My Iyashikei Game

Come here. What can Shen Luo do?

Han Fei, whom he regarded as the only one to rely on, began to choose a mask and a "weapon". Now Shen Luo is called Tian Tian not, and Earth is not working, lonely, pitiful and helpless.

"When watching this kind of performance, it's best to wear a mask to cover your twisted and excited expression." Han Fei handed a clown rhinoceros mask to Shen Luo, he specially selected a more distinctive mask, and waited to enter After that, in the event of a conflict, Shen Luo would not be accidentally injured.

"I'm saying thank you for shooting you." Just out of the ghost cave, he fell into the magic list again. Shen Luo took it over and brother Hexi counted the effect. He checked a protective suit and put it on his body.

"You two are so slow. After a while, the show will end." The parrot man urged impatiently. From his words, he could hear the contempt for Han Fei and Shen Luo, as if the top gourmet saw the first A hillbilly into a fancy restaurant at a time.

"It'll be fine in a minute." Shen Luo scraped through the pile of "weapon weapons" for a long time, and finally took out a long saw that looked fierce.

"You really know how to enjoy it." Parrot glanced at the saw in Shen Luo's hand and motioned the two to take out their mobile phones to display the message. After reading the "garbled" code of the two, he pushed open a secret door behind the counter. . led the two into the underground.

Different from the decay on the ground, the underground construction is extremely extravagant, like a colosseum dedicated to the nobility a long time ago. The walls are clean, not to mention blood stained, there is not even a bit of dust, this is completely different from the killing club that Han Fei imagined before. There is no bloody smell in the air, only a strong and rich aroma of wine.

The three went down the stairs, passed through a long corridor, and entered the first hall.

"You are still in the investigation stage. You are not considered to be full members of the club. You can only sit in the back three rows. However, there are very few people today. I will break the rules for you, and you can sit wherever you want." The parrot man beckoned, and there was one in the corner of the hall. The waitress came over with a tray.

Unlike the bunny girl in Shen Luo's imagination, the waitress's face was covered by a black mask, and the clothes she was wearing seemed to be sewn to the flesh. "This is the smart housekeeper?" Shen Luo felt that the other party was the same as his own smart housekeeper. He looked like a human, but he actually only had a body.

""No, she's human, living like you and me. "The parrot man is very satisfied with Shen Luo's reaction: "When you become a full member of the club, you can do as long as you want to her, but I still want to remind you that you have to pay a certain price for anything you do here. "

The parrot man stared at the waiter recklessly: "She also wanted to join the club, but unfortunately she failed the review, and then she made a wrong choice, which led to her becoming what she is now."

"Has she killed someone before?" Shen Luo originally sympathized with the other party, but now he only has fear in his heart.

"There should be more men who died in her hands than women who held hands with you." The parrot man let out a sinister laugh. "So she hasn't killed anyone yet." Shen Luo replied honestly, interrupting the parrot man's harsh laughter. The waitress didn't care about the sounds around her at all. She put the tray in front of Han Fei with only a glass of wine on it.

"Your work is inferior. It is full of anger as a whole. It is completely cathartic. There is no beauty at all. It is only worth this glass of wine." The parrot man wanted to chat with Han Fei for a while. The metal ring suddenly said, "Why is there a senior member here?" He completely ignored Han Fei and Shen Luo, and quickly ran out of Hall 1.

After the waiter and the parrot man had left, Shen Luo nervously asked Han Fei, "Are you crazy? What are you doing here in such a place!"

"Didn't you want to come? As I said, the performance here was very blatant, and you were obviously looking forward to it." Han Fei found a seat closer to the passage and sat down.

"Why are you still sitting down?! You really want to watch the show here!" Shen Luo experienced such a thing for the first time, he felt that now was the best time to escape, but unfortunately the car key was on Han Fei, he himself There is no confidence to break out alone.

"If their performance is to kill, we can save a few more people here." Han Fei stroked the blade. He was so familiar with knives that he felt at ease when he held the knife. "Then you want to save people, don't take me with you! I'm a burden!" Shen Luo wore a half-mask, and her voice broke in a hurry. "Shh, someone's here."

After a while, the parrot man led a man and a woman into the hall. The two were glued together and looked very affectionate, like a couple in love running to the cinema for a date. The woman has a good figure and wears a lion mask on her face; the man is burly and wears a penguin mask.

What's more worth noting is that neither of them wore protective clothing, nor did they take the murder weapon, they just packed a few fresh-keeping bags. With the presence of senior members, Shen Luo immediately stopped talking. This is not his stage fright. In this place, talking too much will really kill people.

"This pair of men and women exercise regularly, their muscles are well-proportioned and beautiful, and they are specially trained. Their bodies are also well maintained, and their clothes look simple, but they are actually big names that are difficult for ordinary people to buy. It seems that the members of this killing club Much richer than the students in the Sunday night school."

The groups of the two organizations are different, and Han Fei is not sure for the time being whether the mastermind behind the two organizations is the same person. After the senior member arrived, the parrot man behaved completely different from before, running back and forth, constantly urging the backstage. After only three minutes, the curtain in the center of the hall was pulled away, and a simple stage appeared in the middle of the hall. "The show has begun."

The lights dimmed, the doors on either side of the stage opened, and a woman in a black dress stepped out with a heavy suitcase. The woman wears the mask of death, she opens the suitcase, inside

The face was a thin, sleepy man. With the help of the waiter, the woman fixed it on the stage.

Shen Luo, who couldn't bear it any longer, wanted to cover his eyes, but Han Fei stopped him from doing so.

After the man was fixed, the woman dragged out a white suitcase, which contained a complete sheepskin, which was preserved from the hollowed-out sheep's head to the soft tail. "The title of the piece is 'The Lamb'."

"Lying on the stage were two lambs, one in the flesh and the other in the soul. One was born in a pasture. It was later sold to a butcher: one was kept in captivity in a city called Wisdom, and was later sold to a butcher.

"Since they were born, they have always respected the rules set by their masters. Living in the fence, they are unaware of the dangers outside the fence. Living a carefree life, the life of Kamen is like this fur. Pure white, Soft, they are the perfect victim."

The woman wearing the mask of the god of death told the audience about her idea. After she finished speaking, she opened the cabinet next to the stage and there were various props in it. "I will sew the lamb's soul and body together, and create the purest death with my own hands."

Women are especially clean, and her movements are very elegant. The process of choosing tools is like a etiquette inspector checking a certain ceremony.

After choosing the right tool, the woman walked to the center of the stage again. She injected a dose of injection into the man's body.

The pair of men and women in the audience finally became interested at this time. The victim would be completely awake and watch as he was stuffed under the lamb's fur little by little, and his flesh would become more and more "thin" and pure white. The lamb will "grow up" a little bit.

The man wanted to shout, but his voice was moved in advance, and he could only struggle helplessly.

No screams were heard, and the audience was a little dissatisfied, but the woman wearing the mask of death didn't care, and still did what she wanted. She carefully planned the man's body and drew lines on the skin, as if carving out an expensive piece of jade.

The woman's actions reminded Han Fei of a hidden profession in the deep world, the designer of death, for which he had obtained the minimum job transfer qualification.

"I thought those guys in the deep world were already perverted enough, but I didn't expect reality to hit me hard. Sure enough, the choice to open both sides of the black box is not wrong. Both worlds have garbage that needs to be cleaned up.

Han Fei was ready to take action. If he didn't act, the unhappy man on the stage would be dismembered. "Can you interrupt first?" Han Zhifei stood up with his glass in hand.

Shen Luo desperately gave him a wink at the side, signaling him not to stand out, but Han Fei seemed to be invisible.

"It's very rude to interrupt others, you'd better give me a reason." The woman wearing the death mask was a little unhappy, and the sharp knife in her hand was about to touch the man's neck.

"Sheep are sheep, people are people, no matter how confused they are, they are still different species. You talk so much, it's just an excuse for killing yourself, and it's a very low-level and naive excuse." Han Fei walked towards the stage with a glass of wine. Go: "It's not good to turn people into sheep. What I'm looking forward to more is the difference between people. For example, you and this victim are both people, but I feel that your souls should be completely different shapes. I really want to cut open your brains and see the difference between you." 1 The god of death woman stood next to the thin man holding a knife, the mask covered her face, and Han Fei could only see her cold eyes . That is a very special look, I really want to be disappointed with everything. "You want to kill me?" The woman's pupils gradually narrowed.

"I'm not killing you, I just want to complete my own work." Han Fei took out a short knife. No more disguise: "The name of this work is "The Butcher of the Dawn"."