My Iyashikei Game Chapter 750: Appreciation of “The Butcher of Dawn”
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Han Fei, whom he regarded as the only one to rely on, began to choose masks and "weapons". Now Shen Luo was screaming every day, and the earth was not working, lonely, pitiful and helpless.
"When watching this kind of performance, it's best to wear a mask to cover your twisted and excited expression." Han Fei handed a clown rhinoceros mask to Shen Luo, and he specially selected a more distinctive mask , After entering, in case of a conflict, Shen Luo would not be accidentally injured.
"I'm really thankful for shooting you." Just out of the ghost cave, he fell into the magic list again. on the body.
"You two are so slow. After a while, the performance will be over." The parrot man urged impatiently. From his words, he could hear the contempt for Han Fei and Shen Luo, just like a top gourmet Saw bumpkins entering fancy restaurants for the first time.
"It will be fine soon." Shen Luo rummaged through a pile of "weapons" for a long time, and finally took out a long saw that looked very fierce.
"You really know how to enjoy it." The parrot glanced at the saw in Shen Luo's hand, and motioned for the two to take out their mobile phones to display the message. After reading the "garbled characters" of the two, he pushed away a person behind the counter. A hidden door. Leading the two into the underground.
Different from the decay and decay on the ground, the underground building is extremely extravagant, like a Colosseum dedicated to the nobles a long time ago. The walls were clean, not to mention blood stains, not even a speck of dust. This was completely different from the killing club Han Fei had imagined before. There was no smell of blood in the air, only a strong and rich aroma of wine.
The three of them descended the stairs, passed through a long corridor, and entered the first hall.
"You are still in the inspection stage, you are not considered as official members of the club, you can only sit in the back three rows. But today there are very few people, I will make an exception for you, sit as you please." The parrot man beckoned, and At the corner a waitress came by with a tray.
Different from the bunny girl reception Shen Luo imagined, this waitress' face was covered by a black mask, and the clothes she wore seemed to be sewn onto the flesh. "Is this a smart butler?" Shen Luo felt that the other party was the same as his own smart butler. It looked like a human, but in fact it only had a body.
""No, she's human, a living human like you and me. The parrot man was very satisfied with Shen Luo's reaction: "When you become an official member of the club, you can treat her for as long as you want, but I still want to remind you that there is a certain price to be paid for doing anything here. "
The parrot man stared at the waiter unscrupulously: "She also wanted to join the club, but unfortunately she failed the review, and then she made a wrong choice, which led to her becoming what she is now. "
"Has she ever killed someone?" Shen Luo originally sympathized with the other party, but now he only has fear in his heart.
"There should be more men who died in her hands than women who have held hands with you." The parrot man let out a sinister laugh. "So she hasn't killed anyone yet." Shen Luo replied honestly, interrupting the harsh laughter of the parrot man. The waitress didn't care about the sounds around her at all. She put the tray in front of Han Fei, and there was only a glass of wine on it.
"Your work is inferior. It is full of anger as a whole. It is completely cathartic. It has no aesthetic feeling at all. It is only worth this glass of wine." The parrot man wanted to chat with Han Fei for a while, and on his wrist A metal ring he was wearing suddenly said, "Why is there a senior member here?" He completely ignored Han Fei and Shen Luo, and ran out of Hall No. 1.
After the waiter and the parrot man walked away, Shen Luo asked Han Fei nervously: "Are you crazy? What are you doing in this kind of place!"
"Didn't you want to come? As I said, the performance here was very explicit, and you clearly looked forward to it." Han Fei found a seat near the passage and sat down.
"Why are you still sitting down?! You really want to watch the show here!" Shen Luo experienced such a thing for the first time, he felt that now is the best time to escape, but it's a pity that the car keys are in Han Fei's possession , He himself did not have the confidence to go out alone.
"If their performance is to kill people, we can save a few more people here." Han Fei stroked the blade. He was so familiar with knives that he felt at ease holding the knife. "Then you want to save people, don't take me with you! I'm a burden!" Shen Luo wore a half-mask, and his voice broke out in anxiety. "Shh, someone is here."
A moment later, the parrot man led a man and a woman into the hall. The two were gluey and looked very affectionate, as if a young couple in love came to a movie theater for a date. The woman has a good figure and wears a lion mask on her face; the man is burly and wears a penguin mask.
What's more noteworthy is that neither of them wore protective clothing, nor did they carry a murder weapon, but just packed a few fresh-keeping bags. With the presence of senior members, Shen Luo immediately stopped talking, it was not because he was stage fright, in this place, talking too much would really kill a person.
"This pair of men and women often exercise, their muscles are well-proportioned and beautiful, and they are specially trained. They also take good care of their bodies, and their clothes look simple, but they are actually big brands that are difficult for ordinary people to buy. It seems that this murderous Club members have more money than Sunday night school students."
The two organizations catered to different groups, and Han Fei was not sure whether the behind-the-scenes of the two organizations were the same person. After the senior members arrived, the parrot man behaved completely differently from before, running back and forth, constantly urging the backstage. Only three minutes later, the curtain in the center of the hall was opened, and a simple stage appeared in the middle of the hall. "The show has begun."
The lights dimmed, doors on either side of the stage opened, and a woman in a black dress came out dragging a heavy suitcase. The woman was wearing a death mask. She opened the suitcase, and inside was a sleepy and thin man. With the help of an attendant, the woman fixes it on the stage.
Shen Luo, who couldn't stand it any longer, wanted to cover his eyes, but Han Fei stopped him from doing so.
After the man was fixed, the woman dragged out a white suitcase, which contained a complete sheepskin, from the hollowed out sheep's head to the soft sheep's tail, all preserved. "The name of this work is "The Lamb."
"There were two lambs lying on the stage, one was the body and the other was the soul. One was born in the pasture. It was later sold to the butcher: the other was raised in the city called Wisdom, and was later sold to Butcher.
"From birth, they have always respected the rules set by their masters. They live in the fence, and they are oblivious to the dangers outside the fence. They live a carefree life, and their life is like this fur. Pure white and soft, they are the perfect victims."
The woman wearing the death mask told the audience about her idea. After speaking, she opened the cabinet next to the stage, which contained various props. "I will sew the lamb's soul and body together, and make the purest death with my own hands."
Women are very clean, and her movements are also very elegant. The process of choosing tools is like an etiquette master checking a certain ceremony.
After choosing the right tool, the woman walked to the center of the stage again, and she injected an injection into the man's body. The man slowly woke up from his deep sleep and stared at everything around him in horror.
The man and woman in the audience finally became interested at this time. The victim will watch himself being stuffed under the lamb's fur little by little in a fully awake state, and his body will become thinner and smaller "The pure white lamb will "grow up" little by little.
The man wanted to shout, but his throat was tampered with in advance, so he could only struggle helplessly.
There were no screams, and the audience in the audience was a little dissatisfied, but the woman wearing the death mask didn't care, and still did what she wanted. She carefully planned the man's body, drawing lines on the skin, as if carving a piece of expensive jade.
The woman's various behaviors reminded Han Fei of a hidden profession in the deep world-Death Designer, and he had obtained the minimum qualification for changing professions in this profession.
"I originally thought that those guys in the deep world were already perverted enough, but I didn't expect reality to give me a heavy blow. Sure enough, the choice of opening both sides of the black box is not wrong. Both worlds have garbage that needs to be cleaned up .
Han Fei is ready to make a move. If he doesn't act, the unhappy man on the stage will be dismembered. "Can you interrupt me first?" Shen Han Zhifei stood up holding a wine glass~IndoMTL.com~.
Shen Luo winked at him desperately to signal him not to stand out, but Han Fei didn't seem to see it.
"It's very rude to interrupt others, you'd better give me a reason." The woman wearing the death mask was a little displeased, the sharp knife in her hand was about to touch the man's neck.
"Sheep are sheep, and humans are humans. No matter how confusing they are, they are different species. You are just making excuses for killing yourself, and it is a very low-level and naive excuse." Han Fei held his wine glass Walking towards the stage: "There is nothing fancy about turning people into sheep. I am more looking forward to the differences between people. For example, you and this victim are both human beings, but I feel that your souls should be completely different. I really want to cut open your brains and see the difference between you." 1 The death woman stood next to the thin man with a knife in her hand, her face was covered by a mask, and Han Fei could only see her cold eyes. That is a very special look, I really want to be disappointed in everything. "You... want to kill me?" The woman's pupils gradually narrowed.
"I'm not killing you, I just want to finish my work." Han Fei took out a dagger, no longer trying to hide it: "The name of this work is "Dawn Butcher."