[comprehensive] superior skills

"Oh! God!"

"Damn! What is this!"

Amidst a series of wild screams, the faceless monster crawled out from the tattered cotton wadding, as if wearing peeled human skin on its back, and rushed towards the stunned little boy with a chilling wind and corpse aura. agent.

Its mouthparts opened a deep concave black hole in the flesh-colored mucous membrane, and it bit heavily towards the human carotid artery that exudes a sweet smell.

The moment before death came, the only woman in the guest room who maintained a calm expression took out a delicate pistol/gun from her handbag, and shouted at the monster who was about to shed disgusting saliva: "Hey! Dude, look here! "

"boom!"

After the gunshot, Megan asked the doctor who was still in a lost state: "How does it feel to be in another world?"

Reid slowly raised his hand and touched half of his face that was splattered with rancid brains from the close-range bombardment, "...can I go to the bathroom first?"

What he needs is not just to clean up the stains on the surface, but also to use the time alone to think carefully about whether everything that happened before him is a real scene or a hallucination produced by himself when he fell ill.

Meghan took Coco from his arms, who experienced the shooting incident for the second time, "Please go ahead."

Although the little one didn't look too frightened, she brushed its eyes and it fell into a deep sleep.

"What the hell is going on!"

The chocolate hunk, who has always been known for his bravery, slumped in the corner with chills all over his body, "Who will tell me that this is a special effect arranged by the program group, just a gimmick to attract ratings?"

He never dreamed of it, but after a short interval of 5 minutes, the whole world revealed its bloody mouth like tearing off a mask.

"I'm afraid this is not the domain of human beings."

Among the four, Gideon was the first to regain his composure. Although the great sense of fear hovering in his heart still persisted, he took a deep breath and tried his best to move to the side of the monster with half of its head missing.

"It's disappearing."

Gideon observed the piece of flesh under his feet, "The body fluid is corroding the tiles on the ground bit by bit along the wound, and the thickness of the corpse is gradually decreasing."

No mammal decomposes so quickly after death, even in the hottest summer months.

"This is a gift from the owner of the hotel to future generations."

Megan touched the cleanest part of the Faceless monster with the tip of her shoe, "It was one of the first people to die. It has no bones, no flesh and blood, only a layer of skin. So for nearly a hundred years, they have been looking for something that can be filled. own food."

It has the same structure as an inflatable doll, but it represents a strange evil.

Al wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth, and asked with difficulty: "Is this all in the hotel?"

It was difficult for her to express how she was feeling at the moment. Although she should say something of thanks, it was the same person who put the group into crisis one after another.

Especially now, the other party almost dragged everyone into a nightmare from which they could never wake up.

"Do not."

Megan glanced lightly at the little doctor who came out of the bathroom, "It's just an insignificant pawn."

After confirming that it was not the mental problem he was most worried about, Rhett felt much more relaxed. "Pawns are consumable arms and bait. In chess, they exist to cover the real general."

His face was still so pale, his hair was wet, and he looked like a cute puppy who had just been bathed.

"I'm glad to see you're still in the mood to say this."

Morgan, who was not picky, stood up softly like stepping on cotton, "No matter how evil creatures are hidden behind this hotel, I think the most important thing we need to do is to get out of here as soon as possible."

He promises that as long as he can safely return to the normal world, he will never complain about the various criminals who have brought infinite troubles to ordinary people, nor will he have any dissatisfaction with the arrangement of his superiors, and he will definitely be grateful Enjoy ordinary life with your heart until the day you grow old.

"Well, dealing with supernatural events is indeed not our specialty."

Gideon rubbed his hands and stood up, looking at the passing woman who looked like a cold-eyed bystander, "One last question, why did Brother Winchester go to you?"

This subverting cognition in front of her is enough to show that Megan is by no means as gentle and harmless as she seems on the surface, at least that calm shot can prove that it is not the first time she has done this.

There are also the notes and the murder weapon left by the Wen family brothers. After knowing the deeper level of terror, it is enough for people to connect the two through clues.

"Ha ha."

Megan smiled and appreciated: "What a terrifying and keen intuition."

The sunset in the sky was reflected behind her through the window, and the beautiful light and shadow outlined the strange silhouette, "Dean and Sam are the scavengers of the evil world, and they want to get some help from me."

Although very different from the original intention, they did get what they needed most, and the little troubles that were relatively insignificant.

"Wait a minute! You mean Rose Killer?"

Morgan was almost defeated by this subverted world, "The criminals that the FBI has spent so much effort chasing down are actually a pair of magic police?"

He thought with a breakdown in his heart: "Could it be that every time before interrogating a prisoner, you have to ask: 'Hey, man, what exactly did you kill? Tell us mortals to see the monsters and ghosts you know!'"

Seeing that his companion was in a bad state, Gideon reminded in time: "Morgan, as long as you can distinguish between illusion and reality, you won't have such doubts."

"Final advice, agents."

Megan motioned them to look at the thin human skin attached to the ground, "If you don't want to be imprisoned in a mental hospital, you must forget what happened in this hotel. The underground world has its own laws, keep silent to us Both benefit from each other."

In the silent silence, Rhett was the first to make a promise, "I will hypnotize myself to sleep in the library, after watching Edgar Allan Poe."

Perhaps this kind of topic will interest some scientific madmen, but until human beings cannot foresee the consequences of breaking the barriers of dimensions, it is best to keep silent.

"Wise choice!"

Megan glanced lightly over the other three agents, and after confirming that they would not be stupid enough to joke about their own safety, she pointed to the closed door, "You should walk while there is light, lest darkness befall you. "

No need to say anything more, all four agents picked up their luggage and followed her, trying to leave this suffocating place in the shortest possible time.

A group of people walked through the gloomy and dark corridor, avoiding the crew members who wanted to talk, and walked straight to the elevator.

Just like when we came here, the old elevator slowly crawled upwards carrying the guests.

During the difficult waiting, the team members tried their best not to guess what kind of misfortune the person inside would encounter, whether he was a new tourist or a dedicated husband and mother, and how many of the former staff members would survive to return home. to the loved ones.

When the guilt in my heart grew wildly like weeds, the elevator finally issued a pleasant notification sound.

In the expectant eyes of the four people, a gloomy and seductive silver-haired woman came out on catwalks, her gaze slid over everyone like a snake letter exploring the way, "I heard from the servant, how many people came to my hotel?" A special guest."

In the master room on the top floor of the hotel, people from the two camps faced each other clearly.

"Welcome to Cortez Hotel, everyone!"

The man with the mustache speaks his lines in the voice of a stage performer from the 40s, "I hope you enjoy every minute you spend here."

He raised the civilized stick in his hand and tapped the ground, proudly said: "There are still many personal collections in this hotel that have not been made public. If anyone is interested, you can contact me in private. I think I am Wouldn't mind sharing it with them."

The woman leaning lazily on the wine-red sofa glanced at him lightly, "Didn't you notice that our guest is about to leave, after brutally killing a servant."

Hearing this, there was a hint of excitement on Mustache's face, and he said enthusiastically: "I guess it must have been a very good experience, which made you want to leave with your spoils. But don't worry , the maid will clean up the residence again."

"Now, is someone willing to tell me, which part of his body did you take away? Is it a bone, a tooth, or a crystal clear eyeball?"

As if already indulging in the pleasure of dissecting the corpse, he said eagerly: "Wait, let me guess first! Since it is too difficult to completely remove the muscle tissue without harming the bones, I think you must have chosen a The easiest way: cut off the ears or the wings of the nose!"

"Headshot! I just shot him in the head, that's all, there is no beauty at all!"

Noticing that the faces of the people around her were getting more and more horrified, Megan roughly interrupted the man's impromptu performance, "March, and this Ms. Elizabeth, stop playing tricks, you know why we are leaving."

If it wasn't for the purpose of hiding her identity and avoiding causing more trouble, she really wouldn't be in the mood to spend much time talking to this lowest-level blood disease patient.

A woman who can be killed with just a bullet and a murderous evil spirit hiding in a hotel to relive the past are not enough for an exorcist to put between his teeth. I really don't understand how confident these two couples are.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes dangerously, "I am the master of the hotel. You can leave if you want to, and wait until I have had enough fun."

March, who was standing next to her, also showed a hint of excitement unique to mental patients, "Since the day I cut my own throat, this hotel has not been visited by the police for a long time. I really want to discuss it with the detectives. Now How does the serial killer differ artistically from the greats of our time."

"You are James Patrick March?"

Suddenly reaching an incredible conclusion, Rhett said with a look of horror: "Why are you not quite similar to the person in the file photo?"

March took the initiative to reveal the long scar on his throat, "Normally, it is difficult for people to see from the face of a dead person what he looked like when he was alive, because his soul has broken free from the trapped body."

"Of course, it's also possible that the local police were jealous of the masterpiece I left in this world and deliberately vilified and smeared it."

"Red!"

Gideon, who was always vigilant, pulled the big boy behind him, "Stop talking to him, this man is not a good person to talk to, whether in life or after death!"

Ma Qi looked at the young detective who was blocked by a protective posture, and sighed with jealousy and nostalgia: "What a great father's love, it is really enviable."

This thoughtful remark touched Elizabeth's most fragile nerves, and she ordered coldly: "Before Halloween, you are not allowed to leave the hotel for half a step."

"Ah!"

The expression on Megan's face was colder than hers, "What if I say no?"

It seems easier to kill two narcissists than to bring down a high-rise downtown.

"Oh, I think you may have misunderstood Elizabeth's kindness!"

Ma Qi nodded slightly and said: "Every Halloween, we will hold a banquet with the theme of "Devil's Night". The invited guests are all the most famous super killers in history."

"Inspired by all of you, when I wrote the invitation, I specifically stated that this dinner party will be joined by the old opponents who are indispensable in my life, the federal agents. So in order not to make me lose my trust, I would like to ask all the guests to stay for a few more days .At that time, we will have a very good night."

At this time, a wonderful idea had already appeared in his mind, presumably those friends who were itchy would also look forward to playing a game of cat and mouse.

"It's impossible!"

Morgan immediately rebuffed, "I won't stay in this building for another second, even if you kill me now, don't let me have dinner with those bastards!"

"Including me!"

Al said with a trembling voice, "We won't agree to your conditions."

A fool knows what will happen to the police if they fall into the hands of the demons they chased and killed. She doesn't believe that a group of serial killers gather together just to drink and reminisce, and there must be bloody and cruel games waiting for them.

Although Gideon didn't speak, he clearly expressed the attitude of advancing and retreating with his partner.

Not making a deal with a killer is a rule that every detective will keep in mind, even if it is about life or death.

"Oh, I have to regret your decision."

After taking off his top hat, March said with a sincere expression: "In order not to miss this event, many friends from far away have left early. I can hardly imagine that the evil spirit, who is not considered a gentleman, will react when he hears the bad news. What a reaction."

"Maybe they will start killing and give you the most satisfactory part of their human organs as Christmas gifts? Or maybe they will engrave your names on the innocent dead? Just kill one after another until some People are willing to take this invitation seriously?"

Successfully seeing the sudden change in the faces of the agents, March smiled triumphantly, "So, in order to prevent you from bearing those breathless conscience debts in your long life, why should you be stingy with the little concessions in front of you? Woolen cloth?"

He handed down the top hat in his hand, "Now, let us follow the spirit of the oldest contract and make a choice that follows our hearts."

The author has something to say:

John 12:35

Song Ci: It suddenly occurred to me, what if all the dead serial killers went to the FBI agents to settle accounts? =, =

It's so beautiful~~