A mechanical master of a certain manga

The fire suddenly erupted, as if a bomb exploded from inside the straitjacket, tearing the tough straitjacket into pieces and knocking out the violent "roommate" at the same time.

Dilit stood up from the ground, his body seemed to be shorter than before. He twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at the "roommate" who was knocked away with a pair of fanatical eyes. This is a bald white man, with his upper body naked and his body covered with dense scars, as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.

If you look closely, you will see that the scars on this man's body are not irregular, but like counting, four parallel knife marks, plus a cross-cut knife mark. Four plus one is five. At a glance, it looks like he is counting the days with his own body.

"Ah, what's surprising is that this time the prey is a person with super powers."

This man didn't seem to be hurt by the explosion just now. Instead, he climbed up from the ground with a grin. He didn't know when he had a sharp knife in his hand. It was a simple weapon made of iron sheets.

Dilit, who had switched into Blast's personality, just stared at this man, his newly freed eyes sparkling faintly, illuminating the dim ward.

"I am Victor Sass. In view of your ability, I will leave a place for you here." Victor Sass pointed at a piece of still intact skin on the collarbone with the tip of his knife.

If he wasn't bragging, that meant every scar on his body was a human life. The dense scars meant that the man in front of him was an extremely cold-hearted murderer who had already killed hundreds of people.

Blast was not afraid at all. Instead, he stared at the scars on his body and said, "Do you like destruction?"

"You mean killing is right. I like it very much. Slit their throats with the blade and watch them struggle to die. That feeling will make me climax." Victor Sass said excitedly.

Blast shook his head and said: "It's not about killing, it's about destruction. Killing is too boring. It's just a child's game."

Hearing this, Victor Sass showed a resentful expression on his face and said to Blast: "How dare you say that killing is a child's game? Then I will play this game with you slowly until you cry. Just beg me."

Blast sighed and said, "I thought I had found someone with the same noble pursuits as me, but it turned out to be just another boring lunatic."

After saying this, Blast didn't wait for Victor Sass to reply. He stretched his hands behind him, and a violent explosion occurred in his palms. The air wave pushed Blast towards Victor Sass at an extremely fast speed, completely exceeding the reaction limit of ordinary people.

Victor Zsasz is a murderer, but he does not have superpowers, and he was pressed on the face by Blast's hands before he could react. This pair of palms was strong and powerful, firmly grasping his eyes and cheekbones, and seemed to still carry the residual warmth of the violent explosion just now.

Before Victor Sass could struggle, he felt severe pain coming over him, and his whole body was instantly blinded. A violent explosion occurred directly on his face, completely destroying his face and exposing the deep white bones.

With just one move, Victor Sass was fatally injured and fell to the ground with a puff of smoke. But Blast did not stop there. Instead, he walked to Victor Sass and squatted down.

"The scars on your body are records of your killings, right? Why record this? Is it glory, a hobby, or because you have a bad memory?" Blast said while pressing his hand on his body.

"Do you know that the world will eventually be destroyed, and this process is irreversible. Therefore, only destruction is eternal, the greatest art in the world, and the most essential pursuit. Your hobby of killing is not worth it in the face of fundamental destruction. Mention. So, let me improve your artistic pursuits."

Blast pressed his hands on Victor Sass's body, and a series of small explosions appeared, burning the scar marks on his body into a black mass. As many scars as Victor Sass had on his body, Blast pressed out as many scorched marks as if he really wanted to destroy the murder record that Victor Sass cherished.

And even though there was such a big commotion in the ward, no one came to check. Obviously, the previous staff member wanted Victor Zsasz to kill Dilitt so that he could "revenge" Harley Quinn.

People who work in mental hospitals are easily influenced by these lunatics over a long period of time, and then gradually become mentally disturbed themselves. What's more, this is Arkham Asylum, and the perverts in it are probably the most terrifying and twisted ones in the world.

So it's no surprise what the staff at this place did.

Blast carefully destroyed all the murder scars on Victor Sass's body, and then looked at his "work" with great satisfaction.

"Look, everything is so peaceful after the destruction. You no longer have to worry about not knowing how to count." Blast let out a squeaky laugh like a mouse.

After doing all this, Blast walked towards the door of the ward, pressed his hands on the door, and blew the door open.

Looking at the winding corridor outside, Blast said excitedly: "Ah, in a well-ordered place, destruction is the most exciting thing."

At this time, Brast's size seemed to have shrunk a bit again, and his pants that were originally just right were dragging on the ground. Just when he was about to leave the room, a crisp sound appeared.

Blast looked back and saw a metal ring rolling to his feet.

I picked it up out of curiosity and saw that the ring was quite exquisitely designed. It was composed of two large and small metal rings that fit perfectly together. On the outer ring are engraved six numbers from 1 to 6, and on the inner ring is a small arrow pointing to the numbers on the outer ring.

Blast put it on his hand curiously, and then turned the ring around. The metal outer ring spun rapidly, then stopped quickly. This time, the arrow points to the number 1.

Seeing this situation, Blast seemed to remember something and said loudly: "No, this doesn't count, I haven't yet."

But before he finished speaking, his rickety body stood up straight again, and his body shape was quickly returning to its original shape. The originally crazy expression gradually calmed down, but he closed his eyes and showed no intention of breaking away.

This time, Dilit opened his mouth and hummed softly: "Looking back at that time when I was young, everything has passed and everything has changed. She is such a beautiful little girl, she has a shining face eyes and golden curly hair.

"On that summer night under the stars, she wished those people would go to hell as a memorial. A aimed bullet, a time bomb; all your struggles were in vain; there was nowhere for you to escape. There is nowhere to escape.”

The tempo of the song is as brisk as a wedding march, but the lyrics are strangely chilling. Singing softly, Dilit walked out of the room with his eyes closed.

As the singing faded away, a little maid appeared in the room.

Sarah looked at the charred corpse, took out a syringe, and injected the blood of God into it. The charred wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. But what is creepy is that Victor Sass's newly grown skin proliferated excessively, wrapping his body as if it had turned into a fleshy cocoon wrapped in a membrane.

Opening and shrinking, this fleshy cocoon seems to be pregnant with some kind of terrible life.

"The more experimental subjects, the better." Sarah smiled, then turned transparent again.