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He opened the metal cage, took Charlie out of it, and touched it soothingly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Walk to the window, where there is an old-fashioned vinyl record player, take a record from under the cabinet where the record player is placed, put it in, and press the metal tonearm against the slowly turning vinyl. The stereo sound is a lyrically slow violin concerto with a loud voice.

However, he was not afraid of any complaints from his neighbors tonight.

The moonlight shone through the large glass window, and the silver light flickered, and suddenly something cold pressed against the back of his neck.

A voice said, "Take your gun out and move slowly." ”

It's a man with a distinctive, distinctively Oriental accent.

He glanced sideways, and it was a shiny long knife, a Japanese sword.

The killer held Charlie in his right hand, and his left hand was raised at an extremely slow speed, even slower than the other party had requested. Moving to his chest, he unbuttoned the gown one by one, unbuttoned the placket, revealing the black holster under his armpit. He unfastened the clip of the gun, pulled it out, and hung it with his index finger, the head of the gun downward, held up in the moonlight.

"Throw it on the ground and kick it to the side. ”

Naturally, he did the same.

"See if he has a spare gun...... another voice reminded.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I promise only one gun." ”

Mixed with the music, he still heard the sound of the clothes making a squeeze, and it could be seen that the guests were more than two people behind him.

He tried to ask, "Can I put Charlie down?" I don't want it to hurt. ”

After a period of silence, the other party said, "Don't fight ghost ideas, turn around slowly." It's as slow as it was just now. ”

"I promise I'm not trying to make a ghost!"

His head was slightly on one side, the tip of the knife grazing only a fraction of his skin. As he turned, his gaze was fixed on the man with the long knife.

Seeing clearly through the moonlight, he was surprised that the other party was a tall man. The size and thickness of his body were the same as the masonry of the fortress, and he wore a white robe with a stand-up collar, the placket was wide open, exposing his hard chest muscles like a square, and his waist was wrapped with a white ribbon wrapped in countless circles, and white trousers. Holding a Japanese sword and pointing it directly at himself. The hair seemed to be smeared with a layer of varnish, hard and oily, and stood high on the top of the head.

"Aren't Japanese ninjas dressed in black?" he asked teasingly.

"This is the death suit of the special assault team!"

"Don't talk nonsense with him, get on!" the man in the shadows urged.

He squinted and saw that the person hidden in the shadows was wearing a black kung fu suit.

It's a pity that one of his eyes has long been accustomed to the darkness, and it has been like this for a long time, and the night is his friend.

"Chinese it's hard that you didn't fight each other first, and it was a fun night. He continued, "I'm going to put Charlie down, you guys don't do it yet, didn't we say okay?"

Seeing that there was no objection, he shifted his steps and took a few steps to the side of the table. Carefully placed Charlie on the table.

The rooster moved his paws, took two steps, and sat down comfortably beside a silver tea set, as if waiting for the show to begin.

Looking at the man in white in front of him, he asked seriously, "Did you defeat Mina?"

"Mina, is that the Russian *** who harmed our young master?" the man in white scolded, "hand her over, and let me take her as a sacrificial knife for the young master." ”

He raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "Tut-tut, it's kind of." ”

The Chinese hiding in the dark had obviously lost their patience for their conversation and shook their fingers.

He immediately sensed someone on his side, but his eyes were always straight ahead.

Two men in black, walking from the side, each holding an iron rod in their hands, coldly slammed down on the "No. 1 Killer", one hit the head, and the other slammed into the calf. The next second, one of them screamed. At some point, he received a severe blow above the elbow where he was holding the iron bar. The whole arm immediately twisted into a terrifying shape, and the hand holding the iron rod fell to the ground, and the iron rod rolled out of the hand. In the moonlight, his face completely lost its blood.

The person who was about to take the plate was stunned when he saw that his companion was injured. Before the wailing was over, something hit both of them at the same time, and the wounded man was sliced open from his mouth, and the entire upper part of his head flew out directly, and he was thrown heavily against the wall, and suddenly his brain was splashed, and his body below the mouth was still standing in place, and the wound spurted warm blood at high speed.

The other didn't even have time to make a sound, like a puppet that had been broken and fell to the ground.

There was silence, and no one understood what was going on?

He's used to people's expressions. At the moment when the body is suddenly devastated, the pain and fear that arises are more effective than the wounds to destroy a person. Everything that human beings have acquired in evolution that is beyond the physical body will collapse with it, and your knowledge, cultivation, taste, and so-called truth, goodness, and beauty will disappear, and people will be restored to their most primitive state.

The man in white subconsciously took a step back.

To be timid in front of him is to make a big mistake.

"Be careful!" The Chinese behind the man in white burst out of the black shadow, and he pulled the person back with force. The man in white suddenly felt something fly out of his chest. With a cracking sound, a large hole was cut in the wall.

The man in white instincted that blood was flowing from his chest. He endured the severe pain and shouted, "Withdraw first!"

They were numerous, and it was not conducive to a siege to move in this long and narrow room.

Fleeing is currently the only thing they can do.

The two who had escaped from the banquet room looked back, and they were startled.

Because the killer also stared at them, but his eyes glowed red, like two red light bulbs illuminating his face, and his disdainful eyes and cold smile made people shudder.

With the violin's brisk string jumping, he was like the chief conductor of the orchestra, and his left index finger was beating in the air while slowly chasing after him.

Although Mark informed the information of the "first killer" to the Yamaguchi-gumi and Gunboy's subordinates. But when it came time to really face the "monsters", he still caught them off guard.

The Chinese who pulled the man in white just now was the deputy of the cannon boy, and the two of them ran out of the banquet room and hid on the right side of the stairs on the upper floor, and the man in white muttered in a low voice: "Why hasn't the white boy come yet?" ”

The man in white snorted coldly, he never thought that white people would say anything.

Suddenly, there was a thud, and one of the doors in the hall was smashed, and the Gothic grid glass was scattered. A man who was found was forced to flee, but his leg suddenly collapsed to the ground as if it had been filled with lead.

A piece of flesh was suddenly ripped off of his thigh, and blood gushed out of the hole. Immediately after that, there was another piece.

The sound of the music reached a high-pitched melody, and a cry of pain drowned out the music.

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1218 East 21st Street.

A textbook Victorian building.

It has delicate shapes and rich layers, and the whole building is luxurious and atmospheric, full of aestheticism and British atmosphere.

Mark heard the sound of stirring music from a distance, it was a violin piece.

He frowned. Did I start before I got to them?

Turning around, he asked Old Gary, "What's the matter?"

Gary didn't answer.

Unlike other Victorian houses, the gate of this historic house is not on the front, but hides the end of a stone staircase that zigzags around on the right. Mark cautiously walked up the steps, thinking about whether to kick the door open. I wanted to put my head on the door to listen to the movement, but as soon as I leaned in, the door opened a crack.

He grasped the doorknob and gently pushed open the ornately decorated door.

A strong smell of blood came to my nose.

It was a suffocating smell that poured out of the porch and rushed to the nose as if it had been injected with high pressure. People like Mark and Old Gary, who were accustomed to seeing blood, choked and almost retched. The feeling of suffocation is like a big stone pressed against the chest, and I can't breathe.

The gate was only halfway open before it was blocked. The ceiling of the porch and crystal chandelier are being restored, and a tall scaffold sits inside. It blocked the door, and Mark had to slip through the crack in the door.

The two of them stood on the left and right sides of the porch, and Mark leaned in a little.

It's dark inside. In fact, the lights in the living room are turned off, the curtains are also drawn, and the moonlight outside cannot penetrate through.

Gary was distracted by the fact that he was familiar with the piece being played—the song of the lawmower in Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D major: July. Composed in 1878, it is known as one of the world's four major violin concertos. But it is a masterpiece of the four pieces, as it opens up the violin's most brilliant and gorgeous playing technique, adding a richly toned orchestral tone to make a concerto even more charming. Listening to this song of the lawn mower, it is as if you can see the Russian peasants singing songs loudly in a golden wheat field in the middle of summer in July, sweating in the fields and harvesting with scythes - except that this lawn mower is a pun, and it also represents death.

Does the killer see himself as a scythe-wielding grim reaper who harvests human heads?

Old Gary's heart sank, and he said secretly: Could it be that 1878 was a special and memorable day for him? Judging from his love for Victorian architecture, he may well have been a man of that time. It reminded Gary of the first few bloody cases the guy had committed in the East, when he was a man of pleasure and passion, not a true professional killer now. But in his bones, he still takes pleasure in killing.

Or rather, he has his own aesthetics of violence.

Either way, it's enough to make people shiver.

Mark's eyes gradually adjusted to the dimness of the room, and he was the first to enter the huge living room. Although it was empty and there was not a single piece of furniture, it was as if it had been hit by a tornado, and the floor was in shambles, with stained glass doors shattered and splinters of formwork in the room. His feet were on the floor, and he felt a sticky, slippery liquid, and he knew what it was.

Gary lit a lighter behind him, and by the light of the fire, they saw a terrible scene.

In the middle of the house was a man lying in a pool of bright red blood. The eastern face, as soon as you guess, you know that it is the subordinate of the cannon boy. Lying there on his back, his face completely distorted by astonishment, fear, and perhaps despair. His ribcage had been cut open, his ribs were like shells, open to the sides, and there was a lot of sticky yellow fat on top of it, an astonishing amount, apparently cut from the fat area—the abdomen, the inner thighs, and then put it back on. A very regular round hole was cut out of the abdomen, and the intestines were pulled out, coiled neatly in a circle, and placed next to the left cheek of the corpse; the groin was cut out, and it was a horseshoe-shaped blood hole, and the genitals and *** were gone. The thighs are in a figure-eight shape, the knees are slightly bent, there are forty centimeter-long incisions on the two legs, the fat is cut off, and the flesh and blood are separated to see the white bones.

It can be seen that the man died in excruciating pain. His fingernails had been clasped deep into the floor, scratching out blood marks and using so much force that even his fingers were broken.

This is the most brutal of all flesh and blood. Although both of them have seen the photos of the murder scene done by the killer before, it feels even more terrifying to see it with their own eyes today, and it makes people feel a kind of displeasure from the bottom of their hearts.

Both were silent.

At this time, there was a sudden movement upstairs.

The two looked at each other, and Mark tried to make his way up the main staircase in the hall. Gary shook his head.

He held up the lighter, surveyed the room, and then pointed in the direction of the back kitchen.

They walked through the corridor, through the back kitchen, and at the corner was the servant's staircase. This kind of ancient house often has such a structure, in addition to the servant's staircase and the lifting box for food delivery, in order to facilitate the servant to serve the master. There are exits on each floor of the staircase that lead to the attic on the top floor.

Gary led the way, the staircase was narrow, and if two adult men were to cross each other, they would definitely need to turn sideways. He walked up the stairs, and the flickering flames provided them with light. Just kept climbing the stairs, his once injured leg began to ache faintly, the joints began to bite like a rusty chain, fortunately there was a railing on the right side, he held the handrail as a support, but in his heart he was scolding himself, it was really useless.

"Why did they do it first?" asked Mark behind him.

Gary sighed and said, "Because the agreed time is a quarter past twelve in the morning." ”

Mark had just entered the door and vaguely sensed that something was wrong. Not showing up at the appointed time is a big taboo on the road, and Gary knows it best. Why postpone the appointment by five minutes?

Seeing that Mark didn't question or blame, Gary said, "I only know that it will be bad for you to arrive on time, and the word is 'death'." I promised Timmy that keeping you safe was the number one priority, and the rest was!" )