Monster Collector [Unlimited]

top layer.

The light of the blood moon just fell into the house, and the flickering candles cast long shadows.

A distant bell rang ten times in succession.

The lady in fine clothes put down her teacup, and the cups and plates collided with each other, making a clicking sound.

"It's time." Mrs. O picked up a napkin and gently wiped the corners of her mouth, "It seems that our mission of Mr. Yu has failed."

The maids all bowed their heads in silence.They have long lost self-awareness and become puppets manipulated by her at will.

Mrs. O's eyes fell on the photo in front of her. In the beautiful golden photo frame was a group photo of a family of five. The man was handsome, the boy and the girl were cute.

A trace of nostalgia and more tenderness were rarely seen in her eyes, and she clasped her hands together: "Our Father, our Lord."

Then, she stood up, turned around and walked downstairs: "For my baby, it's time to do it myself."

The stairs are facing the kitchen.

The door of the kitchen has been closed, but a gleam of orange light can be vaguely seen leaking from the crack of the door, and the strong smell of alcohol gushes out and diffuses.

Mrs. O frowned in disgust, the notch between her brows deepened, and she just stood there.

The maids stepped forward to open the door for her, filed in, opened the windows for ventilation, discarded the wine bottles, cleaned the floor, and sprayed the fragrance.

In just a few moments, Mrs. O can walk in, sit on the chair in the center, and look down at the chef who is bound to the ground by the five flowers.

Pour a basin of cold water.

The chef finally woke up from his deep drunkenness, his head hurt like it was about to split open, he instinctively wanted to stretch his body, but found that he was firmly bound.

"Ma'am?" He narrowed his eyes and asked blankly.

Mrs. O: "You seem to know a little secret of mine."

The chef immediately recalled the conversation about the pig food, his fat body began to move back, and the panic was obvious on his face: "What? No! I don't know anything!"

"No, you know, you should know," Madam O said with no expression on her face, "You assisted me in imprisoning an innocent girl for five years, and those disgusting foods were all prepared for her."

The chef froze there.

Mrs. O continued: "What you should also know is that more and more skeletons appearing in the woods outside are all killed by me. Do you still have to play dumb?"

It's not that the chef has never seen those bones howling in the woods every day, it's just that he is wise and safe, never looking or asking, and only feels a little horror when other people show the bloody facts in front of him.

"Strictly speaking, you are also an accomplice in killing them." Madam O lowered her eyes and said softly.

"I'm the only one who cooks, what does their death have to do with me!" The chef became agitated, and his bound body struggled wildly.

Mrs. O's voice did not fluctuate at all, but it carried a chilling breath: "The dishes you made with my ingredients enter their stomachs, and they will hatch into another kind of creature, like fish, like insects, like birds , that kind of creature will get out desperately."

"Then," Mrs. O stared at him, "it exploded."

The chef's chest rose and fell violently, and he said in disbelief: "How is it possible! How could such a thing happen in the world!"

He didn't want to believe it at all, but he recalled the deformed dead baby taken out by the maid, and the disemboweled corpse he had seen earlier!

Is this what he cooks with his proud culinary skills?

"Of course there will be," Mrs. O tapped her fingers on the table, "don't you also eat the dishes you cook? Why don't you try it yourself?"

The chef's eyes widened, and his fat hands unconsciously placed on his tall belly.

"Feel it, is there a small thing starting to crawl inside." Mrs. O's voice seemed to come through a barrier.

The chef felt his belly start to itch, and the skin under his hands was pushed up by something sharp.

"Dad, Dad, Dad..."

A series of brisk children's voices rang in his ears, approaching from far away, and finally hovering in his mind.

He looked around blankly, but found no trace of any baby.

Then the cook almost cried out, and the lady and his maids were gone from the whole room.

He yelled loudly and rushed towards the door and window, but no matter how hard he pushed, the door that could be opened easily was as if it was welded firmly to the wall.

He was trapped in the familiar and comfortable kitchen alone, in the place where he spent most of his life, and outside was the bottomless, unpredictable and frightening darkness.

"Dad, Dad, Dad..."

The child's voice was full of joy, but he could feel that the skin of the stretched belly was getting more and more serious. When he lowered his head, he could clearly see the belly being pushed up continuously, in various shapes.

"It will be stretched..." he murmured, "and I will die like them, with my bones hanging on the tree..."

The darkness flowed down from the window, climbed up to his ankles from his insteps, and then wrapped him around him little by little, like a lover's arms pouring him into his arms.

Despair gradually filled the chef's eyes, and he fell backwards in the darkness, watching a scratch appear on his stomach, and then a sharp bird's beak pecked it open, and the two wings spread out through the crack.

stab-

It was the sound of his stomach being ripped open.

Mrs. O looked emotionlessly at the man writhing around in pain in the room.

A slit had been opened in his stomach, and more and more intestines flowed out of his body as he struggled, almost turning into a long bloody snake on the ground.

Mrs. O covered her mouth with her hand and yawned: "The collapse is not complete enough, it is too difficult for my baby to come out."

After the words fell, a black wing finally opened, and then a giant bird fluttered its wings, straight to the ceiling, circled around the chandelier, and uttered a joyful chirping.

For the first time, Mrs. O showed what could be called a soft expression on her face, and a gentle smile filled the corners of her mouth.

This is a scene that anyone who knows her will feel horrified when they see it.

"Oh, my baby." She opened her arms to embrace the giant bird that swooped down towards her, and kissed his beak tenderly, "You are back, our plan is about to succeed."

The giant bird rested on her shoulder, raised its head and sang.

"Go," Madam O let go of her arms, "go and start your hunt."

The sound of bones crying began to be heard in the woods in the distance, and the sound of birds fluttering from far to near.

An hour ago, the lobby.

Except for the chief examiner who didn't need it, everyone divided up their pills.

He Xiaotong could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and was the first to analyze habitually: "After having the key props, Mrs. O will definitely not be able to achieve her goal tonight. It shouldn't be much of a threat either."

"Not necessarily," Xie Changli replied, he had a very bad premonition, "Madam O has been planning for several years before waiting for an opportunity, the situation is not that simple."

He Xiaotong nodded: "Then what do you think we should do now?"

Xie Changli: "Look for someone."

Zhao Qing said with a bitter face: "I've been digging here for a long time. Mrs. O should have filled in all the tunnels here. As for other passages, there is no clue yet."

However, the examiner is still confident: "Someone can show us the way."

"Who?" He Xiaotong looked around, at this moment even Yu Yan's body was burnt clean.

"Here." Xie Changli brought out a ghost baby from a corner, and introduced, "She should be the eldest daughter's daughter, Mrs. O's granddaughter."

He Xiaotong rubbed her eyes, she was sure that there was nothing there before.

However, others almost quickly accepted this setting, including the weak and helpless newcomers Zhao Qing and Du Ya.

Guiying obediently gave a wow to everyone, and smiled very happily with his mouth open.

If you ignore the sharp teeth.

He Xiaotong: Why do I feel like I've fallen into the wolf's den, aren't they really the biggest boss of the dungeon?

She didn't dare to say, she didn't dare to ask, she just followed along.

The ghost baby couldn't wait a long time ago, and now it was crawling along the ground all the way, moving very fast.

"Can it really take us there?" Du Ya leaned in front of Xie Changli, and secretly poked eye drops, "This little thing has lost its mind for a long time, where can we find the eldest daughter?"

However, Xie Changli didn't even turn his head: "Sober than you."

Du Ya, who was suddenly stunned:?

I just flattered Brother Xie just now, why did I suddenly become the bottom of the food chain again!

Zhao Qing almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He patted this good brother and winked: "Brother, come on!"

Du Ya was dumbfounded.

The ghost baby lived up to their expectations, leading them along the corridor all the way, finally stopped, and pulled up on the ground.

Blood dripped from his body, and gradually, chains dyed red emerged on the ground.

"It's very similar to the chains on the statue." Xie Changli said, after confirming that the things inside the statue could protect the booklet, he took out a little and dripped it on it.

The pattern of two overlapping hexagrams emerged on the chain, one after another along the long chain, lighting up, as if it could breathe.

Xie Changli raised his head and found that the chain was not just the one on the ground. To be precise, there were chains with Mr. Rigg's logo on the walls of the corridor, on the ceiling of the corridor, and around them.

Countless chains are intertwined and intertwined in this house, like gnarled tree roots, and the center of everything is the statue of the suffering god with compassion for all living beings with soft light.

It's like Mr. Rigg forging chains to imprison the gods in this sinful manor in a specific way, Xie Changli thought.

The ghost baby wept softly, and the blood condensed tears fell on the chain with his movements.

The chains shook accordingly, and the ground trembled slightly, and then opened to both sides in front of them, revealing a long staircase leading all the way to the bottom of the idol.

The smell of blood mixed with other stains came over his face, Xie Changli frowned rarely, and turned his head to greet his hesitant teammates: "It should be here, let's go."

In the silence, apart from the footsteps of teammates, everyone could also hear the sound of crawling in the darkness in the distance.

Shaking lights illuminate the road ahead, and chains with imprints hang down from the ceiling. On both sides of the road are cages that only allow people to curl up and live in them, and they are already empty now.

Blood is almost the most common decoration on the wall, or splattered patterns, like someone whose throat was cut here, or bloody handprints one after another, like someone who was weakly pressed on the wall.

The skeleton of the corpse placed beside Xie Changli began to let out a long whimper: "This should be the place where those skeletons in the woods died."

He Xiaotong's heart sank: "It's also the place where Mrs. O conducts experiments and prepares for reincarnation. Those experimental products that I don't know where they got should have been executed."

There was the sound of chains dragging in the distance, and the already restless ghost baby rushed out like an arrow from the string.

"We've found someone, follow up!" Xie Changli was the first to take a step forward, walking quickly with a cane.

Before they arrived at the scene, they heard the crying of ghost babies and smelled a fresh and terrifying smell of blood.

Xie Changli realized that the elder daughter's condition might be very bad.

The same is true.

What appeared in front of them was a barely human body thrown on the ground like a rag, covered in blood. The whip used for torture was still set aside, dripping wetly with blood.

He Xiaotong was the first to go up for the first aid check, but when she raised her sharp chin, which was as sharp as Mrs. O's, she stopped and said in a low voice: "Third degree burns, someone poured hot oil from her mouth and deprived her of food." and the ability to speak."

The chains hanging from the ceiling began to move, and the low-pitched sound of the machine's operation appeared above their heads.

Lightning appeared at Zhao Qing's fingertips: "Trap!"

"No," Xie Changli pressed his shoulders and looked up at the ceiling, "The sound of the mechanism has stopped now, because the statue has switched to the reincarnation of a bird."

Almost the moment he finished speaking, a sharp bird song rang out!