Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 186: Super Old Man vs. Scissor Killer
"Lost?"

A tall woman walked slowly in the dim corridor, the red scissors in her hand were stained with blood, blending with the red color of the pair.

She looked around as she walked, mobilizing all her senses to search for her prey, but the sense that had been firmly locked on was suddenly lost.

This is not normal. Tracking is what the killer is best at. It can be said to be a basic talent. How long has it been since she lost her prey?

This is simply a great shame and a serious violation of the aesthetics of murder.

If she knew who caused all this, she would definitely cut the culprit into pieces with scissors.

In comparison, the fact that this strange maze helped her separate Qian Lin and the bodyguard who was hiding in the dark to protect Qian Lin was not a big deal.

A murderer can only see the disadvantageous side of himself.

After all, she never took those bodyguards seriously.

As she was thinking, she suddenly smelled the fresh breath of human beings... No, the smell of freshness and decay coexisted? This smell gave her a familiar feeling. She seemed to have seen it a lot in the streets of Xinjiang recently.

When I arrived in front of a door, I heard some intense talking.

Although that was not her target, the Scissor Killer was not the kind of mysophobic killer who would set any weird rules for himself.

When she is in a bad mood, she can just find someone to kill to relieve her boredom.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on her gloomy lips, and she gently grasped the door handle and opened the door.

The door slowly opened, and a short man with shifty eyes was inside, cursing at everyone else. When he found out that the door was opened, he was the first to notice it because he was facing the door. His already ugly face turned pale in an instant.

well.

The Scissor Killer likes the fearful expressions on the fragile faces of humans when they see him.

The smile on her lips widened.

At this time, everyone in the room also noticed that the door was pushed open. The tall, ghost-like woman even had to bend down to walk into the room from outside the door. The scissors in her hand opened and closed gently, making crisp sounds.

"Scissor Killer!? Why are you here!" Lulati recognized the other party at the first moment. The characteristics of these active killers are very clear.

"What other reasons could a murderer have for his actions?" The Scissor Killer said with a sinister smile.

"You are not welcome here! This is a plan by our Changsheng Society and the Blood String Group. You should think carefully about what you are provoking!" Lu Lati appeared to be fierce but was actually weak.

Because according to his understanding, only a murderer who is not prepared to kill can think like a normal person, while a murderer who is prepared to kill and enters into his own murder logic and aesthetics usually only thinks about his own pleasure.

"The Eternal Life Society? The Blood String Group?" The Scissor Killer was stunned and thought about it.

Seeing this, Lulati thought there was hope.

Click!

Suddenly, his ears were cut off.

"It's none of my business." The Scissor Killer's scissors were bleeding. He appeared behind Lulati at some point and lowered his head to whisper to the side of his face where his ear was missing.

Lulati let out a sharp cry and quickly jumped away: "How dare you do this to me! Do you think I'm easy to bully!?"

As he spoke, his ears had grown out, but the outline was quite distorted and they were still bloody and not covered with skin.

"So that's it...it's an illusion." The Scissor Killer suddenly remembered that the Changsheng Society was the force that had been widely discussed in the relevant circles recently.

Then she became even more excited.

Recently, the murderers in Xinjiang Street, whether they are acting openly or secretly, have a bad impression of the Changsheng Society.

The reason is simple. The "transformation" of the human body by the Changsheng Society has seriously made the killer lose interest in killing such people. It's okay to kill them once or twice, but it's easy to get tired of killing too many people.

Especially some murderers who have strict requirements on the scene of death or the method of killing cannot tolerate it at all.

Damn, if you don't cut it into small pieces, the pieces of meat will grow randomly! It will destroy the aesthetics! It will greatly affect the desire to kill!
Click! Click!
The scissors opened and closed more quickly, a sign that she was becoming agitated.

She actually prefers the Changsheng Society, not because she thinks the Changsheng Society is good, but because she just likes to cut the target into pieces.

Swish!
A pair of scissors as big as half a person was suddenly held in her other hand, and she swung her hand to cut off the head of the person in front of her.

"Stop her!" Lulati shouted.

The subordinates went forward bravely, but that was a murderer! How could they, the minions who were not good at fighting, stop him?
Lu Lati soon realized that it was impossible to do anything. He kept calling out in his heart, calling out...

"Ancestor! Ancestor! Help!"

"..."

"What's the matter?" An old man's voice echoed in his mind, "You are...Lurati? What's your plan?"

"Ancestor, we encountered a little accident. A murderer broke into the scene and caused trouble! I need your help!"

"...Oh, it's okay." The voice was silent for a moment, as if trying to sort out the current situation, and then responded. And this time, the voice suddenly became that of a child with a pretentious and deep tone.

Suddenly, a blurry figure flashed and appeared behind Lu Lati and merged into his body. Lu Lati's body suddenly bent and hunched, his figure shrank further, wrinkles appeared on his face, and he looked much older, but his eyes became sharp, exuding vitality that attracted more attention from the Scissors Killer.

This person looks like an old man, but his power is extraordinary - he is possessed by a hallucination!
……

While the old man was fighting the Scissors Killer on Lulatti's side, Doris was living a peaceful life on the other side.

Ash tells Doris all about their band.

They come from lower-class families in a violent world.

What is the bottom of the violent world? It is not the violent residents who are obsessed with violence, nor the outsiders who are full of blood-red factors for the violent carnival, but the middlemen who come to the violent world for various reasons and don’t know what to do. The hybrid of violent residents and the real metropolis. Studies have shown that if this kind of hybrid is born in a violent world, it is easy to be affected by the environment and cause cognitive dislocation.

Neither violent nor ordinary, they are unable to go up or down, are not accepted in the violent world, and find it difficult to integrate themselves into it.

The four members of Ash's band all come from such backgrounds, struggling in a violent world and living in fear of what happens every day.

Then the opportunity that brought them together was the organization they are currently in - the Blood Strings.

This is a force that operates back and forth between Dadu and the violent world. Its main business is to capture people from the violent world, train them, and then provide them to those in need in Dadu.

Ash and the other three were forcibly found by the Blood Strings and were arranged to come to Dadu after a simple training.

Their talents were not high, and their skills were low, so the Blood Strings did not plan to spend much time training them. After forcibly sending them to Dadu, they were left to fend for themselves in Dadu, occasionally assigning them some tasks.

There was nothing else to it except the promise that as long as they met the targets, they would be allowed to return to where they grew up and see their families.

They wandered around Dadu, feeling lost and gradually attracted by this complex city.

Then, by chance, because one of them was good at playing the guitar, they came up with the idea of forming a band to perform.

Perhaps this way they can find a sense of belonging in a world where there is no place for them.

They achieved initial success, from performing for fun in the beginning to being approached by professionals, gaining recognition and making their debut.

Everything was going well, and for a moment they all forgot why they came to Dadu in the first place.

Until the Blood String Group suddenly issued an order, the organization and another force began a long-term and stable cooperation. Their small team was packaged together and sent to the other party to work for the force called the Immortal Society.

What needs to be done is simple: kill people, kill many, many people, and try to keep the bodies intact.

But they couldn't do it anymore.

The repeated delays and perfunctory handling of the matter each time caused dissatisfaction among the Changsheng Society, who complained to the Blood String Group, sent warnings and even further threats.

Now it can't be delayed any longer.

Before their large-scale performance, their concert was spotted by the Changsheng Society, who chose it as a perfect venue for their plan.

They want to catch all the audience who come for them and put the blame on the Red World Overlap.

And they were naturally asked to cooperate. The Blood Strings also got the news and contacted them, saying that as long as this order was completed, they would be allowed to be free, the surveillance on them would be lifted, and they could be helped to return to their home in the violent world.

On the other hand, if they fail to do their job properly, they will not be able to escape death due to their long criminal record in the organization.

"So that's how it is." Doris nodded in response after listening.

Then he turned his head to look for Zheng Fan.

I saw Mr. Music holding a black sparrow hand puppet and blocking a surveillance camera. I didn't know what he was doing.

It doesn't look like a terrifying illusion that can cut off the pure white lighthouse, but more like a child playing a prank.

"Mr. Music, what are you doing?" Doris walked over and asked.

"It's recreating a famous scene, and it looks like the effect is pretty good. I hope they didn't notice that the effect was a bit inconsistent when I fiddled with the eyes just now, making them look a bit intelligent." Zheng Fan said seriously, then came down and said, "Sorry, I didn't hear the story clearly just now, what did you say?"

Ash and Bailey couldn't see Zheng Fan, of course. When they saw Doris talking to the air, they realized something and became alert.

"Not an important story for Mr. Music, but I wanted to help them."

"For what?" Zheng asked back.

"In order to listen to good songs, it's necessary for 'market research'." Doris tilted her head and answered.

Zheng Fan nodded: "Then let's do it."

Although it was said early on that Doris and the others did not need Zheng Fan's permission to do anything, after all, Zheng Fan only cared about their health and didn't care about anything else.

But the lamb is so well-behaved.

Back to Ash and Bailey, Bailey asked, "What were you just...?"

"I'm talking to Mr. Music."

"Mr. Music?" Ash asked in confusion.

"You can say that it is the embodiment of inspiration and music that supports me to stand here." Doris' expressionless face actually had a pilgrim-like glow.

Zheng Fan: Who are you talking about? I don't know him.

Ash and Bailey remained silent: Who would understand this?
As they moved forward, they saw a man who had been cut in half, lying on the ground, dying.

He was wearing a staff uniform and bleeding all over the floor, but he was not dead. It was obvious that he was a member of the Changsheng Society.

“Help...!” he shouted.

When he saw Ash and Bailey, he didn't have time to care who Doris was next to him, and hurriedly said, "There's a murderer who sneaked in!"

"What did you say!?" Bailey asked.

"The scissors... the killer with scissors, suddenly rushed in... the supervisor turned into an old man... and started fighting with the killer with scissors... the fight was so intense, the old man was very powerful, and the killer was also very powerful..." This person's speech was a little slurred, and it seemed that his human body "transformation" was very ordinary, and he was about to die after being cut in half.

But then again: what are you talking about, brother?
What old man, what murderer?
Bailey and Ash were stunned again.

Isn't there too much happening in just half an hour before the show starts?
Is this still the concert they are going to hold?
(End of this chapter)