Deep in the Living

Chapter 341 Prisoner

A corridor like in a company or hospital,
Zizizi!
On the gray-white wall, there were fluorescent tubes hanging every five meters. The corners of the iron lampshades had rusted brown spots. The ballasts emitted buzzing sounds like old radios.

The square white tiles on the wall skirt had long turned yellow, dark green moss condensed on the seams, and in a few broken cement gaps, you could still see the grass green paint that had been applied in the 1970s.

However, this passage seems a bit too long, and there are a lot of partition doors and branch roads.

A pure white figure was running here. Under the white dress, one could see a pair of pale legs and feet, with blood vessels covering the skin like marble patterns.

Above her legs and feet was a white dress, light and ethereal. One could even peek into the graceful figure under the dress through the light of the incandescent lamp, and the slightly raised body like a newly born lotus always made people daydream.

The weird thing is,
She was clearly running, and her feet were clearly in contact with the ground, but she didn't make any sound.

Under the dress, there was no girl's face as expected. Her entire face was completely covered by thick black hair.

While running quickly, his black hair would occasionally swing up, revealing a pure white eyeball filled with deathly mist.

The running speed keeps increasing,

When she reached her limit, she even crawled on all fours.

It seems to be tracking something.
It also seems like he is running away from something.

After moving quickly for a long time, her physical strength was obviously depleted and her speed slowed down.

There happened to be a bathroom in front of her, but she did not choose the women's restroom. Instead, she crawled into the men's restroom with mottled walls and a urinal full of cigarette butts.

There was still no sound leakage throughout the whole process.

She did not hide in any toilet cubicle, but crawled on the partition in the ceiling to rest for a while.

After just a five-second pause, she seemed to have recovered.

Just as she was about to leave,
Click! A pair of light pink soft leather shoes stepped on the bathroom door.

A man in a white shirt, cropped pants and a slicked-back hair walked in.

The man didn't seem to notice the woman in white hiding in the ceiling partition, and just came to the dirty sink.

Take out a piece of paper towel and place it between your fingers and the rusty faucet, then turn on the faucet which may not have been touched for several years or even decades.

Following a cry from the water pipe that sounded similar to an old man's wailing, streams of clear water flowed out.

The man seemed very satisfied with the quality of the water. While washing his hands, he also put a few scattered black hairs back into place. What was a little strange was that even though the mirror was facing him, the virtual image reflected in the mirror was always blurry.

After a little cleaning,
The man reached into his trouser pocket again, took out a few photos and placed them next to the sink.

The photo was of the woman in white, and was taken in a different area.

There is a normal standing posture of a woman in white,

There was a picture of her lying there eating,
There are also shots of her curled up in the dark and sleeping.

at the same time,

The woman in white on the ceiling had come right behind him. When she saw these photos, her hair stood on end and her black hair seemed to be floating in the air.

A tongue covered with curse marks stuck out from the black hair in front of her, and her whole body was wrapped with strange curse marks, as if the target could be cursed instantly as long as it was touched.

Her body floated in the air and slowly descended.

When he was five meters away from the man, he suddenly accelerated, dislocating his elbow in the process and making his arm longer.

Just when the finger was about to touch the other person.

click!
The shutter of the camera held in the man's hand was pressed.

There was a sound, a blinding flash of light, and then a broken ampoule, and a stream of colors poured onto the thick, glossy paper.

The man took the photo with the help of mirror reflection.

I just happened to capture the scene of the woman in white in the air.

Corresponding to the still state in the photo, the woman in white behind him is also completely trapped in the air, maintaining the same state as the photo.

Waves of curses continued to overflow, trying to break free from the restraints,
The corresponding photo also began to emit black smoke, as if the curse would corrode the photo completely.

Just when he was about to break free,
Snapped!
A rubber-gloved hand clamped tightly around her throat.

"I quite like the outdoor element of a dirty bathroom... I didn't expect you to be so good at choosing a location."

Two hours later.

A door with at least eighteen locks opened.
The TV set from the 1980s was playing a weird show, and the man with the slicked-back hair came back here, back to his residence. One hand fell on his crotch and pulled it back and forth, while the other hand held the rope.

At the other end of the rope was the woman in white. The collar was completely stuck around her neck, and seemed to be binding the pituitary gland inside.

He walked naturally through the living room holding the leash.

There are more than twenty bedrooms in front of me, which are more like prison cells than bedrooms.

There is a portrait photo nailed to the door of each bedroom, and one of them corresponds to the girl in white.

"Don't run away next time. Since you cooperated this time and chose the right location, which satisfied me enough, I will treat this as an exciting outing game.

If you run again, this room will have to be vacated, and you will end up like the sister next door."

The man fastened the rope in the corner of the room, like he was tying up a pet.

He did not leave immediately, but knelt on one knee and kissed the other person's forehead tenderly.

Because for a long time to come, he might not be interested in her. Even if it is a normal rotation, he has to wait for traces.

click!
The door was closed and chained.

The man once again used his hands to pull at the crotch of his underwear, which was obviously one size too small.

He returned to the living room area, intending to continue watching the TV program, but as soon as he sat down, the program was switched to a longer intermission commercial.

Apart from being bored.

He opened his pocket and took out a small box marked "Uncollected".

It also contains photos of young girls taken through voyeurism, each of them is a difficult target to capture but an extremely attractive target.

Since I have already vented today, I don’t feel like going out tonight and I have no interest in going out.

He looked back and forth at these not-so-clear voyeuristic photos, and some even needed licking.

He actually tasted a different flavor from one of the photos.

He stood up suddenly and looked carefully at the girl in the photo. Her blurry figure gradually became clear.

The man quickly touched the surface of the photo with his fingers, as if he could touch the delicate skin and new black hair.

The girl in the photo was Wu Wen.

Turn off the TV.
Looks like I'll need to work overtime tonight.

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[Real Hell-Synapse City, Grand Theater]

Actors' Dormitory (Luo Di)
The dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, and the monitor left the dormitory room alone. According to her, she needed to go to the studio to set up the connecting gaps in the corner space in advance.

The blush on her face quickly disappeared, her expression turned cold, and even a hint of anxiety flashed between her pupils.

Walking alone in the dormitory corridor, I soon found David's office again.

The door was already open, as if David knew she would come and had already set up a reception seat.

As the monitor took his seat, the office door was temporarily closed.

“Hawk said you were a very sensible human girl, so I didn’t kill you right away… After all, you’ve already done something that crossed the line.

Tell me, the real purpose of your elaborate plan to come to hell. "

The squad leader forced out a professional smile and said, "I am a very selfish person. I am only here for Rody and myself. Of course... after our conversation just now, I believe I can also get benefits for you.

I have already said this when I met Rody this time, that I spent a lot of money to construct an avatar to temporarily separate from the corner, find Rody and connect to hell just to get rid of a [dilemma] that I cannot handle by myself.

Mr. David's ability to explore the hellish space may resonate with my spatial ability.

So, this is what I think..."

As the squad leader spoke, the fat on David's face trembled slightly, and the curtain between his eye sockets swayed slightly.

“I see! As expected, when I was snooping into Rody’s memory, I discovered your peculiarity… You are such a dangerous and cunning creature, it would be a pity if you didn’t come to play tricks on me.

After it is done, if it really satisfies me.

I personally allow you to participate in the brain ceremony like Rody did. After all, you are also half a hell creature, so this should not be against the rules. "

(End of this chapter)