Chapter 6 4. Two murderers

The man held the knife, and the blood on the tip of the knife slowly ran across the blade and fell to the ground.He approached the woman step by step, with a cruel sneer like a beast on his face. The woman was like sifting chaff in front of him, and the man bent down in front of her. He was very short, and after bending down, his face could almost rub against the woman.The woman turned her face away, and the man reached out and grabbed her hair, and turned her face back, and then he pressed the cold knife against her delicate face. The sticky blood on the blade was smeared on the woman's face. Thinking that the blood should come from a body that had just stopped moving, the woman felt like she was going to collapse.Her anxiety aroused a certain desire in the man's heart.

"Your skin is so good, it's white, tender, and fragrant." The man murmured, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, he sniffed vigorously, and pulled a lock of hair from the woman's head, the woman Tears flowed out of pain.The man brought his hair up to his nose, and sucked in greedily, the root of his hair still had some woman's blood on it. "The first woman I killed was a woman like you, white, tender, and fragrant. She likes to wear beautiful clothes, and she twists and turns when she walks. Many men like the kind that comes out of her body." I also like the smell. But, she died and turned into a cold corpse. I killed her with my own hands, and no one will see her walking again. Her white and tender skin has now become It's black and smelly, and now it's not men around her, but a bunch of flies."

The man stuffed the lock of hair into his pocket and pinched the woman's chin with his hand, just like a butcher appraising a pig's "quality" before slaughtering it. "You seem to be prettier than her. It's a pity to kill, but it's a pity." He giggled, "However, I still want to kill you. I'm not familiar with the method of killing. I only killed three people, and the more people I kill, the more people I kill." The more skillful you are, the more proficient you will be, don't you think?" The woman was trembling, with a choked "woo-woo" from her throat.

The man put the knife in front of the woman, and the tip of the knife was only a few millimeters away from the woman's eyeball: "Not long ago, I just killed the third one. You should really see her before she died. It was very interesting. She was very scared at the time." , begging for mercy, struggling, and even saying that as long as she is willing to let her live, she can do anything for me. Why is it necessary, I don't need her to do anything for me, the only thing I want her to do is to shut up Mouth, and then quietly wait for me to kill her, so that there is not even a breath left."

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and she sobbed silently.The man laughed amidst her sobbing, and swung the knife proudly. The knife brushed the woman's nose for a while, and tried to poke her eyes for a while. He was playing with her, just like a cat wants to eat a mouse before eating Like playing with a mouse. The woman suddenly twitched, her eyes turned white, and she became limp. "Dizzy? It's not fun." The man muttered a few words, put the knife aside, and slapped the woman across the face. The palm was so hard that the woman's face became red and swollen, while the man held his hand He cried out in distress, he didn't expect that beating someone would hurt himself.

The woman was woken up by him, and cried again after waking up.Amidst the woman's cries, the man seemed to have regained a bit of his self-esteem. He smiled with satisfaction, and his slap didn't even hurt. "What are you up to?" said another voice. The man turned around and saw a shadow walking slowly. It was a tall man with a very neat shirt on his upper body, trousers on his lower body, and a pair of well-polished leather shoes on his feet.The tall man seemed to be disgusted with the air in the room, and he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, so that he spoke in a low voice.

"You... You are here." The short man said coyly, he seemed to be in awe of the tall man. "I'm here to see if you've finished cutting." The tall man stared blankly at the short man. "The limbs are cut open, the chest and abdomen are separated, the head and neck are separated from the torso..." The short man struggled to move a bucket and showed the contents of the bucket to the tall man. The woman closed her eyes, and she probably could guess what was in the bucket. "The first barrel has been processed, and the second and third barrels can be processed at the same time. As I said earlier, you can rest assured that I will do things." The short man said with a hippie smile.

The tall man glanced at the woman who was tied to the ground: "Last night, this guy almost ran away, but fortunately I was there. I said a long time ago that I can't fully trust you." The short man's face drooped, and he played his best in front of women, but he was nothing in front of the tall man. "Am I wrong? Since the first day, I have been secretly assisting you. Without me, can you have today? You will fail in the first robbery." "Yes." The short man lowered his head. The tall man reminded him: "Hurry up and finish the remaining two barrels, let's 'do' this woman too. There are so many things in the house, and there is a strong smell, the police will come to the door sooner or later."

"I will, but for this one, I want to stay for two more days." The short man's eyes lit up, "This one is different from the previous ones. Her desire to escape is stronger than the previous ones. I want to torture more she." The tall man sighed: "Although you are a waste, you are more ruthless than I imagined. It is better to kill her than to torture her like this. However, my brother, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't screw up." "No." The short man started to pull the woman's hair while smiling apologetically, "Come on, little girl, it's been a long night, let's have some more fun."

Dozens of minutes later, the short man showed a satisfied smile on his face. The woman was tortured to the point of bruises all over her body, and the pain in her heart far exceeded the pain in her body. The tall man has been watching coldly. When the short man uses those perverted tricks, he neither opposes nor supports nor participates.He pulled a chair for himself, sat comfortably on it, lit a cigarette, and the rising smoke enveloped the tall man, squinting his eyes to appreciate everything in front of him.The house full of flies was like the Vienna State Opera, and the bloody farce of the short man was like "Madame Butterfly", which he watched with relish.

It's a pity that the short man didn't have many tricks. After looking at it for a while, he felt bored. He took a woven bag from the corner and took out the contents one by one. Hair accessories, bracelets, rings... There are also a few ID cards with photos, these are undoubtedly left by the murdered woman, the gold and silver jewelry is shining, but the tall man is not interested in these things, and throws them back to the in the bag.He only kept those few documents, and squinted his eyes to admire the photos on the documents, and even stroked the faces of the women in the photos with his fingers. "One, two... There are four in total including this girl. It's a pity that this girl is relatively poor and doesn't have much money with her." The tall man turned his attention back to the woman who was being tortured. He didn't even have the strength to moan.The short man stood up, panting heavily. "I'm hungry," said the short man, "I don't even have the strength to beat people." "It's really interesting that this girl isn't dead yet." The tall man stroked his chin. "I remember that the three I caught before died soon." "Two were tortured to death, one was frightened mad, and then was dismembered alive." The short man deliberately said the word "alive" very loudly, so that the woman could hear it more clearly. The woman's eyes became very confused, her wrists were convulsed from being bound for a long time, and her legs were trembling constantly. Due to the torture of the short stature, she was already incontinent, mixing with the original dirty water on the floor, causing wet pants. With a disgusted expression on his face, the short man said to the tall man, "I'm going out to rest and buy something to eat." The tall man said, "Give me some too, no cheap ones." After the short man went out, the tall man leaned over to the woman and stroked her face with his hands. Her blood stained his fingers. He seemed a little disgusted and rubbed his fingers on the woman's collar. "In ancient China, there was a cruel criminal law, the punishment by cutting. Have you heard of it?" He took out a small knife from his pocket and gestured in front of the woman. The woman's eyeballs followed the tip of the knife, and the sharp cold light grazed her eyelashes. "It usually costs 3,600 knives to cut a person, and it takes three days to divide it into three days. There was once a eunuch who was tortured by hacking. He was hacked 1,200 knives on the first day, but he didn't die. He also ate something at night, and his captors sterilized his wound so that he could last until the next day. This is enough to show that the potential of the human body is very mysterious. As long as the spirit is strong enough, it may be possible to live Longer." The tip of the knife slashed across the woman's neck and slowly slid towards her chest.The man laughed, the laughter was very sinister: "It's a pity that the eunuch didn't survive the third day, and he died of excessive blood loss in the end." The tip of the knife tore through the woman's clothes, leaving a red mark on her chest. The blood seeped out slowly at first, and then gathered into a large drop of blood. The bright red blood was very vivid on the snow-white skin. The tall man asked, "Do you want to challenge that eunuch's record?" The woman was deeply stimulated, and suddenly twisted wildly, as a result, the tip of the knife cut deeper into her body. The tall man laughed wildly: "This is fun, this is fun."