A New Character Every Month

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After waking up, he found that he had been bound, and a disgusting thing was still in his mouth, and he suddenly let out a whimper.

There was even one person who turned to him for help when he saw the captain of the flat head next to him.

Seeing the appearance of these people, Captain Flathead was not only disgusted, but also a little depressed.

You ask me for help, to whom do I ask?

Why are killers kidnapped?

Resisting the disgusting taste in his mouth, Captain Flathead turned his head to look at the two men standing beside him.

Shouldn't they be in that new basement?

The body shuddered, and Captain Flathead interrupted his thoughts instantly.

Shaking his limbs trying to attract the attention of the two men.

But no matter what they did, the two of them didn't move, like two sculptures.

After 10 minutes, several killers, including the flat-headed captain, had given up attracting attention.

Now, they are somewhat familiar with the smell and taste of rags.

Although it was still disgusting, the urge to vomit was gone.

But with this nausea gradually faded away.

They were replaced by another emotion.

fear.

As killers, even though they seldom do the work of interrogating the enemy, they have figured out the correct function after just simulating the strange and never-before-seen torture tools on the wall a few times in their minds.

Those torture instruments seemed to be extremely similar to dozens of the most terrifying torture instruments of ancient times they had found in an ancient book.

Neither is what they want to touch.

In this quiet environment, they can't do anything but look around and think.

The only thing they could imagine, apart from the identity of the person who captured them, and the purpose of arresting them, were the terrifying torture tools on the wall.

And the more they guessed about those torture tools, the more they were afraid.

clang!

Suddenly, the iron door on the stairs in front of the basement was opened.

A faint light penetrated in, followed by a slender black shadow.

tread!tread!tread!

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the slate reached the ears of several killers.

They quickly turned their eyes to the stairs, their breathing was a little short, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on their heads at some point.

Soon, they saw someone coming.

The first thing that appeared in their sight was a pair of black leather shoes.

Right behind, over the shoes is a pair of bright red trousers.

The movement of the person coming was not the kind of one-step meal with a huge sense of oppression, but rather briskly walking downstairs while beating.From time to time, the rhythmic sound of people's hands tapping, as if they were in a very happy mood.

Soon, the upper body of the incoming person also appeared in their sight.

The same bright red suit, pale green hair, and a weird smiley clown on his face.

Chapter 61 Your Name

Captain Killer's breathing almost stopped, shock and fear appeared in his eyes at the same time.

The strange taste and characteristics of clothes reminded him of a piece of information about the underground forces in Bai Zecheng.

In the past month, an underground upstart suddenly rose up and gnawed down a large number of sites of the old underground forces.

It is a new underground upstart leader. It is said that he likes to wear red suits, his hair is also extremely conspicuous green, and his face is also painted with thick clown makeup.

And this leader, no matter the name or nickname is the same: the clown!

"Good afternoon, gentlemen!"

The clown jumped down from the last flight of stairs, and in front of several killers, he saluted like a gentleman: "Let me introduce myself, I am an ordinary person, a very ordinary ordinary person, you can call outsiders. No... the clown!"

The clown raised his right hand and spread it out. One of the masked men respectfully handed a knife and said, "By the way, do you know how my scars came from?"

Captain Flathead and several team members couldn't help but look at the corners of the clown's mouth in horror, and there were scars on both sides of the mouth that seemed to be torn apart.

The clown gestured in front of several killers with a knife, and said calmly: "My father is an alcoholic and a devil."

"One night, he was more crazy than usual."

The clown raised his head and seemed to be thinking: "Mummy picked up the knife in the kitchen to protect herself."

"He didn't like that, not at all."

The highlight is that the clown's movements are getting bigger and bigger.

The sharp knife in his hand even slashed across the faces of several killers from time to time, and it was only a matter of time before a bloody mouth could be drawn on it.

Several people wanted to ask for mercy, but the rags in their mouths made it impossible for them to say a word of mercy.

Watching the knife swipe under his neck several times, he was even more startled in a cold sweat.

I can only pray carefully that this sharp knife will not scratch myself.

The clown suddenly lowered his head and smiled: "So, I saw him grab the knife and stab her, laughing while stabbing, and he turned to me."

"He said, why so serious?"

"..."

Looking at the madman-like movements and tone of the clown, several killers wanted to cry without tears.

If you want to kill or cut, can you just say something?

We really don't want to hear stories anymore.

"He came to me with a knife and said why he was so serious?"

"Then, he put the knife in my mouth."

The clown suddenly stabbed at a killer, and the blade inserted along the edge of the rag in the opponent's mouth: "Let's draw a smiling face!"

The killer felt the ice-cold blade on his lips and was so frightened that he didn't move.

"Then......"

The clown looked at the other killers, and swiped his blade sharply: "Why so serious?"

Blood spurted out in front of him, dyeing his bright red suit even more gorgeously.

madman!madman!You are such a lunatic!

The killer captain saw that one of his team members was killed like this, struggling frantically to get out of control.

But the rope tied to his body was like steel embedded in the ground, tying him firmly, unable to move.

The clown seemed to be unaware, and continued to play with his knife and said, "Can any gentleman tell me who is behind the scenes?"

A crazy smile appeared on his face.

"Woo~woo~woo~"

Several people struggled and wanted to speak, but in the end they could only make a few whimpers.

"no one?"

The clown spread his hands helplessly: "I respect your choice."

The next moment, the knife in his hand slid straight into the chest of a killer, and the tip of the knife pierced straight into the heart from the gap between the ribs.

"at the same time."

The clown smiled and said, "I also appreciate people like you."

"Woo~woo~woo~"

The only remaining leader of the killer and the two team members hurriedly shook their bodies.

We recruit!We recruit!But can you let us speak!

Several people were grief-stricken.

The Joker smiled and pulled the rag from Captain Killer's mouth.

"We recruit! We recruit! We recruit all!"

As soon as the rags were removed from his mouth, Captain Killer hurriedly shouted, for fear that it would be too late.

5 minute later.

Basement door.

The clown took a white towel, wiped the blood on his face and hands, and said calmly, "The little bat is hungry."