What is it like to be misunderstood as a murderer all the time?

One night, a man wearing a white coat covered in blood, carrying a horrifying serrated knife on his shoulder, and holding two bloody heads came up to you and emphasized that he is a good person, but it’s just a big night. Go out for a walk dressed like this, can you believe it?

I believe you a ghost!

Zhang Lin's mind went blank, flashed across the chainsaw horror, Black Friday, moonlight panic, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Flower of Hope and other high-energy famous scenes, no, what the hell is the last one!

The other party seemed to realize something, looked at the serrated knife in his hand, and immediately explained, "So you are worried about this, actually... As a medical school dropout, I carry a serrated knife over [-] centimeters with me, right? Is it a normal thing?"

"Ah? You said the head in my hand, oh, two perverted killers came over just now and said that they would put down their butcher knives and change their minds. They also said that they wanted to be a teacher to educate the next generation. They asked me if there were any vacancies in the medical school. , I thought about it carefully, and only the sacred and honorable position of general teacher is left. So is there any problem if I send them to be general teachers?"

"Hey, don't run away, I haven't finished explaining yet! In fact, the bloody handprint on the white coat is indeed the murderer's blood, so it's okay."

Seeing the crew members who were crying for their father and mother, stumbled and fled, Su Zhao sighed, "Oh, the young people these days don't have the mental capacity to bear it at all. I'd better inform the crew in person."

He had already inquired about the behind-the-scenes conspiracy of this killing game from two perverted killers. When the police couldn't arrive in time, he had to stop the massacre of the killers.

Before taking two steps, he stopped suddenly, looked down, thought carefully, and felt that his outfit might scare the other party, so he took out a badge of Peppa Pig from his backpack , pinned to the breast pocket of the white coat.He specially wiped the blood on it with his hands, and said confidently, "In this way, they should believe that I'm not some kind of perverted murderer."

……

The pitch-black old wooden door was pushed open a gap, and five pale and skinny fingers protruded from the dark gap, gently clasping the door, and then a bloodless pale face emerged from the dark, dilapidated hut. The skinny woman dragging a sickle stepped across the threshold with her bare feet, and stepped on the soft mud, leaving deep and shallow footprints, as well as a line of traces dragged by the sickle, which continued to spread outside.

A tall and strong man with a sledgehammer appeared at the intersection. The two of them looked at each other and walked slowly towards the dark sky illuminated by the bonfire.

The silent woman suddenly spoke, and said in a low voice, "It's so quiet today."

The man standing beside nodded, and said in a low voice, "Yes, there are no people on the street, it's completely different from before."

"..."

Realizing that I seemed to trigger some terrible flag, there was another dead silence, and after a few seconds, a faint voice came, "I don't know why, my DNA seems to be moving... ..."

"Me too, I always feel that there will be some famous scene next."

Click.

There was the sound of a branch being stepped on behind them, and the two of them stopped walking at the same time. Their hearts became tense in an instant, because there was a chill down their spines from behind.

It was like being watched by a tiger behind him, and he couldn't wait to tear himself open and eat him alive.The sound of rustling footsteps was getting closer and closer, the two mustered up their courage, and turned their heads at the same time, a mysterious figure appeared behind him, holding a simple long knife in his hand, with countless wriggling tentacles extending from the handle, almost His hands were firmly connected to the knife.The blade had a cold luster, and behind the face covered by the actor's mask was a pair of red eyes full of hatred.

"It turned out to be my own."

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief by coincidence. Just as they were about to take a step forward, the other party rushed over and chopped off the sickle woman's head.

The head drew an arc in mid-air, and finally landed on the ground. There was a look of surprise on the thin and pale face, as if he had never thought of it until his death, and he would directly attack himself.

"The feeling of killing is so refreshing, hehe, I have been shooting bloody horror movies for so many years, and I have never experienced such a refreshing feeling."

The scarlet tongue stuck out from the pale mask, lightly licked the blood on it, looked at the frightened man who took two steps back, and said with a sneer, "It's your turn next."

"Tonight, I'm going to kill all the killers and crew members."

……

There is a huge danger lurking in the dead village, and the director who left has never returned. Uneasy emotions finally broke out in the circle, and everyone clamored to go to rest. The crawler broke into the venue, his face was covered with mud, and his arms were still bleeding.

The sudden intrusion of the guest caused commotion at the banquet, and everyone involuntarily took a few steps back to keep a distance from him.Only he was terrified and grabbed a nearby man, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Help, help me, someone is going to kill a perverted killer!"

"Someone wants to kill a perverted killer? Is there such a good thing to do for the people? I have to give him a Gotham Good Citizen Award."

After hearing these words, everyone was at a loss, thinking that the man in front of them was already nervous to the point of incoherent speech.But he didn't expect the shrill and short wailing sounds to be heard one after another in the dark village behind him.

"coming."

The expression on the man's face was distorted with horror, "He, he's coming!"

The figure of the weird figure in the shadows gradually emerged and caught everyone's eyes.A long knife with a cold light was still dripping blood, and he looked unkindly at everyone present.

"director?"

Although the strange man was wearing a mask, he could still tell from his attire that it was Director Wen who had been missing from the beginning. He didn't expect this to be the unexpected surprise he was talking about.

"No, I'm not the director."

The other party let out a weird grin, and raised his dead head in his hands, "I am the butcher of the mountain village."

There was a dead silence in the place, and the collective lost their voices, only the crackling and crackling of dry wood bursting in the fire.

Originally thought it would shock everyone present, but someone said, "I understand."

The studio supervisor showed an expression of enlightenment, opened his mouth to break the dead silence, and said suddenly, "Actually, the director's intention is to let us experience the atmosphere in the horror film more personally, so that we can devote ourselves to the shooting, right? ? Everyone, take your notes and write it down."

After a moment of silence under the mask, Director Wen raised the long knife in his hand and stabbed it into the abdomen of the studio supervisor.

"I have put up with you idiot for a long time."

Chapter 160 Of course I am a victim!

The blade penetrated deep into the abdomen, and blood immediately flowed out from the open wound.The studio supervisor covered his stomach, and slowly gave a thumbs up, "Okay, as expected of the director, but the director, the pain from your prop is very real, I feel a little pain, and the bleeding can't stop, can you help me?" Shall I call an ambulance? I don't think I can handle it anymore."

"I'll go to you."

Director Wen kicked him to the ground, slowly pulled out the long knife in his abdomen, and swung it, blood splashed on the ground, splashing blood all over the place.Staring fiercely at the half-dead victim in front of him, a nameless anger suddenly surged in his heart, as if he heard the endless wailing and pain of the victim who died tragically under the blade, he raised the knife and slammed at the victim He chopped down, and cursed angrily while chopping, "What the hell, you still talk so much of this nonsense, you will die!"

After chopping the other party into a bloody corpse, he let out a long sigh of relief, slowly turned his neck, and made a soothing sound of bone cracking.He spat at the corpse on the ground.

"Pooh."

The bloody granulation protruding from the handle of the knife has completely integrated with his arm, sucking the flesh continuously.His eyes gradually became crazy.

The bloody killing caused the first screams in the night, and the crowd immediately panicked, wanting to flee in panic, but the director rushed into the crowd without saying a word, grabbed the lead actress by the neck, and threw She picked it up.

The other party screamed desperately in horror, but was interrupted by Director Wen, who said in a cold voice, "I have put up with you bastards for a long time, you, yes, especially you, you need talent, you need acting skills No acting skills, what else can you do except hype traffic and buy drafts all day long, aside from these, you are just a waste of traffic, and you still want to hide the rules? I cheat your mother! Just you want to be the best actor in Cannes, so go ahead and be your spring and autumn dream .”

After finishing speaking, he stabbed the opponent's lower abdomen with a sharp knife, ignored the actress who was still screaming and begging for mercy, and directly threw her aside to wait for death.

Then the director's eyes turned to the photographer who bumped into him like a headless chicken, and an unknown fire surged deep in his heart, and he vented all the anger that had been squeezed over the years.He grabbed the opponent's hair and pinned him directly to the ground.

He stomped on a few feet angrily, cursing while stomping, "What the hell, you've always been fishing when you're told to make serious movies, and the shots you shoot are all kind of stuff, and you're more active in making porn movies part-time than anyone else, Why don't you go to Japan to develop if you are so hung up?"

The red-eyed director Wen didn't notice at all. As his killing continued to escalate, a strange and terrifying figure in costume gradually appeared behind him. There was a faint dotted line on his hands and feet, connecting to the opponent's wrist and ankle It's like a marionette being manipulated.

The terrified film crew ran wildly while crying and screaming. There were miserable corpses along the way, staring at the remaining escaped survivors.

They kept pressing their mobile phone numbers, only to find that they were never in the service area. The mountain village seemed to have become a snowstorm villa, and they were the victims who fled to survive.

……

"What about people?"

"Where did so many people die just now?"

Su Zhao looked at the empty bonfire party and froze in place for a moment. He observed messy footprints on the ground, a lot of blood stains and two dying people who were seriously injured to the point of dying. He probably guessed the script just now.

Zhao Ya knelt down, checked the victim's injuries, and said with a serious expression, "They must be sent to the hospital as soon as possible. A terrible massacre just happened here. Could it be that the perverted killer has already killed him? But It's not time to act now, is it?"

Mr. Chen was also baffled, but at this moment he saw Su Zhao take off his blood-stained white coat, and throw all of them into his hands together with the serrated knife and the human skin mask.

He looked at the props in his hand suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "Boss, what is this?"

"Put it on. From now on, you will pretend to be a perverted killer and sneak into their team to see if you can find any clues. Don't worry, I will follow you in secret."

"I go?"

Mr. Chen was stunned, and was just about to say no, but after thinking about Su Zhao's bloody performance before, he abruptly held back the second half of his sentence.

"Okay, I'll go and I'll go."

He put on the white coat with great reluctance, grabbed the slightly heavy serrated knife, and asked cautiously, "But I don't look like a perverted killer, do I?"

Mr. Chen dragged the serrated knife and walked towards the darkness cautiously. While humming softly to encourage himself with two tigers, he tried his best to control his eyes and sneak peeks into the dark and gloomy alleys on both sides without being overly curious. , afraid of seeing something horrible that shouldn't be seen in the next second.

"help me……"

"The director, the director is the villain..."

The sudden cry for help startled Mr. Chen. He turned his head and saw a guy covered in blood staggering towards this side behind him, and finally fell to the ground as if he was exhausted, leaving a trail behind him. Scary bloodstain mark.At this time, someone was humming a ditty softly at the corner, and Director Wen, who was soaked in blood all over his body, appeared under the moonlight, smiling horribly at Mr. Chen.

Why is there another colleague here?

Mr. Chen's Adam's apple rolled, and he suppressed his fear and forced out an ugly smile to say hello, "Yo, director, what a coincidence, you're killing people too?"

"Die, die, die!"

At this time, Director Wen's eyes were blood red, and it seemed that only the most instinctive desire to kill remained in his head. His demeanor and behavior looked like a puppet on a string, controlled by an invisible big hand, brandishing a knife, Mr. Chaochen coming in the direction.

Suddenly, a hand patted on Dao Wen's shoulder, grabbing it firmly.A muffled voice came from behind.

"Unexpectedly, the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole are behind, no wonder even the murderer hiding in the village has disappeared. It turns out that Director Wen is directing and acting in a good show behind the scenes. Your superb acting skills are probably killing the filmmaker. The factory and crew have been fooled."

Director Wen, who had almost lost most of his sanity, turned his head, the corner of his mouth was still drooling, showing a hint of confusion.

But the guy in the rubber raincoat in front of him made the thing hiding behind and manipulating Wen Dao's murderous instinct feel a little bit of danger.

"Who are you……"

"I?"

Su Zhao lifted the raincoat, took out the [blood-stained chainsaw] from inside, pulled the chain rope of the diesel engine, and said with a sneer, "Of course I am the victim."

Chapter 160 IX I Want to Play a Death Game with You

Director Wen, who was about to lose his mind and became a killing tool, regained a touch of charm in his eyes at this time, as if his reason had returned briefly, and he muttered to himself, "You are not right..."

Su Zhao frowned, looked at himself left and right, frowned and said, "There is something wrong with me, my whole body is covered in blood, I have no strength to restrain a chicken, only a small chainsaw, a pitiful and helpless self-protection weapon, am I not A victim?"

Director Wen only felt that his blood pressure was in his height, and he clenched the handle of the knife in his hand, and finally couldn't help letting out an angry roar, "...you call this big guy over [-] centimeters a little chainsaw?"

Su Zhaoli asked bluntly, "Mr. Wang who lives next door is 1.8 meters tall and weighs [-] catties with a beard.

Director Wen was silent.

The chainsaw made piercing death noises, and the densely packed human faces emerged from the sarcoma on his arm, showing a frightened expression, as if struggling desperately inside his body, the skin all over his body began to bulge, and each one seemed frightened Want to get out of his body.The muscles all over the director's body continued to swell, the bones made a loud clicking sound, the shirt he was wearing was torn, and the few hairs fell down one after another. Finally, his bald head reflected the luster of a duck's egg under the moonlight .

The whole body exudes an aura of a strong man.

"I'm bald..."

The director waved the chopping knife casually, showing a ferocious smile, "It also became... stronger."

"Let's start with you."

The blade in his hand pointed at Mr. Chen, and an evil sneer was drawn on the corner of his mouth, "It's an honor to die under my blade, what's your name?"

Mr. Chen's palms were already wet with tension, he clenched his teeth, tried not to tremble in his tone, and said his name softly.

"Mr. Chen."

"Mr. Chen, right? Okay, then you..."

The figure who was about to make a move was stunned when he heard the name, froze in place, and repeated the name in his mouth.

"Mr. Chen?"

The flustered eyes glanced back and forth on the bloody white coat and the human leather face mask, the more they looked at it, the more permeating it became, and the entangled resentment seemed to recall the scene they least wanted to think of.

"You are Mr. Chen?"

Director Wen asked again, and the flat blade began to tremble slightly. He didn't make a move, but just took a deep look at the other party, took a deep breath, and when everyone was defenseless, he turned around in one go. run.

Mr. Chen froze on the spot, before he even figured out what happened, the monster standing in front of him just now disappeared without a trace.

Su Zhao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, Mr. Chen, it's our turn to hunt that monster."

"Billy the Doll should be ready to catch the net."

……

A look of despair and fear flashed across Director Wen's face.

damn!

Why is this horrible perverted killer here!

Instinctive fear made him run forward, never running so fast in his life.All the incomplete memories in my mind gathered a man with cold eyes sitting on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​corpses.

The familiar village seemed to have become strange, full of terror and crisis everywhere, he stumbled to the location of the ancestral hall, instinctively wanted to go to the basement to hide, he rushed into the basement of the small black house, and took the iron from the inside. The door was locked, and a few more locks were added, and the door was firmly blocked with a heavy object. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and knelt silently in the dark underground prison.

"Huh~huh~ I finally survived."

At this time, Director Wen seemed to have regained a little bit of sanity, and was going to hide here temporarily to wait for the dawn.

Obviously he was the perverted murderer who hunted and killed, but instead he hid shiveringly in a dark corner like an innocent victim who got the wrong script.

No, there must be something wrong!