The host is broken

Chapter 717 Yan Sexual Love (24)

The wound hurts so much, how much blood has flowed, when will he die, Nan Lichuan's vision is a little blurred:
"Mo... It's against the law to kill someone, so let me go!"

He has already died once, he doesn't want to die again, he wants to live well.

Nan Lichuan was really afraid of dying again, he didn't want to go back to the boundless darkness.

When you're warm, you can't imagine what it's like to be cold.

When you are in the sun, you don't know how terrible and lonely the dark is.

Before Nan Lichuan was reborn, he was just a ray of soul, he had been floating in the darkness, without any sound, without any light, and he couldn't even feel the air flow.

He didn't know what else was in the darkness, and he didn't know how long he would stay in the darkness. He didn't even know whether he was staying in place or floating.

And before he became a soul, he was still a human being, and he accidentally obtained a portable space, but he was used to shrinking, so even though he had a golden finger, he still lived with fear and fear.

During those years of living in the dark, Nan Lichuan always thought that if he could be reborn, he must live recklessly.

Therefore, after rebirth, Nan Lichuan no longer suppressed himself, he was afraid that the soul of the original owner would seize the house again, so he found a quack Taoist and killed the fat, disgusting boy's soul.

Then after gaining power, he slaughtered those amazing and beautiful men and women without any scruples, turning them into collectibles. Looking at the increasing collection in the basement, Nan Lichuan felt that the presumptuous work was so fun. one thing.

But just when he thought he could have no scruples forever, Su Shumo appeared.

He was about to die in Su Shumo's hands!

"Mo, let me go, killing people is against the law!"

His vision and consciousness were blurred, but the pain was clear. Nan Lichuan could clearly feel the pain of the scalpel moving on his body and cutting his flesh.

He clenched his ten fingers in pain and muttered unconsciously begging for mercy.

A smile bloomed on Su Shumo's lips, bright but also cold.

Breaking the law?

"Why am I breaking the law? I'm obviously collecting a collection."

Su Shumo bent her eyes and answered.

When the original owner was raped to death, he also said that Nan Lichuan was breaking the law.

Nan Lichuan used these words to reply to the original owner.

Nan Lichuan was almost desperate, his blood was still flowing, his body was getting colder and colder, even though he was lying down, he felt very heavy.

He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die!
……

After Su Shumo finished dealing with Nan Lichuan and Qingya's group of "hunters", Su Shumo erased the memories of the remaining "prey" and came to Yingying's room.

At the door of the room, Su Shumo heard the puppet screaming in pain:
"It hurts……"

"It hurts……"

The puppet was killed?
Frowning, Su Shumo pushed the door open, her forehead twitched.

The falcon, which was supposed to be the tormentor, was tied to a small bench by the puppet, with two socks stuffed in its mouth, and the puppet, which kept screaming in pain, got a small bamboo stick from nowhere, and was kicking it with its hips on its hips. .

Then, hit it once, and the puppet will bark, hit it, and the puppet will bark...

"what's your name?"

Su Shumo walked over, sat on the sofa, and rolled her eyes.

"He was stuffed with socks and couldn't yell, so I yelled for him."

When the puppet was explaining, he missed a word, and after explaining, he hurriedly added in a fast tone and full of emotion

"Ah, it hurts..."

"It hurts……"

Su Shumo: "..."

Where did the show come from.

After the beating, the puppet threw away the small bamboo stick, ran back to Su Shumo's side, stuck to her side, and looked at the falcon pitifully with teary eyes.

Falcon: "..."

Damn it, beat him like this god of death doesn't even know him, and now he's still pretending to be innocent.

At the end of Su Shu raised her chin, the puppet understood, ran over with short legs, and pulled the sock from the falcon's mouth.

"Smelly woman, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

Damn, who is he, and when did he suffer such a shame.

Snapped!
The puppet threw a small bamboo stick over: "Why did you talk to my lord!"

Ying Falcon became angry from embarrassment: "You better pray that you don't fall into my hands, or I will make you cry to death!"

The puppet stuffed the sock back: "Hmph, then I'll smell you to death first!"

Ying Falcon blushed, humming, not knowing what he was cursing.

Su Shumo rested for a while, looked at the time, and just put down her wrist, she heard chaotic steps outside, it seemed that the police had arrived.

In front of the falcon, retract the puppet.

A good living person was right in front of his eyes for no reason, and disappeared without any sign. The falcon was so frightened that he forgot to breathe.

but……

It didn't matter whether he forgot to breathe or not, because he soon became a person who didn't breathe at all.

The hall of the feast of killing was already surrounded by police, but the police present were all frightened by the bloody scene in front of them.

The floor of the hall was covered in blood, and when one stepped on it, there was the sound of water, and the corpses, except those on the operating bed, were all collected as living objects, and their faces were all covered with different patterns. The mask stood there quietly, with dozens of black eyes looking through the mask, which only made people feel frightened.

Cruel, too cruel!
There was a young policeman who had just joined the job, but couldn't hold back the bloody nose, rushed out and lay down on the ground to vomit.

"It's...it's perfect!"

The forensic doctor who arrived later squeezed the police away, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he saw the dissected corpses in the hall.

He hurried over and stood by the operating bed, looking at the corpse with a beautiful wound that looked like a painting on paper, his eyes were almost shining:

"Perfect, so perfect!"

This cutting line, even he is ashamed.

police:"……"

If he didn't know the details of this forensic doctor, looking at him like that, one would suspect that he committed the case.

However, sighs return to sighs, forensic professional ethics is still there.

An autopsy will begin shortly.

"What, is it a gang crime?"

Someone came to ask.

There are fifteen corpses in this hall, and according to the surveillance video, they only entered two hours ago.

To be able to drain the blood of so many people within two hours and process it into a collection is definitely not something that can be done by one person.

The forensic doctor shook his head:

"According to the method of cutting the corpse, it was done by one person."

The technique of each corpse is the same perfect, without any flaws.

Although in terms of time, he also finds it incredible.

"Sheriff, come and see this, this is not..."

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(End of this chapter)