American Comics: Projection to the Heavens

Chapter 1 Hellish Beginning

"Another boring day. The Mediterranean manager must be jealous of my thick hair and targets me every day. I really want to beat him up."

In the room, Han Shaoqing became a little angry when he thought about being made difficult by the Mediterranean manager at work.

If his temper were the same a few years ago, he would have shot the manager's head off with beer.

But after several years of struggling in society, Han Shaoqing's temperament has gradually been smoothed.

After drinking a bottle of wine, Han Shaoqing became angrier as he thought about it. He punched the glass with his fist, breaking the glass and causing a cut on his hand.

However, Han Shaoqing didn't care. After a simple bandage, he fell asleep in the end.

Little did he know that there was a small crystal stone in the broken glass, which emits a strange light after absorbing Han Shaoqing's blood.

The white light flashed away, and Han Shaoqing, who was sleeping on the bed, disappeared together with him.

……

In Europe, legend has it that there is a paradise-like hotel in Slovakia.

This is a paradise for young men and women. In the fairyland-like hotel, the lobby is filled with beautiful girls and handsome guys from all over the world.

The receptionist was young and lovely, and very enthusiastic, which made many people linger.

However, these are all symptoms. A group of outsiders who come here will disappear every now and then. This time there is no news at all.

Behind the gentle village of Slogok Hotel is a bloody slaughterhouse.

Those missing people from other places will most likely die here.

"Hmm~"

In the dark room, Han Shaoqing woke up in a daze and was shocked to find that he was tied to an iron chair.

The chair is made of all metal, and the legs are welded to the ground, making it very solid.

Looking around, there is a blood-stained long table in front of it, with many tools placed on it, such as electric drills, vise, knives, electric saws, steel needles, vise, pistols, ropes, etc...

【Where is this? 】

[How did I end up in this ghost place? 】

[Kidnapped? No reason! 】

A thought flashed through Han Shaoqing's mind. He was just an ordinary young man with no house, car, or savings. There was no reason for him to be kidnapped?

Have you encountered a kidney transplant party?

Don't wait for Han Shaoqing to figure out the situation.

"crunch~"

The iron door was opened, making a heartbreaking sound of metal friction.

Then Han Shaoqing saw a middle-aged white man wearing surgical clothes and holding a pair of large scissors walking towards him.

"Woooooo~"

Han Shaoqing's hands and feet were tightly bound to the chair with iron buckles, and he could hardly move. His mouth was covered with a layer of tape, and he couldn't even shout and ask questions.

The white man's expression was indifferent, and he could tell that he was evil at first sight. Han Shaoqing's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

The feeling of being a knife and a slave while I am a fish is extremely unsettling.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, tell me, how did you get here? Do you have any accomplices?"

The white man in surgical clothes looked at Han Shaoqing as if he was sizing up prey. As he spoke, he pulled off the tape on Han Shaoqing's mouth and placed the scissors on Han Shaoqing's little finger. The threat was clear to his words.

Han Shaoqing understands English, but Han Shaoqing doesn’t know how to answer white people’s questions?

He still hasn't figured out the situation yet.

He remembered that he was sleeping at home and didn't provoke anyone. Who knew he would end up here like this?

However, looking at the scissors on his fingers, Han Shaoqing was still afraid and quickly said in English: "I don't know what you are talking about. I was just sleeping at home and I woke up here!"

"Good boy, you still dare to be tough, don't you?"

The unknown white man laughed ferociously, and with a strong push of his hands, Han Shaoqing's little finger was cut off with a click, and the wound was bleeding profusely.

"what!!!"

The fingers were connected to the heart, and the moment the little finger was cut off, Han Shaoqing was heartbroken and his whole body was twitching. Unfortunately, he was firmly fixed on the chair and could not escape at all.

"Damn it, you bastard, I have no grievances against you, you damn..."

Han Shaoqing was hurt and angry, and instinctively cursed in beautiful Mandarin.

"You are very talented!"

The white man didn't understand Mandarin, but he could tell that Han Shaoqing was scolding him. He picked up the scissors and put them on the ring finger of Han Shaoqing's left hand.

Han Shaoqing felt a chill in his heart. Although he had greeted all the eighteen generations of the person in front of him in his heart, he still endured it at this time.

Han Shaoqing endured the pain and anger and asked in English: "What do you want?"

"That's what I'm asking you. What's your purpose of coming here?" the white man said indifferently.

"I don't even know where this place is. I woke up here after sleeping. I really don't know. Please let me go."

People had to bow their heads under the eaves. Han Shaoqing hated him to death, but he still begged for mercy.

A man can bend and stretch. If he can escape, even if he gets into trouble, he will make the white pig in front of him pay the price.

The white man didn't believe it: "You are still tough, but I want to see how long you can keep it up? It doesn't matter, I have time to play with you."

As he said that, he pretended to cut off Han Shaoqing's ring finger.

"Etc., etc!"

Han Shaoqing said quickly: "I said, I am actually in plain clothes and I am investigating a disappearance case."

In order to save his finger, Han Shaoqing spoke nonsense. Now he had no other choice but to gain time.

The white man smiled, trusting the scissors, and suddenly slapped Han Shaoqing on the face with a big ear scraper. The blow made Han Shaoqing's head buzz, and his mouth and nasal membranes were ruptured and blood flowed out.

"You dare to play tricks on me, do you really think I'm an idiot?"

The white man then punched Han Shaoqing in the stomach again, so hard that Han Shaoqing almost vomited out the dinner he had eaten last night.

If I fuck your uncle, you won’t believe me if I tell the truth. Did you do it on purpose?

Han Shaoqing was also furious. He glared at the white man and wanted to poke a hundred holes in him.

The white man saw Han Shaoqing's fierce eyes and didn't take it seriously. He had seen such eyes too many times. Incompetence and rage were useless. Could he still kill him with his eyes?

"Since you won't cooperate, let's change the game."

I saw the white man turn around and come to the table, pick up an electric drill, plug it into the socket, and slowly insert a finger-thick drill bit.

I'll hit your lungs!

What the hell is this place?

Police uncle, come and help, there is a pervert here!

Seeing the white man's movements, Han Shaoqing almost went crazy. He had seen such a scene in the movie "Human Skin Inn".

When I saw the scene of the electric drill drilling into my thigh, Han Shaoqing felt pain through the screen.

and many more!

Human Skin Inn!

A bold idea suddenly came to Han Shaoqing's mind. Could it be that he had traveled through time?

Looking at the familiar furnishings around him, Han Shaoqing felt that this place was either a scene set up by a pervert based on the movie "Human Skin Inn", or that he had traveled through time.

When Han Shaoqing was young and had just come out of society, he had a hot temper that offended many people, but he did not get into trouble that would lead to amputation of hands and feet.

Against all odds, there is only one truth.

But Han Shaoqing was not happy. The slaughterhouse in [Human Skin Inn] was a place for rich people to satisfy their perverted desires.

There are only a handful of people who can make it out of here alive.

Could it be that he was going to die if he just traveled through time?

At this time, the white man had already installed the drill bit and left thinking about Han Shaoqing step by step.

dying!dying!

Even if he didn't attack the other party with enough force to cut off his fingers, Han Shaoqing could be sure that the other party was definitely not joking.

Such a big drill bit goes so deep into the flesh that it’s scary to think about it.

[Ding, the projection of the heavens is on! 】

Just when Han Shaoqing was desperate, a mechanical voice suddenly appeared in his mind, which cheered him up.

(End of this chapter)