side of the road was pushed away, and a white man in a down jacket stopped the way, raising his chin:

"Hey."

The tattoo on his forehead trembled, and an impatient voice sounded:

"What are you doing here?"

The man who approached briskly with his head lowered raised his head, and under the black mask was a pair of cold eyes.

"Fake."

The down jacket was full of excitement, and he quickly touched it behind his waist.

"Bang~"

As soon as he touched the hilt of the gun, his leather gloved fist roared, throwing him backwards, first his heavy body fell, and a wisp of blood and a few teeth splashed into the snow.

Just one hit

Ethan let him sleep like a baby.

It's just a sentry.

It wasn't one of the three who came to attack him, Ethan withdrew his gaze.

Without slowing down in the slightest, as if nothing had happened, he walked past the man who had fallen to the ground and walked on.

Sneakers that are one size larger, don't fit well

However, in order to avoid possible trouble, he can only hide personal information in this way.

Although the Banshee Suppression did not have a forensic expert of this level at all, he was still used to using various means to disguise himself when he was doing black work, and with the flash of his figure, he sneaked into this factory.

The hallway, the black rumble.

Coupled with the whining of the wind from the broken windows, the faint of heart really dare not set foot in such a ghost place.

On the walls, there is graffiti everywhere.

Broken furniture, thrown everywhere.

No one would have thought that there would be a film workshop in such a place, and I have to say that the Aryan Brotherhood gang is really creative.

Looking at the dozen or so points of light on the radar, Ethan shook his head and walked up the steps.

The glove pinched the muffler and slowly screwed it to the muzzle.

When I came to the second floor, I finally saw a light, which came out from the left side, and was still swaying slightly.

In the passage, pull up a large plastic curtain.

The Aryan Brotherhood used plastic curtains to divide part of the area on the second floor, along with other arrangements, to artificially create a small photographic base in this abandoned factory.

It's not okay if it's not separated.

The environment outside is like an ice cave, and the actor may not be able to raise his head if he takes a bottle of blue pills.

"Who?"

Behind the curtain, a figure stood up.

"It's me."

Ethan walked forward generously, his arms raised.

"Who'???"

This sullen sound made the people behind the plastic curtain more confused, and they had to reach out to open the curtain.

"Poof~"

After the muffled sound, a small hole appeared in the plastic curtain in an instant.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded.

A few wisps of blood stained the plastic curtain red, and then slowly slid down.

I don't know if it's because of the silencer, plus this thick curtain, many light spots inside haven't moved much.

Lift the curtain and walk in carefully.

The man in charge of guarding was lying on his back on the ground, his face was so hollow that he could no longer see what he was.

The blood spread rapidly on the ground.

Blond.

It's not the person you're looking for.

After walking through the heater next to it, and entering the area that separates it, the temperature has quietly risen a lot, and the heater racks are everywhere, and the environment is probably still Syrian style.

Inside, there are simple rooms.

Heart-pounding murmurs emanated from these rooms.

There is a hurry.

Like a storm, crackling.

There is repression.

Like a kitten whimpering.

"Ah~~~"

"Don't!"

Suddenly, an unpleasant sound sounded, causing goosebumps to rise all over Ethan's body.

"You just have to act out that struggle." The man's voice sounded again, and he said with a hint of displeasure: "Forget it, I can't understand you like this." ”

"Just resist anyway, it's always going to be."

"It doesn't matter, the actor is rough, anyway, the most real reaction can attract people."

"Hey, hey."

Another man's voice sounded, and he said unusually excitedly: "Director, don't worry, I promise to satisfy you!! ”

This accent made Ethan's ears twitch slightly.

It was the same man who had been shouting for escape outside the campaign office the other night.

"Click."

The sound of the camera taking pictures sounded.

The light of the flash peeked through the gap in the curtain on the door.

"Yes, that's the real art."

"Hollywood is all shit!"

The director was still thinking about it, and his voice seemed quite satisfied: "This girl is great today, people like high school students now, next time you can look for it in this area, you can easily get it for a few hundred yuan." ”

"Buy a van another day."

"We're also going to have a special on the road, talking to girls on the side of the road, no matter what industry you do, you have to keep pace with the times!"

Ethan smiled, and the gun in his hand instantly turned into a dagger.

Lift the curtain and walk in slowly.

There was a mattress in the empty room, and the heaters and two spotlights around it were aimed at the person lying on the bed, illuminating the already white skin.

Light and shadow intertwined.

The girl's pretty face was half dark and half light.

Her hands were tied with hemp rope.

There was also a large towel stuffed in his mouth, and the thin floral pink skirt on his body was torn to a few strips of cloth.

She didn't care, and looked around with a bored look.

In addition to the director and the bald man, there were two other people watching in the room, and the two were standing at the door, their eyes were straight as if they could breathe fire, and they looked like they wanted to pounce.

The position of the crotch of the pants is already an unbearable scene.

She's used to this.

The blue eyes suddenly froze, and a man with a mask crept in and stood quietly behind one of them.

The dagger glowed cold, slowly reaching for the man's neck.

"Woo woo~~~"

The girl's eyes rolled wildly, goosebumps quickly appeared on her body, and her mouth whimpered excitedly.

The bound hands and feet also struggled constantly.

"Yes, yes."

The director excitedly pinched the cigarette in his hand: "I just want this feeling of fear." ”

In the girl's frightened look, he threw away the cigarette butt and picked up the handheld camera, and shouted excitedly: "Don't be in a daze, actor, hurry up!" ”

"Cell Horror: A Day of Despair."

“Action！”

Sorry, it's four more today!

(End of chapter)