Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 728: Slaughterhouse

After seeing Zhu Li and the doctor, I have a very bad impression of the tenants of the pig cage apartment. In my opinion, they are all a group of patients, a group of lunatics who are outside the normal social system.

Presenting themselves as pigs and eating each other, their psychology is completely abnormal. Living in such an environment, the anchor may also be affected to a certain extent, and his way of thinking is probably different from ordinary people.

"The anchor I met at the Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital was tall and thin, with a cold temperament, but he spoke very rationally. That person gave me the feeling that he was incompatible with the Red Mansion..." Thinking of this, I frown .

Besides the betrayer and the anchor I saw, there are other anchors in the underworld show, such as the dangerous person who uses the butcher as his code name to hunt and kill the anchor of the show.

The character and work style of the butcher are very similar to those of the tenants of the Red Mansion. They are brutal and bloody. They regard killing as a relief and give them noble reasons. Their beliefs are distorted and their hearts are sick. "If before my live broadcast started, it wasn't the anchor in black who answered my call for help, but the butcher..." I shivered, and I didn't dare to continue thinking about it. I don't know if it was because I didn't wear a coat. I suddenly felt very cold, and a cold air filled my lungs, as if to kill me

Freeze in general.

I only know that the anchor I met at the Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital lives in Jinghai City, but I can't be sure if the butcher also lives in Jinghai City!

"Both of them are the anchors of Jinghai City?" Now that I think about it, there is indeed such a possibility. When I called for help, there was a completely unfamiliar voice on the microphone (see Chapter 699 for details).

At that time, I thought that the other party had the same scruples as me, so I used a false voice. It seems that I was being sentimental and substituted my dangerous situation into the role of the other party.

Drowning people always instinctively grab everything on the shore. It is this strong desire to survive that makes my thinking leak.

"It's not good." I have never seen Butcher, but it is an indisputable fact that he hunted down other anchors. "I was impulsive. I came to a completely strange city. I didn't understand anything clearly, so I rushed in with a dull head. If my call for help was really to the butcher, then he must have already prepared a hunt in the red building." Prepare to kill me." With a sigh, my situation got worse

It's too bad: "It's a blessing, not a curse. A disaster can't be avoided. I hope I worry too much."

Looking down at the live broadcast room, the paradox between fantasy master hypnotist and Socrates is still being debated fiercely.

I don't know where Tianxin's sweetheart went. I estimated the time and felt that I couldn't stay here any longer.

"I'm very passive now, and I don't know much about the Red Mansion. If I want to break the situation, I have to turn passive into active, and blindly avoid it. I'm just dying slowly." I slowly pushed open the door of the utility room, and the corridor was pitch black. He could only vaguely see the closed doors.

"It's quiet..." When I first hid in the utility room, the sound of head banging on the door was everywhere in the red building, which made people feel flustered.

Out of the utility room, I pressed my body against the wall, trying to determine my position: "I was so scared by that thing that I ran to the third unit or the fourth unit."

Infuriating, I used my eyesight to penetrate the darkness, and looked at the rental house in the corridor from a distance. The house number on it was covered by something similar to red paint.

"Go over and have a look, it shouldn't be a problem." I approached the rental house cautiously, but before I got there, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the corridor.

"Crunch..."

The iron door of the rental house not far from me made a soft sound, and the rusty door opened outward.

"Unlocked?" I have been in the red building for a long time. Regardless of whether there are occupants in the rooms here, at least the iron doors outside are closed. This is the first time I have seen such a half-open door.

When I got closer, I wanted to wipe off the paint on the door plate to see which unit it was, but as soon as my hand touched the red mark, I was stunned.

"Hard scab? This touch...how is it the same as blood coagulation?" It takes a lot of effort to peel off the paint, but the blood stain is different, and it will fall off in flakes as soon as the nail is dug.

"It was left a long time ago. It seems that the lives buried in this building are far more than just a few." You can find blood stains at any house number. It's hard to imagine that there are so many people living in such a place. people.

"Unit three, 371." I wrote down the house number and was about to leave, but just as I turned around, the iron gate moved out again.

The sound made by the turning of the door shaft was a bit harsh in the silent corridor.

"There was no wind blowing just now, why did this door move by itself? Is there someone in the house?" The door plate was stained with blood, and this house was the only one that was unlocked for rent. Something probably happened inside.

I hesitated for a moment, raised the show phone, and opened the iron door.

It can only be seen clearly when you get close. The red color on the wooden door inside is very uneven, one color is dark and the other is light.

I grabbed the doorknob, and before the tip of my nose got close, I smelled a faint smell of blood.

I don't know how many months have passed, but the smell of blood on the door is still very clear.

"The inside is painted, and the outside is covered with a layer of plasma." I took a picture with my mobile phone, and the blood coagulated on the door was very regular, as if someone had splashed it specially.

"Shouldn't this also be Zhu Li's art work?" In the eyes of that lunatic, anything can be used as a carrier of art, and he never sticks to the form.

The lock of the wooden door has been broken, leaving traces of prying, and there are still scratches of living nails near the lock cylinder. "Looking from this direction, it should be that someone didn't want to be stuffed into the house and grabbed the door lock forcibly, so they left scratches on the outside." Seeing this, I don't understand why people are afraid of being locked up. Throw in this rental house? The scratches are deep, he (she) should be desperately resisting

But, almost desperately struggling.

Curiosity in my heart, I pushed open the wooden door without thinking much.

The faint smell of blood and the smell of decay and mildew were mixed together, rushing towards my face, I was slightly fascinated by the eyes, and when the wooden door was fully opened, I was completely dumbfounded.

Red floor, red living room, red roof, red furniture walls...

Blood!

The whole house is smeared with blood!

This place is like a demon's lair, with blood stains filling the eyes and freezing in every part of the house.

"Is, is there some kind of ceremony held here?" I was terrified in my heart. In my impression, even the most insane cultists would not do such absurd and crazy things.

Dirty bloodstains were everywhere, and every blood spot seemed to tell the misfortune that had happened in this house.

I stood at the door and didn't even dare to enter the house, because even my feet were covered in bloodstains, which was shocking!

After a few seconds, I calmed down, covered my mouth and nose, and took a step into the house.

I don't know how many bloodstains have piled up on the ground, and I don't know how many lives have been buried. The concrete floor is completely covered, and the shoes step on the solidified blood scabs, making a piercing and shocking sound.

Going inside, the internal structure of the house is roughly the same as other rental houses, except that the wall between the kitchen and the living room was removed and connected together, and a huge sign was replaced at the original wall position.

The most ironic thing is that there are three words neatly written on it - slaughterhouse!

The word is very beautiful, and the description is very appropriate, but this place is obviously an apartment building where living people live, but these three words are pasted on it. "Do you treat people as pigs? Or is someone using pig thinking to deal with people?" All beings are equal This is the biggest joke and irony, especially after seeing the scene in front of me, whether it is for people or for people As far as pigs are concerned, equality does not exist, perhaps this is why everything in the world is divided

Because of the six realms, high and low are predestined before birth, and this is in line with the rules, and once the rules are violated, a scene like the one in front of you will appear.

In the slaughterhouse, after smelling the blood, I already know what is being slaughtered, but I still don't want to believe it. The blood in this room cannot be covered by just a few people.

My breathing became a little heavy. Jinghai City is a first-tier city with a developed economy and a floating population of over ten million. Occasionally one or two people missing are just a small wave in the ocean.

"Red Mansion, the red is so dazzling."

The name of the slaughterhouse and the pig cage apartment match very well, and I clenched my fingers unconsciously: "Of course there will be butchers in the slaughterhouse, is my guess true?"

The bloodstains in the house have all dried up, left a few months ago, and there is still a thick layer of dust on the surface.

I forced myself to calm down, standing in this blood-red room, slowly squatting down, scanning the ground with my eyes.

The murderer committed crimes in the house, with blood flowing, and it is very likely that there will be clues about the murderer. "There are no fingerprints or shoe prints. The other party is very professional. After the murder, he deliberately wiped everything away with blood." This is no longer a simple murder, but a complete psychopath. Part of the art, blood smeared very evenly is

The best evidence.

Because it takes a lot of time to smear blood on every corner of the room, it is impossible for a normal person to stay in such a **** room for a long time.

"Treat killing as art..." I raised my eyebrows, and suddenly turned my head to look at the huge sign. The three words "slaughterhouse" completely interpret this room, and its existence is like naming a piece of work. !

"Could everything in this room be arranged by Zhu Li? Is No. 371 in Unit 3 one of his works?" I stood among the blood, thinking about another question.

When I met Zhu Li for the first time, I found that he was inconsistent with the anchor of the Cancer Research Hospital, so I removed him from the anchor candidates. But if the person living in the pig cage apartment is not the anchor from the Cancer Research Hospital, but a butcher I have never met, then Zhu Li has a big problem.