The crowd by the pool is boiling back with groups chatting, enjoying beer, cake, seafood, and dancing to the roaring music, as if a previous farce had never happened.

As for Rust, who was taken away, and a few small transparents who quietly left afterward.

Nobody cares.

Bob Law nodded.

Who would be stupid enough to offend the heir of a billionaire family for the sake of some waste?

That's how Las Vegas works.

Bob pushed open the glass door and walked into the villa, which was strangely quiet at this time.

Follow the stairs all the way to the bathroom on the third floor and stand in front of the mirror.

Squeezed out the disinfectant, picked up cold water, and scrubbed his cheeks vigorously, as if he wanted to rub off all the skin on his face, and the gloomy face in the mirror even began to redden.

But it still can't wash away the shame and anger in his heart.

His eyes shrunk into slits, and he turned to take a deep look at the plastic bucket by the bath, the fire flickering in his eyes.

After the party.

He thought about those days again, and he took a terrible step.

That sinful pleasure.

Let him have a long aftertaste.

He wanted to keep going.

"It's time to pick the next target."

He hung his head and muttered.

……

"Pick what?!"

The air suddenly stops!

A voice came from behind Bob as he was close at hand, and the cold breath sent goosebumps on his neck.

"You-"

The exclamation was swallowed back into his throat.

A powerful arm grabbed the back of Bob's head and slammed him into the mirror in front of him!

Bang!

The glass mirror shattered, cracking a cobweb-like pattern.

Sharp shards of glass slashed Bob's forehead. Blood oozed out, staining his hair, cheeks, and the afterimage in the mirror.

"Don't resist, don't scream. With a shake of my hand, you will see Satan! ”

A hand wrapped tightly around his waist, surprisingly powerful.

In the other hand, he held a glittering kitchen knife against the major artery in Bob's neck, and it was pressed so hard that the tip of the knife pierced into the skin, easily cutting a terrible opening that could be fatal.

Bob's head was dizzy, he felt the chill on his neck, and he didn't dare to move.

"Don't get excited, man." In the mirror, next to Bob's head is a reflection of an abominable Asian face behind a mask removed.

Dean, the first dog mongrel to make him lose face in front of everyone.

That deviant idiot!

Bob's pupils contracted, and for a moment, his eyes were bloodshot and angry, and he couldn't help but threaten and scold the other party for a bloody head.

But reason made him swallow everything back into his stomach and shut his mouth in humiliation.

This guy dares to sneak into the villa alone with a knife, he is definitely a madman, and he must not be provoked.

"If you have any requests, just mention them, and I will try to accommodate you."

Bob's bloody and embarrassed face squeezed out a flattering smile,

"Living me is much more valuable than dying!"

"Bob Lowe—" Dean's eyes didn't waver in the slightest, his tone was as cold as if he was talking to a corpse, and then, he asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time,

"Where did you get Mona?"

"Mona?"

The man's pupils flickered, and he was puzzled,

"Why do you ask? Are you misunderstanding me? ”

Poof!

The blade cut a shallow bloody hole.

Blood dripped down and drew a bloody path against Bob's chest.

"Ahh

Bob wailed.

"On the night of April 19th, the Ferrari Bol·620502, which had been blue not long ago, appeared outside Balcadisco in the South Side, and secretly followed Mona."

Call... Suck...

"You shamefully sneaked up and kidnapped her! Load the poster she carries with you into your private screening room! You're still taking me for a fool and making up stories for me?! ”

Dean pressed his hand, the tip of the knife slowly moving against Bob's skin, as if deciding where to go with the knife.

"Mona, I remember, I saw her that night. She works in my TV theater, so I just said hi to her, but that's it, I don't know where she is! Bob hurriedly pleaded.

Dean stared straight at his side face,

"You don't know Mona's whereabouts? Then what reason do I have to spare your life, I will kill you with a knife now! ”

"Don't mess with Dean, don't be impulsive and embark on a road of no return. I really don't know. ”

"Didn't you say it many times in the past, I don't have parents, I don't have any concerns, kill you, I can't be a fugitive! Even if Mona's disappearance has nothing to do with you, with the insults you have inflicted on me in the past. ”

Dean's cold words were like the roar of the hungry ghosts of hell,

"I'll kill you now to take revenge, you deserve to die!"

How can there be such unreasonable people in the world?

Bob's embarrassed facial features were extremely distorted, and a humiliating hiss came out of his throat.

The second time, the dignity of this mongrel was trampled on unscrupulously.

However, he was powerless to resist.

Bob sighed,

"Well, I'll admit, I kidnapped Mona."

"Where is she!"

"She's not in this villa, otherwise how dare I invite so many acquaintances to the party." "I put her in an unattended suburban house, and if no one came to see her for a few days, she'd die of thirst!" ”

"Unless my safety is assured, you don't want to know her whereabouts."

Bang!

Dean grabbed the back of his head by the short hair again and frantically smashed his head into the mirror in front of him.

One, two, three!

Bloodstains were shocking, and a waterfall slid down the shattered mirror into the sink.

Dean grabbed Bob's back from behind and smashed him twice with a wrestling technique.

Smash him to the ground.

Dean grabbed him by the neck and dragged him up, stabbing the kitchen knife into Bob's thigh.

His face was contorted in pain, but his mouth was covered and he couldn't even let out a wail.

In fact, he cries out for help, and the deafening music of the party will drown everything out.

When Dean was done venting his anger.

Bob's head was like a swarm of bees in his eyes and aching.

His neck was hung around the edge of the washbasin, like a death row prisoner tied to a guillotine.

He was completely subdued.

"You've won! Crazy, bandage me first to stop the bleeding! Take me downstairs to the escape passage next to me, no one will notice us, and then I'll drive you to the outskirts to meet Mona. ”

……

In the hallway, deafening music wafted from the window.

Dean held a knife to the back of Bob's neck and limped down the stairs with him.

Bob was tied with a rudimentary bandage around his thigh, barely stopping the bleeding.

"Why Mona? Several of your ex-girlfriends are prettier than her and have a better figure than her. ”

Dean asked through gritted teeth.

"She's different." Bob lowered his head and his face was dark, "She has a different temperament, her smile is sunny and infectious, and she always makes everyone feel good." ”

"Whether you believe it or not, I kidnapped her and just wanted to find the secret of her happiness. For a rich man like me, it's hard to buy me. ”

"I assure her that she is safe now, well fed and clothed, and has not suffered any harm."

"Pray, pray that you speak the truth, or I will show you what it means to live rather than die!"

A cold glint flashed in Dean's eyes, and countless tortures flashed through his mind.

"Save some effort, am I still a threat to you?" Bob said pitifully.

The icy night breeze blew through the narrow hallway, and the two passed in front of the fire box.

Bang!

A firework exploded outside the window.

Bang!

Streams of colorful light rose into the sky, and brilliant fireworks tore through the night sky.

Above the pool, the intense light turns the night into day.

Dean's eyes tingled as he approached the window, and tears came out of his distraction.

Bob, who was clinging to the wall, seized the opportunity to reach for the back of the fire box.

When he withdrew his left hand, there was a swarthy pistol that reflected a metallic sheen.

He grasped the handle of the gun with his left hand, pulled the trigger with his index finger, and aimed at the person close at hand—

Dean regained his gaze and saw the muzzle of the black hole.

Da!

Poof!

The bullet is fired, and the blade goes into the flesh.

Both occur at the same time.

The two figures made a slight contact, and then immediately separated.

Bob was knocked off the ground by a massive force, slamming his side into the wall, and a blood-dripping knife stuck in his right arm.

But he still held the pistol and pulled the trigger a second time!

Bang!

But his wounds were not light, the hand holding the gun trembled, he lost his head, and the bullet hit the air.

Dean rolled on the ground in embarrassment, leaving a few drops of blood behind, slammed open the door, and flashed into the nearest private screening room.

He pushed the single couch and slid to the TV.

Hide behind the couch.

Wheezing in fear.

The bullet's left arm was stinging with fire.

Stretch out your hand and touch it, and it will be bright red.

"Bastard, you actually hid a gun in the hallway!"

It's a gun.

In his previous life, this was the first time Dean had been injured by a firearm, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

He has been driven to a dead end.

Now what?

Use the sofa as a shield and rush out to fight, but can this thing stop it?

……

In the blink of an eye, the tide turned.

Bob's venting growl rang out outside the room

"Haha, how did you suddenly become a shrunken turtle? Wasn't it crazy just now? ”

"Despicable chink, I'm going to break you to pieces! Torment you tenfold hundredfold! ”

Bob's disfigured face by glass shards is viciously and morbidly distorted.

He was covered in bruises, his wheezing was extremely distinct, and he had to use all his strength with every breath.

But he didn't call for help, he wanted to seize the opportunity to legally and legally kill the thug who invaded the private villa.

Finish off Dean once and for all.

Otherwise, as long as this madman is alive for a day.

He couldn't sleep and eat!

Bob's left hand stretched in a straight line, and in a standard gun-holding position, came to the side of the door, and aimed at the darkness not far away.

Private screening rooms do not have windows to the outside world.

Dean had no escape.

But it was pitch black inside, big and wide, and Bob, who had trouble with his legs, didn't plan to rush in and take risks.

"So you're lying? Where the hell did you get Mona? ”

A cold, trembling voice came from inside the room, and the extreme tension seemed to be waiting for the judgment of fate.

A thrill of revenge immediately felt in Bob's heart.

"Idiot, do you want to know where Mona went? Now I will mercifully tell you the answer! ”

Bob yelled playfully at the door, like a hunter enjoying the hunting process,

He wants to provoke this madman and make him jump out of the way.

"Guess what, what was the purpose of that blue plastic bucket in the bathroom before? Tip 1, Chemistry lesson. ”

A video recorder is thrown out of the darkness, but only hits the air.

Bob's ears caught the pent-up beastly roar in the room, and he smiled heartily,

"Idiot, haven't guessed such an obvious hint yet? Tip 2... The videotape of locker number 001 on the right. Did you see it when you sneaked around to check it? Do you remember the name of the tape? ”

The dark room fell into complete silence.

"Congratulations, you guessed it!" Bob grinned maniacally, blood frothy and frantic, "The answer is The Incredible Melter!" ”

Plastic buckets?

Melt people?

The air seemed to be drained in an instant.

Suffocating intensely, Dean sat down in the dark.

"But I'm only now discovering that the knowledge in books is not necessarily correct, and it takes practice to get a definite answer. It took me a whole week to make that woman's clothes, hat, skin, flesh, bones, and her disgusting, cheap smile barely turn into slag! ”

"The whole process was a lot of fun."

"And guess what?"

"I flushed that dirty pile down the drain!"

"Haha, I've made Mona completely perfect - the girl who lives in the sewers finally becomes one with the sewers, forever with cockroaches and rats!"

"Haha, I'm not a good person, Dean. How about I melt you down the drain and reunite you with your girlfriend after I killed you? ”

"Should you come out and thank me and kowtow to me according to your rules?"

Bob's perverted laughter flickered near and far.

Dean's eyes were black for a while, a bitter fishy sweetness gushed out of his mouth, his heart was torn, and the sharp pain like the displacement of his five internal organs made him almost faint.

Why be so cruel?

Why?!

Despair was about to sweep him away like a flood that burst his banks.

All the hard work has been in vain.

In a trance, the system shook.

The progress bar jumped from 85 percent to full.

A bright red text emerges -

You learn the true whereabouts of Mona, who was melted into slag by Bob Lowe using chemical raw materials, and there is no trace of her in the world, and you will never be able to find her again.

The progress of the investigation is 100%.

Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.

"Why, you poor ghosts, lowly people, homeless children without parents, freaks in the sewers, are so happy every day. Laugh in front of me, laugh... Laughs disgustingly! ”

"And we, the real masters of Las Vegas, are not really understood, have nowhere to show our talents, and are often depressed, uncomfortable, and miserable?"

Bob's roar echoed through the booming music.

"Tell me why?"

"Say, rubbish! Come out, coward! At this point, you are still hiding, not daring to avenge your lovely girlfriend?! ”

Da –

Bob casually fired a shot into the darkness, but it only hit the air, and he pulled out a spare magazine from under the fire box and replaced it.

Dean stared silently at the rewards in the system.

Withdraw rewards.

You have gained 60 XP - Personal Level Lv0 (90/100)

You have gained the gratitude of your predecessor, Dean Lou,

Superpower - Shadow of the Past lv0:

Now, do you empathize?

Ridicule, humiliation!

Torture, pain!

Loss, Anger!

A cowardly, mutated soul.

Dormant in the past body, wailing day and night because of the loss of love.

It hovers between nothingness and reality, searching for mysteries in confusion and darkness, constantly tormenting the spirit and body of you, the successor.

Finally, you help it dispel the fog and gloom and reveal the brutal truth.

Under the witness of the system.

From now on, it will be conditioned and driven by you!

Now, unleash it, let the shadow of yesterday reappear, let it drain your spirit, and slash your enemies!

……

That guy in the past, always with me?!

Come out then, Dean!

Come out!

Shadows of the past!

Dean glared angrily, and spat out all the breath in his chest at the dark void and the enemy in front of him!

In response.

A figure as deep as night and as dark as ink flew out of his body angrily!

……

Bob Lowe, who was guarding the door, suddenly felt an eerie wind coming from the darkness.

It's as if there are a pair of eyes full of hatred, watching him in hell, making his hair stand on end, and his skin is open!

Alert strong!

Bob pulls the trigger continuously.

Bang bang bang!

The disemboweling bullet shot into the empty darkness ahead, and then, in the narrow corridor, there was a scene that was extremely unreasonable—

There were two crisp sounds, and the two warheads that hit the air strangely ran out of fire and fell to the ground.

“Fxxk！ Who's there?! ”

"What the hell?!"

"Who?!"

Bob's face changed dramatically, and he turned and ran away.

Bang!

An invisible force slashed into his throat, and Bob was tossed backwards with a suffocating pain.

Bang!

Bob's back hit the wall, the wall cracked, the dust spilled and he slid off his bones.

Pain afflicts every cell.

But the ordeal is far from over.

Click, click, cracks—

Bob's wrists and ankles suddenly bend in a strange reversal, and the skin is torn to reveal hairy, white and bright red bone stubble!

In the blink of an eye, he was crippled.

Ahhh

“God！”

"The Invisible Devil!"

"Devil!"

"Disperse it, God!"

Bob's cries of pain and cries for help are muffled by the passionate disco outside the window.

The invisible force is still unstoppable.

He drew the sharp knife from his right arm.

The uncontrolled, cold-glittering blade swirled in the middle of the hallway.

Fall!

Puff puff puff......

Aiming at Bob, he continued to stab up and down his body, and the sharp blade rose and fell like a bat with flapping wings.

The chandeliers in the hallways swayed in the wind, the paralyzed black shadows on the walls trembled like epilepsy, the screams and wails were annihilated by the surging music of the party, and the surging blood outlined a splash of ink.

……

Click-Click

Dean walked out of the darkness with a poster under his left armpit.

The light fell on his pale and tired face, half like a flame, half frozen with frost.

He picked up Colt on the ground.

The strange force received the order to let go of the barely humanoid man in the pool of bright red blood and stop the sadism.

Turning into a storm of wind.

"Bob Lowe!"

Dianbu's bloodshot eyes stared at the fragile, embarrassed, and painful demons and perverts in front of him, and he crouched down and swung the handle of his gun and smashed it.

The bridge of the nose is broken, the eyeball is bursting, and Bob Lo wails like a live animal.

Until the face was almost smashed into a ball of meat sauce, Dean raised the bloody muzzle of his gun and aimed it at his head, unable to drag it any longer.

"Help... Spare me..."

Bob's bruised eyes squeezed out a trace of pleading, but he only listened to the cold verdict,

"You, the sin is unforgivable!"

"Go to hell!"

Bang!

Gunshots roared, and Bob's head exploded with watermelon-like red water.

A hint flashed in Dean's eyes.

You used Colt M1911A1 kill Bob Lowe.

Gain proficiency of 10

You have enabled the skill - Shooting Lv0 (10/100)...

……

Dean took a deep breath and withdrew his wrist, which had been deflected by the recoil.

Turning his head, next to Bob's dead corpse, a pure black figure crouched quietly.

Arc dotted lines jumped on his body, and he was as ethereal as clouds and mist on the horizon.

Dean looked into his face.

The eyes are facing each other.

The cold moonlight shined through the window of the corridor, illuminating two faces with identical facial features, like twin brothers.

But one face is fresh and smart, the other face is black and misty, the expression is dull, and the eyes are empty, like a puppet that has lost its soul.

But Dean felt a flash of relief and gratitude in his dark and empty eyes—

A hoarse voice sounded over Dian's head:

I, the shadow of yesterday.

From now on.

will be your right and left hand.

Follow your instructions.

"It's all over."

Dean wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and in response to his orders, a gust of wind rolled up several bullet casings and bullets in conspicuous places on the ground, and the fingerprints on the bloodstained kitchen knife were also wiped off by it and stuffed into Bob's own hands.

"Shadow of the Past" used Bob's blood to write two misleading and inexplicable letters next to his corpse - NR, and the corpse was also specially posed as a strange gesture of bowing down to the letters.

It's like some kind of religious ritual.

As long as the COP's follow-up investigation can be slightly confused, Dean's action will not be in vain.

"Let's go, man... We took Mona with us and went home together. ”

"Shadow of the Past" returns to Dean's body.

A strong feeling of weakness came over him, and Dean grabbed the poster and resolutely rushed into the darkness of the corridor.