The monster villain of the extraordinary world

Chapter 102 Punishment

Good show is bad!

The night sky in Dongzhou was getting darker after midnight, but the violent rain did not drive away the crowded people in Furong Square.

At this time, people were shocked, and watched the eerie underground waterway rotate from several large screens on the outer walls. The wall on this side dissipated and the wall on the other side expanded.

The originally narrow underground passage became wider and seemed to be rising abruptly towards the ground.

At the same time, mottled bricks, weird symbols, layer upon layer,

The lines of those √—symbols were stretched apart, forming a huge three-concentric triangle, glowing red like blood.

And in the innermost triangle, the black-clothed boy with a bad face stood there, seemingly trapped for a while, unable to get out.

But it wasn't just him, the more the hosts and the audience looked at the live video, the more dizzy they became, as if they were staring directly at the strange eye, as if they were tumbling into an unknown dimension.

On the Oasis Channel, the three hosts all spoke quickly:

"Dangerous!" Qi Tu said urgently, "The signal on the spot contains some kind of mental shock, everyone, be careful, and see it at your own discretion!"

"They're using ritual procedures to control the actors!" Ma Nan exclaimed in surprise, "This is obviously more powerful than the ones in the theater, even we can be affected by watching."

"This group of people is already blatant, and they are not afraid of being exposed!" Martina said, "The shotgun man is correct. Jack the Ripper does exist, and there is an organization behind it!"

Around the inverted triangle of the controllable strange variable logo, there are seven or eight shadows in black clothes and cloaks.

"I can't help but ask, who are these people?"

Qi Tu said angrily, "The Dongzhou Special Investigation Bureau has investigated the case of the shotgun man since the murder.

"Area X appears randomly, but sometimes it will come due to ritual activities. The night of Dongzhou cannot be separated from the call of these men in black!

"Thank you, Eastern State investigators, because of your negligence, we got this epic night!"

As he said that, Qitu's face turned angry, revealing his signature smile.

Long before the gate of the paranormal world opened, the Special Investigation Bureau opened with a bang, and the personnel of various departments at the headquarters, the Dongzhou base, and the front line of the X area were all busy.

At this time, in a high-level war room of the headquarters, all the high-level personnel were silent and their faces were heavy.

Everyone here knows the deep meaning of this logo:
【Control, Evolution, Power】

Variant bodies and strange things have something in common. Once the showman is controlled, it is really impossible to escape this time.

Although the showman is not a friend of the Special Investigation Bureau, but in the current situation...

If "Jack the Ripper" and his organization won, the entire Eastern State would be in trouble.

Boom!Loud thunder was heard at the scene, and the rain fell at night, unexpectedly converging with the sewage in the underground waterway.

The area marked by the inverted triangle rose to the ground, like an altar.

"This is the School of Medicine of Dongda University!" Qitu said again, "The surrounding buildings are exposed, and their location is in front of the anatomy building!"

As soon as the audience screamed, the scene was already in the Hulong storm, and suddenly there were all kinds of human bodies floating in the sky.

Among these human bodies, some looked like passers-by whose life and death were unknown, wearing various clothes;

Some are like the original "general teachers" in the medical school, with formalin dripping from their naked, swollen corpses.

There are also some residual limbs, broken bodies, fragments of human organs and tissues, etc., all floating under the night, forming another maze in midair.

The strange and messy chant sound also sounded, it was the hoarse voice of those men in black robes, and it was like the words from the floating body:
"The Ripper broke the chains, the past is an old story, faith is gone, urban legends rule the hearts, blood breeds the fruit of sin, the beginning of life, the beginning of a new era, darkness before light, fear before joy, and In a human understandable way..."

Following this chanting, the red light of the three concentric inverted triangle symbols on the ground became more intense, and the light shot up into the sky, turning the rainstorm into bloody ones.

Rushing, rustling, all of a sudden, the signal became unstable, no matter if it was the tricky-eyed camera or the good-looking camera.

In the blurred picture, he seems to be struggling, but he is firmly locked.

"Oops!" Qitu said in surprise, "We will lose the live signal at any time."

Thorn Channel, whose ratings have already exceeded 60%, Fat Dog couldn't control his trembling voice: "Believe in good actors, believe in good actors..."

In Camp Thorn, the mood is more tense than at any time tonight.

Sister Hua repeated anxiously, "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

"It's a big deal." The big man also held his head in his hands, and his round face turned pale.

Now, no matter whether you have been an investigator or not, as long as you have an understanding of the variant system, you can more or less understand why the shotgun man died.

【Everything in the past is an old story】

Cliche refers to those "cliches" such as witches, werewolves, and vampires.

These stories have been passed down for a long time, and they have been told by grandma's grandma's grandma's generation, and they are stuff of old times.

Witches, werewolves, and vampires used to be mysterious and scary, but now they're the protagonists of a love triangle in teen soap operas.

When will the old nightmares disappear and new legends emerge, and where is the dividing point between "old words" and "new words"?
"Jack the Ripper", one of the earliest recognized urban legends.

The organization to which these people belong may have existed longer than the Special Investigation Bureau.

There may be more secrets that this group of people know about the variants and the X area.

This time the good showman is really not good!

"It's good to end the game just now, now, it's over..." Sister Hua said in a sad voice, "The big house is gone, and this guy put his life in it."

"I still have my big house." Lackey held on to the DV machine, and every second was lost by one second. "Eastern State Night" will be valuable as the posthumous work of a good showman.

Lingsha was expressionless at this time, and her eyes were a little less agile, she asked Xingbao: "Is there any way?"

"Hmm..." Xingbao looked at her, but asked back, "Have you ever kissed?"

"Scared?" Lingsha was taken aback, why did she feel that all the people she knew were going crazy, "No, why should I kiss him?"

"That means nothing has happened yet." Xing Bao nodded, "Then I can rest assured."

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Xingbao opened a pair of helpless big eyes, and sighed: "Sister Lingsha, you are also a cool person, why do you become mentally retarded when you start a relationship? I am a playful brother, and I am not willing to die now." Well, he still wants to kiss you, with this motivation supporting him, we can watch the show with peace of mind."

Lingsha frowned slightly, she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything, it seemed to make sense...

"Xingbao, it's not that simple." Ginny heard it too, and really hoped so, but the situation at the scene was really bad.

"Ah!" Sister Hua suddenly yelled, "It's over!"

All the people around the live broadcast screen stared, and the live video made all the hosts scream.

It's not that the black-clothed boy didn't fight back, raising the strange change pistol.

But each line of the three concentric inverted triangle symbols burst out with strong red light, which condensed away layer by layer, forming a triangular noose, binding him firmly.

Immediately, the showman couldn't move, and was pulled into the air in a big character shape, as if he had become another floating corpse.

On that half-rotten, half-good face, although she was still smiling, it gradually became a little stiff.

"My God! I can't bear to watch it anymore."

Qitu also let out a mournful cry, "Parents, quickly take your children away, the next picture may be extremely dark, the shadow has fallen!"

Before Qi Tu finished speaking, the scene changed as he expected.

Around the Joker, time and space warped and overlapped, and some instruments of torture suddenly appeared, and the Joker was tied to an iron frame full of sharp nails.

Click, there was the sound of flesh tearing.

The showman's back and limbs were just sunk into a pile of spikes, blood gushed out and fell together with the rain, nourishing the dark soil.

"The fruit of sin will bloom in the sun, in a way that humans can understand!"

At the same time, the strange chants became louder, and some of the mutilated limbs flying all over the sky were organized together to form an incomplete broken human body.

No.1 Li Mi's dilapidated head hangs on the head of the human body.

That voice, which was too treacherous to resemble a human voice, pierced the darkness and echoed among the buildings of Dongda Medical College, covering the sound of the storm and singing:
"Mr. Showman, don't think you understand me.

"The things I pursue and explore are beyond your cognition.

"You can simply understand that we are communicating with the existence above the X area. This requires us to create suitable tools.

"Now, we already have some materials. Mr. Shotgun's intestines are here, and the Killer series is here; Mr. No.1's head is also here, and the Champion series is here;

"What about you, Mr. Joker of the Clown Department, what can you contribute to our exploration?
"I think you have some nice fingers!"

Suddenly, a small dissecting knife pierced through the torrential rain, flashing like a flash of light, and the cold edge of the knife dimmed all the city lights.

Click, click, the flesh is broken, and the blood is splashed.

The audience saw from the blurry and unstable picture that the showman's hands sprayed several blood columns like a shower.

The fingers with the black letters HATE and LOVE tattooed on them were all chopped off by the scalpel, floating in the rain, flying towards the broken body.

He just held the Phantom Pistol with some hypertrophic flesh sticking to it, but it was also wobbly, and the pistol would fall at any time.

"Ugh..." The showman uttered a muffled cry of pain, that half of his handsome face was also contorted hideously, and the other side of his rotten face was more like the face of a monster in hell.

(End of this chapter)