"Mr. Delming, is there still something wrong with the lock?"

"I can fix it, please believe me, this is what I do, and 'Handy Andy' is in the line." A middle-aged man with a beard in a labor protection suit walked out of the house of resident No. 4C.

He stood in the doorway and pleaded again to the homeowner mask man in the old green jacket.

"No need!"

"Just figure it out, it's really a lock." The masked man, known as Mr. Delming, closed the door of his house as he spoke.

"Oh well! Whatever. ”

"That's what I'm going to eat anyway." Andy, the locksmith, silently looked at the closed blue dilapidated iron door, once again emphasizing his professionalism.

Looking at the cold iron gate with no response, Andy could only turn around helplessly and walk towards the street.

Until he walked about 500 meters, he stopped.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and not opening the lock on the wall of Deerming's house made him feel frustrated with his professionalism.

Although he didn't understand why there was a lock on the wall.

"No, I can't just leave, or tomorrow the news of Andy's miss may spread throughout the backstreets."

"When the time comes, I will become Andy, the locksmith who missed, and there will definitely be some other skillful Jack and skillful Martin to replace me, and no one will look for me to pick the lock!"

The more Andy thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt panicked.

Even if no one actually cares about a locksmith, he will not allow this to happen in the economic depression.

Andy immediately turned around and walked to Delming's residence 4C again.

Wu Heng, who was hiding in the distance, saw the locksmith who wanted to return, and he instantly appeared behind the locksmith, and used his nightmare to cut through the toolkit that the other party was wearing crossbody.

The tools in the bag crackled and fell to the ground.

"Oh, damn profiteers, net selling inferior products, this pack has only been used for two years and it is broken!" Andy cursed as he bent down to pick it up.

"Are you alright, sir!"

With a gentle voice, a figure bent down and helped him pick up the tools.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that the kit is leaking, thank you for your help."

Andy loaded the tools, used the wire to penetrate the broken place a few times, tied it up, thanked Wu Heng, and rushed to No. 4C again.

Wu Heng glanced at the locksmith silently, turned to leave, and kept a longer distance.

He had already taken the opportunity to attach a button-type pinhole camera to the other party's shoulder,

In this era, not many people know about this kind of thing.

If the locksmith regarded the matter of 'turning around and breaking it' as ominous and planned not to go again, Wu Heng would not stop him, but he still chose to go, this was his own life, and Wu Heng would not stop it.

Separated by a distance of one kilometer, Wu Heng took out the display screen and observed the movement of the locksmith's perspective.

Andy came to Deleming's door again and knocked on the door.

Deleming opened the door violently and asked impatiently, "What else is going on?" ”

"Mr. Deerming, are you still working on that lock, leave it to me, how can I say that I also make a living from it, I am a professional!" Andy emphasized: "The title of handful Andy is recognized in the backstreets. ”

"I said, I don't need to!" Deleming was about to get angry, but suddenly listened to it and said to the air on the right: "Okay, I know, don't worry! ”

"Mr. Delming, are you talking to me?"

Andy asked with some confusion when he heard the other party's words.

But I was guessing in my heart that Deleming would not have been unemployed for half a year, and he had mental problems!

"It's nothing, since you want to try to unlock this lock, then you can try!"

"I'm going to the basement to get busy, don't bother me anymore."

After saying that, Deleming turned to leave, went to the door of the basement, looked back at Andy deeply, and then entered it.

A slight anti-locking sound was heard.

"This time the title of 'skillful hand' can be kept!" At this time, Andy only had one thought in his heart.

He came to Delming's bedroom,

The faded quilt was haphazardly folded on the bed, a puddle of unwashed old clothes was piled up in the corner, and the room was filled with the smell of feet.

But Andy doesn't care,

He came to the wall directly opposite the bed, and at a height of one meter, there was a keyhole shaped like a plug board.

This kind of lock mouth also means that the integrated key cannot be opened at all.

A minimum of three keys are required to proceed together.

Single-mindedness, this is a test of his skills.

In the basement on the other side,

Following the mysterious voice deep within, Delming re-entered the place, and the basement was full of his masterpieces.

On the bloodstained leather chair was a wrapped blanket revealing the bones of a baby.

The baby skeleton still has a pacifier in its mouth.

The plush blanket of tiger skin color has overflowed with oil stains, and the fluff sticks together, becoming oily yellow and shiny, and even bright to black.

on both sides of the wall,

Hung with shaved human bones, a large number of ribs were stacked like building blocks in the shape of wings.

Human skulls are strung together by ropes, like a string of wind chimes.

Directly opposite the doorway, against the wall, there was an old-fashioned television set that was constantly broadcasting information about the murderer.

In the crockpot next to it, there is also a piece of jaw with teeth, which is his nutritional soup.

"Experts speculate that the corpse crusher is moving to the heart of New York"

"Shut up, what a bullshit expert!" When Deleming heard the news, he angrily grabbed a rib and smashed it on the TV screen like a boomerang.

The screen 'boomed', emitting a burst of white light, accompanied by electric sparks, and completely lost its sound.

couldn't help but be angry, it was clear that he had done all those murders, but he was pushed by these experts to an innocent murderer, which was simply a denial of the fruits of his labor.

Those are all masterpieces that he showed to the world.

"And you, are you going to disappoint me too?"

"Why don't you talk to me yet!"

Deleming picked up a wooden picture frame on the dirty wooden table.

There is no photo in the frame, but a woman's face, the whole face is stretched and pinned to the frame, and its original appearance is not visible at all.

"Sister Lydia, reply to me, obviously they all replied to me, why didn't you reply to me."

Delming kissed his cheek lightly, but never got a response.

He burst into tears and then knelt before the great string of skulls like wind chimes, and prayed:

"Please, tell me how I can make the most perfect masterpiece."

"How can I get my sister to take care of me!"

"I've collected so much, tell me how," Deleming was telling, but suddenly turned his head, looked fiercely at the skull string on the other wall, and said angrily, "Be quiet over there!" ”

"It's so annoying that you guys are arguing, I can't even hear it!"

He turned his head and scolded the baby's bones on the wooden chair: "Don't cry, you're still crying when you're dead, you're annoyed!" ”

Then he pleaded again with the frame.

"Please, sister, even if it's just a whisper!"

In a trance, Delming finally heard a faint voice from his face: "Let me get out of this hellish place!" ”

Although the voice was like a man's voice, it didn't look like Sister Lydia at all, but whatever it was, Delming didn't care anymore.

"What should I do, I've done a lot before."

Deleming listened closely.

"Isn't that enough, there's something missing. Okay, I got it, I'll get it. ”

He immediately walked to the side of the paint vat, lifted the lid, and a strong fishy smell came to his nose.

It was littered with fragments of corpses.

Deleming shook the entire paint bucket from side to side, step by step to the position of the rib wings.

Combine the head, arms, ribs, internal organs, thighs. Pieces of human tissue were assembled on the wall in order.

Each piece is fixed with iron nails, regardless of whether it belongs to the same person's body or not.

The result was a torn human figure hanging on the wall.

Bone wings assembled with countless ribs spread out behind the human body, as if extending wings.

"It's almost there. Soon, where do you want this 'piece' to be safe? Half-kneeling, Delming reverently tilted his head, holding a piece of skin in his hand, and asked the pieced together corpse.

Wu Heng, who was observing outside, finally noticed the unusual aura after watching the environment of the other party's bedroom through the locksmith's camera, what it was.

The lock on the wall was a temporary door.

Behind the door, there is the mantra, but not just the mantra.

There was another aura beside it, a cold, painful aura that belonged to the Leviathan Hell.

Wu Heng had a 90% probability that he was a Hell Monk.

He guessed wrong!

The spellman had not escaped from Hell, he had stayed with the Monks of Hell, watching Delming's performance and waiting for the locksmith to demonstrate his craft.

"Hey, buddy, do you want to get high!"

Just as Wu Heng was sitting on the rubble stones on the side of the road, drinking an iced Coke bought at a convenience store, and observing the movement of room 4C,

An open-topped dilapidated eight-hand car, passing by here, then reversed back again.

The only thin white guy in the car, looked left and right, and after seeing that there was no one around, he got out of the car and sneakily came to Wu Heng's side, and asked in a low voice.

"No need."

"I just got the good stuff I got from the hospital, it's good and cheap, it's only $5 a pill, don't you feel bored here."

The young man didn't want to give up, so he took out a small bag, a plastic bag containing five or six pills, and showed it.

"No need, but do you want to make some extra money?"

Wu Heng glanced at the young man, and he saw at a glance that when the other party was driving, he didn't insert the key, and designated that he had stolen the car.

"A book, taken away, put in his house, if you can bring it back." While Wu Heng was speaking, he took out a stack of 50 denominations of US dollars from his pocket, which looked like two or three thousand.

"His house is right in front, bring that book, these are all yours, and you sell thousands of pills." Wu Heng took out five of them, that is, $250, and handed them to the young man.

"What do you mean?" The thin guy subconsciously took it.

"The deposit, even if it doesn't work, the money will be given to you first, even if you take the money and leave now."

Wu Heng shook off the remaining banknotes in his hand, causing the young man's eyes to shake up and down.

"Okay, I'll do it, what kind of book is it, you just tell me the name."

The thin guy happily checked the dollar for authenticity, confirmed that it was true, and compared Wu Heng and his figure, and after confirming that it was a person who couldn't do it, he immediately changed to a false attitude.

"This is a picture of the book, the book is on the table of the study, and there is a repairman in his bedroom doing things, don't disturb the other party."

"Come over as soon as you get the book, and then change it to this stack of dollars, it's as simple as that."

Wu Heng handed the photo to the other party and said at the same time.

"Don't worry, buddy, you're looking for the right person, the technology of three generations of ancestors, I'm a professional!" The young man cocked his thumb and pointed to himself, full of confidence.

Compared to stealing illegal drugs from the hospital and driving the director's car by the way, this is nothing.

Following the direction of Wu Heng's finger, the young man looked at his watch, smiled easily, picked up a bunch of keys and threw them to Wu Heng: "Help me take care of my car, I guarantee that it will be done within fifteen minutes." ”

After saying that, he trotted to No. 4C.

Wu Heng took the key and looked at it, on this set of keys, there are no car keys, they are obviously some household keys, and it is estimated that it is not the guy's own house key, where did he get it.

In fact, this is a young man who feels that he has received a deposit, and in order to reassure Wu Heng, he also wants to mortgage something to Wu Heng.

But he didn't want to give something really valuable, so he took it out casually.

Wu Heng looked at the back of the guy leaving, and continued to monitor the video, the locksmith was still constantly studying the lock on the wall, and he used a strong flashlight to shine in the keyhole.

It is found that there are strange and mysterious symbols in it, and there seems to be some kind of looming hint lurking in it.

"One ring after another. These inexplicable imprints are so mysterious. Andy, the locksmith, muttered as if enchanted.

He had fallen into a contradiction of wanting to refuse, feeling that there might be danger inside, but the strong curiosity that surged him was constantly urging him to quickly open the lock.

This lock must be opened! Have to!

"This lock, this damn lock!"

Andy racked his brains to focus on the keyhole, studying the rings one after another

He wanted to realize the mystery immediately, but the frustration of never being able to realize it only fueled his desires.

"Hey, have you seen my brother?"

A voice interrupted Andy's research, and his red eyes snapped in the direction of the door, a thin young man with a book in his hand, flipping through and asking him.

"Your brother? Is it Mr. Delming? ”

"He went to the basement and locked himself in it, I don't know what he's studying, if there's nothing to do, I'll continue to unlock it, don't bother me."

Andy couldn't wait to reply, and continued to study the mysterious lock.

"Okay, then I'll go first, don't tell my brother, I've been here." The thin guy waved his hand, walked out of the room with the book openly.

Naturally, he was not Delming's younger brother, but he noticed that there was no one else in the room except the repairman, and in line with the principle of being a master of art, he deliberately showed off a wave of presence.

This reminded him of the beautiful past when he pretended to be a moving company with his father and emptied other people's rooms openly, which was really a warm memory, but unfortunately his father was old.

Fourteen minutes later,

The guy had already run back to Wu Heng's position and threw the book to Wu Heng casually, with a relaxed expression.

"Awesome, it's only been fourteen minutes, and this is the reward promised to you."

Wu Heng chuckled lightly, praised it, and handed the stack of banknotes and the useless string of keys to the young man.

"I don't know if you have a talent for drawing."

"You should have flipped through this book, to be honest, this book was snapped up by that guy before me, and I ran away for nothing, so I want to humiliate him."

Wu Heng took out a stack of banknotes again, and there were still three or four thousand dollars.

"If you know how to draw, I'd like to ask you to draw that pattern from this book under the carpet in his living room."

"When he looks for books everywhere and turns over the carpet, you can taunt him with this pattern."

After the guy got the money, he was already satisfied, and when he heard Wu Heng's request again and saw the new reward, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Ha, buddy, what you're saying is so much to my taste."

"Don't worry, my painting talent is definitely at a certain level, I took this job!"

When the white thin guy heard this, he immediately became excited, his heart was influenced by American movies, and he always wanted to be a famous thief.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have deliberately shown a wave of presence just now.

Now Wu Heng gave him a way to show his presence, which simply made him excited, he already regretted why he didn't think of it just now, he was willing to do it even if he didn't take money.

Not to mention the lucrative remuneration.

Being able to do what you love while making money, life is like this, it's not too happy!

As for painting, he once studied it in order to draw a template for dollar bills, and although he failed in the end, he also accumulated some skills.

The little bit of the circle in this book is not a difficult thing.

Wu Heng first took a picture of the dissolution array, and then handed the guy a bag of salt, and also handed the banknotes directly to the other party.

"This time, the reward will be given to you in advance, I believe you."

"Dude, you're a good person, don't worry, I'll take care of this."

The guy left again with a mission.

Wu Heng looked at the monitoring while looking at the books, which seemed to have a lot of content, but in fact, most of them were explanations of this dissolution array, and there were some untrue stories.

Old Otto thought that the original version of the dissolution array symbols was too many and too dense, and it was easy to be printed when it was printed, so he deleted some of them.

As for the Luther runes on the periphery, they haven't changed much.

This is also the reason why Wu Heng could feel it at that time, and it had a slight effect.

However, you still have to try the actual effect of the original, and here in front of you, there are goals that can be tested.

Ever since he suspected that there was a door in room 4c, and there might be a Hell Monk behind it, Wu Heng had never entered that room, nor had he used his ability to influence the locksmith or the guy.

Rather, it is in the form of a transaction.

It is to prevent their own energy, leaving a residue that leads to self-exposure.

He doesn't have a strong desire to be expressive, and he has to show his means no matter what.

(End of chapter)

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