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

Su Zhao nodded, and said with a serious expression, "Okay, Master Wang surnamed Huang."

"It's Master Huang, who makes yellow yellow."

After Master Huang corrected Su Zhao's pronunciation, he led him through the assembly line.The iron hooks around were covered with carcasses of livestock, and they were still swaying. While looking at the dead pigs on both sides, Su Zhao said with emotion, "I have to say, these pigs hanging on the It reminds me of the collection of perverted killers I saw before, and the victims were hung on hooks to dry after being disemboweled."

"..."

Master Huang, who was walking in front, suddenly became excited. The casual tone of the young man and the sound of metal clashing in the backpack behind him gave him an ominous premonition.

"Wow, these domestic animals look cute and cute. It's the miserable screams that make me think of the victims caught by the perverted killers. You can see their desperate eyes waiting to die, and the victims before they die. How similar."

Su Zhao gently stroked the animal's head, and wiped the tears from the corner of his mouth sympathetically.

The butcher stopped suddenly, looked at the young man behind him with complicated eyes, and after hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "Although I know it might be presumptuous to ask, young man, didn't you sneak out of the mental hospital? "

"how is this possible."

Su Zhao said seriously, "I always feel that the patients in the mental hospital are not as serious as me."

Isn't that more dangerous? I am.

Master Huang brought Su Zhao to the slaughter room. Resisting the urge to complain, he pointed to the various knives on the table and said, "Let's do it. If you are qualified, I will consider recruiting you."

Su Zhao walked to the table, selected various dazzling props on it for a while, thought carefully for a while, and finally shook his head.

Master Huang showed a look of disappointment on his face. He was just talking to himself for so long just now, but he was discouraged when it came to the actual hands-on operation.

As a result, the other party turned around and said silently, "Master Huang, it seems that the pig-killing tools here are not very good?"

Not very good?

The muscles on Master Huang's face twitched a little, because he knew that when the other party said these words, there were often bigger surprises staring at him.

Sure enough, the other party opened the zipper of the backpack, and then slowly pulled out a chainsaw from it, the sharp and sharp edges gleamed coldly.After pulling the saw rope, there was a death noise, and the pigs behind were frightened and ran wildly, as if aware of the threat of death.

Holding the chainsaw, Su Zhao slowly walked towards the shivering pig. Before that, he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Master Huang, will you throw up when you slaughter a pig?"

As soon as he heard that his professional level was questioned, Master Huang immediately became upset, and raised his voice to retort, "Crazy, which butcher would vomit when killing pigs?"

"That's good."

Su Zhao showed a "kind" smile, and said slowly, "The next scene may be more bloody."

After a few minutes.

boom.

The door of the slaughter room was knocked open, and Master Huang stumbled out of it, rushed to the trash can in one go, stuck his head in the trash can, and vomited crazily.

"Yuck~"

After throwing up all the bile for a long time, Master Huang stood up and took a deep breath. Su Zhao, covered in blood, came out from inside, holding a bloody pig's head in his hand.He shook off the blood stains on the chainsaw and asked, "Master Huang, what do you think of my performance?"

Master Huang gave a thumbs up, nodded affirmatively, took a few deep breaths and calmed down, and said, "You have had an interview, but I still suggest you go upstairs to see a psychiatrist."

"There is a psychiatrist in the slaughterhouse?"

Su Zhao was also stunned. He didn't expect that there are so many doorways hidden in the seemingly ordinary slaughterhouse.Soon he was brought to the Human Resources Department by Master Huang to sign a contract, officially becoming a butcher in the slaughterhouse.

The expressions of the surrounding employees looking at the newcomers are a bit strange, they are all hesitating to speak.Su Zhao didn't speak, but silently moved the slaughtered pork into the cold storage.One of the employees will quietly pull Su Zhao aside, and whispered, "You are crazy, why do you dare to work in the slaughterhouse now? Don't you know that this place is very evil?"

In the cold freezer, the expression on the slaughterhouse employee's face was as serious as a piece of unmelted ice.

"Evil door?"

Su Zhao pretended to be ignorant of Mengxin, scratched his head, and asked weakly, "I don't know, how evil is it?"

"Have you heard the news about the inexplicable suicide of an employee in our slaughterhouse recently?"

"Ah, the one you said."

Su Zhao nodded seriously, "I know, what's wrong?"

He said with a serious expression, "Actually, that person didn't commit suicide. He discovered something, was killed, and finally pretended to commit suicide. The police said that after an on-site investigation, he entered the cold storage alone and never came out again." .Finally frozen to death in it, but the truth is definitely not like this. Our slaughterhouse will be closed at night. Even if the work is not finished, it must be kept until the next day. There was an employee who came back to pick up something because it was left in the slaughterhouse. As a result, he went crazy the next day and was sent to a mental hospital for treatment. Yes, it was the mental hospital that was set on fire a while ago. So we suspect that there are some shady and dirty transactions in the slaughterhouse, maybe On the surface it looks like a slaughterhouse, but at night, it’s a big bird bar..."

"Cough cough."

Master Huang coughed behind him, and the employee who was talking to him immediately shut his mouth, stopped talking, and went out silently to carry the frozen meat.

Su Zhao walked to the door silently, but was suddenly stopped by Master Huang.

"Wait, the supervisor wants to meet you, a new employee."

Chapter 170 Ask Mr. Chen to Help Play the Perverted Killer

The supervisor wants to see me so soon?

Su Zhao was taken aback for a moment, he didn't even remember how good he was just now, since he had never been to the Central Academy of Drama, he was acting purely by instinct, the ghost knows what the supervisor really likes about him.

But he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Master Huang to the supervisor's office.While thinking about what the other party will do.

In fact, his every move in the slaughterhouse just now was recorded by surveillance video.The supervisor looked at Su Zhao who was raising a chainsaw on the screen, chasing and slaughtering livestock in all directions, feeling complicated and silent.

Silently extinguishing the cigarette butt that was about to burn out in his hand in the ashtray, he turned off the TV and fell into deep thought.

He had never seen anyone who could turn a pig killing scene into a bloody scene like this guy.It seemed that each of them was not a domestic animal, but a living victim.

Whoever kills a pig will have a cheerful expression on his face!

He had observed countless perverted killers before, and they only showed this expression when they persecuted their victims.

Combined with all the previous signs, it can't be wrong, this person must be a perverted murderer!

Slowly sucking in a breath of air, the supervisor made a decision.

"This man is extraordinary."

After making up his mind, he told Master Huang to bring the other party over, wanting to meet this mysterious newcomer in person.

The door of the office was opened, and Master Huang led Su Zhao in, then backed out and closed the door.

The supervisor folded his hands and held his chin, and said calmly, "I have seen everything that happened in the slaughterhouse before. You are indeed a skilled and excellent employee, but... I am a little curious, before you... "

The supervisor lowered his voice and said slowly, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

The other party froze for a moment, lowered his head and remained silent.The supervisor also noticed that his question was abrupt, and quickly explained, "I didn't mean that, I meant..."

"Shh."

Su Zhao slowly put his fingers on his lips, made a serious expression, and said slowly, "Don't make noise, I'm counting the number of victims."

"what?"

When the supervisor heard this sentence, he was instantly intimidated.He guessed that the other party might have killed someone, but never thought that this was a murderous maniac.The aura of the young man in front of him changed in vain, and he said calmly, "It seems that there are too many... I can't count them all."

The director's heart skipped a beat, "Can't count?"

Su Zhao said impatiently, "Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten? Supervisor."

The supervisor's hands were trembling slightly. He had observed countless perverted murderers, but he had never encountered such a pure villain who had no bottom line.Even at that moment, a thought that popped up in his mind was, would he kill him?

After thinking for a moment, the supervisor asked slowly, "If I give you a chance to do whatever you want, will you take it?"

Su Zhao frowned and asked, "Do whatever you want?"

"On the surface we are a slaughterhouse, but in fact we are a secret killer organization."

The director said word by word, "You will never imagine how powerful our organization is in Wuzhou City. If we want someone to disappear secretly, he will never appear again. In Wuzhou City, our organization It is the king. And we still have a lot of unknown methods in our hands."

After Su Zhao thought for a moment, he said slowly, "Do I have to agree to join your organization, otherwise I will have no chance to walk out of your office alive?"

"What do you think? Our organization will never allow secrets to be leaked. I have already laid out the words. If you don't agree..."

The supervisor's Adam's apple rolled. In fact, he was not sure whether the other party would agree to his request. His palms were a little wet with nervousness, regretting his recklessness and impulsiveness.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of contemplation, the other party nodded slowly and said, "I agree."

"You promised?"

The director let out a long sigh of relief, feeling lucky to survive the catastrophe.Immediately, he opened the drawer, took out a wanted portrait from inside, placed it in front of Su Zhao, pointed to the portrait on it, and said seriously, "You should pay special attention to this person."

Su Zhao took a glance, and found that the person in the portrait was wearing a black sweater and carrying a huge backpack on his back. Except for the terrifying scars on his face that looked like a centipede and the fierce and ferocious face, he didn't resemble him at all. place.

Su Zhao asked softly, "This is?"

"The killer hunter in Wuzhou is the most dangerous existence for a killer."

When this person was mentioned, the director's voice trembled a little, "Remember this face, this person is a perverted killer in Wuzhou City. Many outstanding killers have been folded in this person's hands. It's terrible. Now the whole Wuzhou City is full of rumors and panic. Many murderers either voluntarily surrendered to eat the country's food in their next life, or went away and never came back. God knows if this person will be in Wuzhou City on a whim someday Tired of playing, go directly abroad to persecute perverted killers abroad."

"..."

"Although he has the highest reward now, no one dares to accept this order, and no one has seen it."

Su Zhao never expected that his reputation would be so notorious among the perverted killers in Wuzhou City. No wonder he has been living in peace, and even got his own appearance wrong.

Su Zhao frowned, and asked softly, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"Although all the killers who have seen his true face are dead, this picture is based on the testimony and intelligence of all witnesses, and there is absolutely no mistake."

After Su Zhao pondered for a moment, he whispered, "If I can catch this person."

"What? Can you catch him?"

The director's eyes widened, and even his voice trembled a little. For some reason, he even had an illusion deep in his heart.Only this man can rival that murderous wild hunter.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "This is your first mission. If you can kill him, the organization will personally send someone over. This is your chance to enter the upper echelon."

After taking over the task at once, Su Zhao came out of the office, took the photo in his hand and sent it to Mr. Chen.

Soon Mr. Chen replied with three question marks.

???

"What is this?"

Mr. Chen across the street soon received a text message that he almost had a cardiopulmonary arrest.

"I would like to ask Mr. Chen to make up like this tonight, and help me play the role of a perverted murderer."

Chapter 170 Nine I Believe From the Beginning?

The blood stains remaining in the gaps of the mosaic tiles on the ground were diluted by the water, and slowly moved toward the depths along the mouth of the sewer pipe, making a gurgling sound, and the echo was drawn into the sewer pipe, followed by the smell of blood in the air gradually Disperse.Then the running machine stopped, and the iron hooks on the assembly line were still swaying, making crisp sounds when touched left and right.

The lights in the slaughterhouse gradually dimmed, and the workers took off their overalls and prepared to leave after get off work.The glaring lights overhead gradually faded away, shrouding the entire slaughterhouse in darkness and dead silence.

The sound of machines running and the tragic wailing of livestock slaughtering made the slaughterhouse sound like a quiet grave all day long, except for the ticking sound of the blood on the iron hook falling to the ground.

The door was slowly closed, and the dark night shrouded the slaughterhouse, adding a strange and mysterious color.

The last bus that passed the slaughterhouse was slowly moving forward. At this time, there was only the last passenger left on the bus. However, Lao Yang did not have the slightest relaxation and joy before leaving get off work, but was highly nervous.

The anxious bus driver Lao Yang kept looking at the mysterious passengers behind him through the rearview mirror.

From the moment he got on the bus, the bus driver, Lao Yang, noticed that the passenger with a heavy backpack and a hood on his head had hideous scars all over his face.It coincides with the classic villain image that appeared in the movie with many murders.At first, Lao Yang thought that he was overthinking, but gradually, he realized that something was not quite right.

Holding a piece of paper in his hand, he kept mumbling about something.It wasn't until the night became more and more quiet that only the noise of tires rolling on the road remained, that Lao Yang could clearly hear what the other party was beeping softly.After hearing what the other party said, he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

"That's right, I killed those people..."

"I will kill you later..."

"Ahem, my voice should be lower."

Mr. Chen cleared his throat, and said in a hoarse and deep voice, "No one can get out of here alive tonight."

The bus driver Lao Yang's heart skipped a beat, as if sitting behind him was this perverted murderer who was stalking him, preparing for the death declaration at hand.

"Nian, young man, are you an actor?"

Lao Yang swallowed his saliva, and encouraged himself, "I'm still reciting lines at such a late hour."

"what?"

Mr. Chen raised his head, with a blank expression on his face, then he seemed to think of something, nodded quickly, followed the other person's words, so as not to be misunderstood, and said seriously, "Ah, yes, master, I am a third-rate actor , there will be a scene tomorrow, asking me to play a crazy perverted murderer. I am so timid, a boy who dare not eat shit, where did I raise this kind of character, so I will come out early at night to find out the feeling. Oh By the way, master, stop at the slaughterhouse bus stop later. I'll go there."

"well."

It turned out to be an actor.

The restless and nervous driver Lao Yang finally eased up, and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. He didn't expect that he would be intimidated by an actor, and it was funny to think about it.

zizi.

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie placed next to the bus driver rang, and the deep voice of a colleague came from inside.