Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Ken reached out and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, away from Nietzsche, he finally felt more relaxed, so he changed into a pair of sterile gloves, then lowered his head and began to treat Han Sen's wound.

Nietzsche walked along the corridor to Han Sen's study room, opened the door, and walked to the front of the bookshelf.

Most of the books Han Sen read were financial and geography books. Nietzsche still remembered the time when he read books with Han Sen in the activity room of the prison.

At that time, Han Sen spent most of his time looking at professional knowledge about financial planning, and occasionally reading natural science books like "World Geography".

Han Sen has a surprisingly strong interest in the customs of different cultures, the layout and construction of various cities, and iconic buildings.

Nietzsche was more interested in newspapers, political news, and introductions to guns and weapons, so Nietzsche read a wide range of things, and occasionally subscribed to fashion magazines for a certain month.

Nietzsche stood in front of the bookshelf, took down the book Han Sen was reading recently, World Finance, then flipped to the fold, and saw that Han Sen used a black signature pen to neatly write out his impressions and conclusions. Every place I passed was densely written.

Nietzsche lowered his head, breathed on the surface of the book, and took a deep breath of the smell of the book, as if he smelled the smell of Han Sen's fingers.

That man's body is always clean, without the slightest complicated smell, not even the tobacco smell common to men.

Nietzsche knew that no one had ever touched him but himself.

"Mother……"

Suddenly Han Xiu's voice came from the door. Nietzsche put down the books in his hand, put them back to the original place, and then turned to look at Han Xiu.

Han Xiu felt that Nietzsche was not very happy today, and the way he looked at himself was different from before, so Han Xiu stood timidly by the door, blinked at Nietzsche, and didn't dare to make a sound after calling Nietzsche It's over, pawing at the door with his little hands, his eyes fell on Nietzsche's face.

Although children sometimes can't express, their hearts are actually the most sensitive, and they can feel everything.

"Mr. Nietzsche, the young master refuses to sleep and keeps calling to see you. Mr. Han..."

The housekeeper followed Han Xiu to the door of the study, and looked at Nietzsche worriedly, probably wanting to know about Han Sen's situation.

Nietzsche waved his hand to signal the housekeeper not to speak, then waved to Han Xiu with a faint smile on his face: "Xiu, come here."

Seeing Nietzsche smiling at him as usual, Han Xiu rushed over and opened his arms to hug him. Nietzsche bent down and hugged Han Xiu in his arms, then turned his head and kissed Han Xiu, " Xiu, why don't you sleep well?"

Han Xiu was kissed by Nietzsche, feeling very happy, giggled a few times, then put his arms around Nietzsche's neck, and said softly, "Mom, where is Dad?"

Nietzsche looked up at Han Sen:

"Have Xiu missed Dad?"

Han Xiu nodded shyly, raised his hand to stroke Nietzsche's eyebrows, and kept saying dad, dad.

Nietzsche opened his palms, gently held Han Xiu's head in his arms, and said softly, "Dad doesn't like to laugh, isn't Xiu afraid of Dad?"

Han Xiu lay comfortably on Nietzsche's shoulder, shook his head, and said softly:

"Xiu misses Dad."

Han Xiu was brought up by Han Sen all his life. Han Sen is not an emotional parent who likes to show his feelings. After Nietzsche came back, Han Xiu was very dependent and liked to cling to Nietzsche. But this does not mean that Han Xiu will get used to Han Sen's absence. .

In fact, Han Xiu couldn't accept the absence of his father Han Sen from his life. If the father who had been with the child for a long time suddenly disappeared, it would have a negative impact on the child's emotions and make the child restless.

Nietzsche walked around the room with Han Xiu in his arms. Han Sen, who was already a little anxious, calmed down and fell asleep on Nietzsche's shoulder.

"Hold Han Xiu to sleep."

Nietzsche handed Han Xiu into the hands of the butler, and signaled the butler to carry Han Sen to the bedroom downstairs to sleep.

"You also go to bed earlier."

The housekeeper bowed respectfully to Nietzsche, then turned around and went downstairs with Han Xiu in his arms.

Nietzsche looked at the time. It was already very late. Nietzsche walked to Han Sen's desk and dialed a phone number.

"Let's do it, it's time."

After a while, the butler came up and knocked on the door of the study.

"Mr. Nietzsche."

"Come in."

Nietzsche's voice came from the study, it was a little heavy and cold through the door.

The butler opened the door, and Nietzsche was sitting on the sofa in the study, with his legs crossed, his arms resting on the coffee table, and a snow-white cigarette between his fingers.

The room was suddenly filled with smoke, and the smell of smoke was heavy and pungent.

The butler subconsciously glanced at the ashtray. It was full of cigarette butts, and some of them were still burning.

If the housekeeper remembered correctly, Nietzsche hadn't smoked for a long time, and Han Sen had ordered him to quit the bad habit of smoking a long time ago.

But Nietzsche has a very bad temper, and to put it bluntly, he is very pampered and willful, and he has a serious habit of a nobleman.

Except for Han Sen, no one in the whole family dared to say anything against Nietzsche, and no one could restrain him at all.

So the butler could only acquiesce in what happened, allowing Nietzsche to indulge his bad habits.

"Mr. Nietzsche, the young master has already fallen asleep, please see if you have any other orders."

Nietzsche raised his eyes to look at the butler, then pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and stubbed it out, stood up expressionlessly, looked at the butler and asked, "Is the killer I brought back alive?"

The butler nodded, "Yes, still alive."

"Where is he now?"

"In the storage room, the person you arranged before is still guarding there."

Nietzsche nodded, reached out and opened the drawer on the left hand side of Han Sen's desk, took out a silver small-caliber gun, put it upright in front of his eyes, and squinted slightly, "Follow me."

The butler gave a low hum, and followed Nietzsche towards the storage room.

In fact, he really didn't want to go to the storage room with Nietzsche. Looking at Nietzsche's eyes, the housekeeper knew what Nietzsche was going to do.

He knew Nietzsche's reputation. This man was a complete punishment king. Only the butler knew about it. Nietzsche's previous killing methods were simply outrageous, creepy and creepy.

But now he can only obediently follow Nietzsche and walk towards the storage room.

"Good evening, Mr. Nietzsche."

When they walked to the front of the storage room, the bodyguards who brought the killer here before were still guarding here. Seeing Nietzsche approaching, they all stood up and bowed to Nietzsche.

Nietzsche nodded, "Good evening, everyone."

After Nietzsche finished speaking, the bodyguard quickly pushed open the door of the storage room.

When Nietzsche entered the door, he saw a man sitting on a chair facing the door. His body was tied up with a rope and his mouth was gagged. When the man saw Nietzsche enter the door, his eyes widened suddenly, and his expression said The fear that can't be expressed seems to be frightened by Nietzsche's expression.

Nietzsche walked up to the man expressionlessly, then waved his hand violently, exhausted all his strength, and slapped the man's cheek fiercely, the man fell to the ground in response, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his body I wanted to curl up to one side, but because my body was tied up, I couldn't move.

The bodyguard standing aside hurriedly helped the man up again.

Nietzsche pulled a chair, sat opposite the man, stretched out his hand to pinch the man's chin, pulled out the stuff that was stuck in the killer's mouth, threw it on the ground aside, looked straight at the killer and said, "Guess what?" who I am."

Looking at Nietzsche's face, the killer first coughed a few times uncontrollably, then shook his head in a daze.

The killer only knew that the man in front of him was extremely cruel and cruel, but he didn't know who this man was.

Nietzsche looked at the killer coldly and said:

"Have you ever heard of the name Nietzsche Lutheran? Coincidentally, this is my name."

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and he screamed:

"You are Lutheran!!!"

Nietzsche's reputation in the killer world is very well known. He is not a killer, but his methods make those killers terrified.

There are very few assassins on the road who are willing to assassinate Nietzsche, because once it falls into the hands of this man, the consequences are beyond one's imagination.

Nietzsche pursed his lips silently:

"Knowing my reputation as Nietzsche Lutheran, it seems that you are still very good."

Nietzsche's hands became more and more forceful, as if tearing off the man's jaw, tightly wrapped around the killer's jaw, and the killer kept humming in pain.

"Then do you know who you assassinated?"

The killer nodded obediently,

"I, I know, it's Han Sen, the patriarch of the Han family!"

Nietzsche leaned over slowly, his eyes fixed on the killer's face,

"Let me ask you, you have to tell me the truth, who ordered you to assassinate Han Sen this time."

The killer shook his head:

"I can't tell."

"Humph,"

Nietzsche let go of the fingers pinching the man's face, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't say it. I thought you were a smart person, but it seems that you are blind."

Nietzsche raised his right hand, spread his palm, let the assassin look at his slender fingers, and said softly: "Unfortunately, you assassinated the man of Nietzsche Lutheran. He used to I said that my fingers are very beautiful, you said, if I put these ten fingers into your eyes and then take your eyes out, wouldn’t it be a beautiful picture.”

Nietzsche opened his bright red lips, stretched out his tongue and licked his fingertips, wet all five fingertips of his right hand, and then slowly stretched towards the killer's left eye.

"Ah!!...Don't—! Don't—!"

The man struggled and screamed, but Nietzsche was unmoved. His thin fingertips pressed against the man's upper eyelid and slowly pressed it in.

At this moment, the killer finally understood that this man's reputation is indeed well-deserved, he is an out-and-out pervert!

"black gold!"

"black gold!"

"It's black gold!"

"Hei Jin asked me to assassinate Mr. Han!!!"

The killer screamed and betrayed his employer, Heijin.

The butler suddenly covered his eyes, not daring to look at the scene in front of him. Nietzsche's methods were too inhumane, and he really couldn't accept them. They were simply prison sentences, too cruel.

"Really?"

As Nietzsche said so, he slowly retracted his fingers, his gaze resting on the killer's face.

The killer nodded with pale cheeks, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his cheeks, slipped under his chin, and dripped drop by drop between his neck and collar.

"Yes."

The killer's lips also became bloodless, and his lips trembled as he nodded,

"Yes, it's Hei Jin, who asked me to assassinate Mr. Han."

The butler didn't hear the killer's screams, so he put down his hands covering his eyes, and sneaked out his head to look at Nietzsche.

Hearing the killer's affirmation, Nietzsche nodded in satisfaction, and then thrust his slender fingers into the killer's eyes. No matter how the man screamed, Nietzsche just pulled the killer's eyeballs with four fingers, and then put the man Bit by bit, the eyeballs were cruelly pulled out from the eye sockets, and then crushed bit by bit in the palm of the hand. The color of the black and white eyeballs turned into a disgusting liquid, which slipped from between Nietzsche's beautiful fingers and dripped on the ground .

The butler, who naively thought that Nietzsche would really let the killer go, saw this scene unfortunately, then covered his mouth suddenly, rushed into the bathroom in the storage room, and spat it out.

Nietzsche looked at the screaming man in front of him, and said with a grim expression:

"Too naive, you think I will really let you go. I am Nietzsche Lutheran, not a philanthropist."

"You scum, why do you want to plot to separate my husband and me? Don't you understand that it will be sad for people who love each other to be separated?"

"I want all of you who ruin our relationship to go to [-] levels of hell."

After speaking, Nietzsche picked up the gun, stuffed the muzzle into the man's mouth, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom--!"

a bang.

The back of the man's head was blown open with a scar the size of a bowl, white brains splashed out along with bright red blood, and splashed on the wall behind the man.

The butler had just come out of the bathroom holding on to the wall. Seeing this scene, he ran back holding on to the wall again, lying on the sink, and continued to vomit weakly.

He has been a professional housekeeper all his life, and he has never seen such a bloody scene, and the first time he saw a bloody scene was done by Nietzsche Lutheran, how could he bear it?

Nietzsche looked at the bloody and unrecognizable killer who was sitting lifelessly on the chair, he raised his foot suddenly, kicked the killer to the ground, and watched the corpse lying limply in a pool of blood in the storage room.

Nietzsche snorted coldly:

"It's really cheap for you."

Because Han Sen hadn't woken up yet, he didn't intend to seriously torture the killer today, otherwise, the killer would never die so easily.

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche took the gun in his hand, stood beside the killer's body, and fired a few more shots at the killer's body until all the bullets in the gun were used up, and no more bullets could be fired. Nietzsche turned and walked out.

Weakly lying on the door of the bathroom, the butler quickly ran out of the bathroom after the gunshots ended, following Nietzsche's footsteps and running out, away from this hell on earth.

Han Sen's bodyguards skillfully dragged the killer's body down to dispose of it, and began to clean the storage room completely, cleaning up all the blood inside.