Deep in the Living

Chapter 226 Photography and Girls

In the dark basement filled with hanging limbs.

The camera with a damaged lens was thrown on the edge, with several neuron-like wire structures hanging at the roots. Judging from the broken parts, it must have been torn off by brute force.

The photographer, Lotus, a two-meter-tall killer who had killed dozens of posters, had fallen to the ground. His limbs were cut off and he was hung in the basement like these victims.

The blood spread out in all directions with his body as the center.

Dense and large in quantity.

Because the camera tissue in the right brain was destroyed in advance, everything that happened here could not be recorded and no one knew about it.

The strong physical fitness makes this steel wire killer still have a trace of breath.
With his only remaining left eye, he stared at the masked "fellow" in front of him.

He thought it would be an evenly matched fight among the same kind, and he had even imagined how he would use killing techniques and tightrope to fight.

But after the actual fight, he was completely defeated in less than fifteen minutes.

His so-called killing skills were completely useless against the person in front of him.

The opponent is superior to him in terms of physical fitness, reaction speed and killing power.

The most important thing is that the [Steel Wire] that he was proud of, which was also the strongest killing method given to him by the corner, was completely ineffective in front of the opponent.

The opponent's left arm seemed to be able to create a metal structure that was far superior to the steel wire.

"you……"

Just as the blood-choked mouth was about to speak, the butcher knife cut off its entire jaw and tongue.

Rody's eyes were filled with disgust and determination.

A hand also reached into the brain through the broken jaw and took out the pituitary gland inside.

This is a delicate pituitary gland with a mirror-like surface and steel-wire-like blood vessels inside. Corresponding to the relevant characteristics of photography, it is also a mature pituitary gland and is of high value.

Rody thought that such a unique killer pituitary gland might have other uses.

Roddy did not release his fear and ingest his pituitary gland like he did the first time in the park.

This time he was purely committing physical killing, executing the wicked and rejecting his inferior kind, without replenishing his own pituitary gland.

This behavior made the metal spine on my back squirm with joy.

When the spine tried to convey information to the real hell, the signal was blocked by the gray tentacles that ran through the cervical vertebrae.

Grasp the pituitary gland in the palm of your left hand and squeeze it gently.

【Structure of torture instruments】

A more refined and simpler miniature iron virgin was constructed to house and preserve the pituitary gland.

Rody had no intention of staying. He turned and left without even looking at the corpse, leaving this basement full of malice and killing.

Return to the rental house and complete the reply.

Looking at the completion notification that popped up and the 180 fear beans he had earned, Rody did not rush to open the mall to start shopping like he did last time. Instead, he got up and went to the bathroom.

He poured cold water over his body, trying to dispel the heat in his body and make the red veins in his eyeballs fade away.

His fingers twitched slightly during the process.

"This... is so cool..."

It's completely different from the feeling of trying your best to defeat the monster incarnation on the resort island.

This is not a tragic or desperate battle, but a killing experience.

He personally went to the murderer's apartment, watched his murder video, and became his prey for a while when he was fully involved in the murder. He eventually led the murderer to the basement.

This unforgivable murderer, whose whole body is filled with evil, was executed on the spot, crushing him with absolute dominance.

This sense of participation gave Rody great self-satisfaction, while also satisfying his desire to kill. He felt that he was one step closer to becoming a "murderer."

Most importantly, it feels very comfortable to peel off this tumor, just like using tweezers to remove a huge blackhead buried deep in the skin.

"Next time, don't be so willful. Focus on the growth of your pituitary gland."

Bathing is over.

When Luo Di, wearing only a pair of shorts, walked back to the bedroom, he suddenly noticed a detail. The coat hanging on the hanger seemed to have slight wrinkles, as if it had been touched by someone.

It wasn’t that there were outsiders in the house, but for another reason.

Rody quickly took out the miniature iron virgin from his pocket, put away the torture instrument and displayed the pituitary gland, slowly approaching the button camera on the collar.

really,

A magnetic pulling force is created between the two.

The closer they are, the greater the traction, and there seems to be a high degree of match between the two.

Roddy did not stop the process, but released his fingers and allowed the pituitary gland to stick to it.

The moment the pituitary gland touches the button, thin cable-like structures immediately grow out and completely wrap the entire button.

Not only that, this wire-like cable structure continues to spread throughout the coat.

The whole process took about half an hour.

A leather windbreaker of the same style as the apartment killer appeared.

A new "corner prop" was created.

Compared to the original coat, it is thicker and more intimidating, and it also exudes a murderous intent.

Completely different from the Investigator's coat.

Such a coat is more suitable for Rody who needs to hide his identity now, and is also more suitable for Rody who needs to play the role of a murderer, or in other words, more suitable for [D].

"Not only the camera, but also the clothes have changed?"

Rody quickly put on his coat. He had just taken a shower and was not wearing any clothes, so he let the coat touch his skin directly.

really,

The moment of contact,
The pseudo-human consciousness that resided in it and had not yet completely dissipated wanted to invade his body. Thin cables and steel wires wanted to drill through his skin and invade Roddy's brain.

Next second,
As a flash of gray passed by,
All these cables and wires were retracted into the suit, and the whole outfit became extremely "honest", and the remaining consciousness was almost instantly completely emptied by the gray fear.

As Rody carefully felt the coat, his eyes gradually widened.

“What a great thing!!”

This corner-like item not only enhances the killer's aura, but also allows the cables to connect to the visual nerves, giving Rody's eyes the ability to [camera].

It has become more convenient than the previous button camera.

The most perverted thing is,
As Luo Di subjectively turned on the visual recording and finished recording the bedroom in front of him, data cables with various interfaces actually grew out of the pockets of his clothes, which could be used to upload the video to different electronic devices.

Even Rody couldn't help but give a thumbs up to this function.

"I really came to the right place, Moon City..."

……

Half an hour ago, almost when Rody just returned home.

Across the street from the abandoned apartment,
A fat leg in pink stockings appeared under the street light, walking across the street in a pair of fully stretched white shoes, and entering the door of an apartment that already smelled of blood.

open the door,
Looking for taste,
Go up the basement stairs.

Stepping on the blood that still retains its warmth but has become somewhat sticky,
Looking at the photographer's body which had been cut into a human stick and his jaw was completely shattered.

"Lotus... the guy who was fired actually died in a place like this~ What a waste."

The fat legs were raised and dropped heavily, crushing the body further.

"However, the smell that remains here, the smell of killing, is quite strong! This is not something that a waste like Lotus can possess. Great, great!"

The plump thighs danced in the sticky blood, falling into an almost crazy joy.

Maybe it was too late, maybe she was too excited, or maybe she had been prepared for this.

After a strange dance,
The "girl" fell asleep directly in a pool of sticky blood, and felt that her fat palm was holding a person, a sculpture condensed from blood that looked like a killer.

Pushing the camera outside the apartment, there are even bursts of strange noises coming from the basement.

(End of this chapter)