Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

"Bang! Boom!"

The gunshots echoed in the empty shooting gallery with intense tunes, creating several layers of echoes.

"Oh! I can't hit it at all." The young girl couldn't help but let out an annoyed voice, holding the gun high in front of her eyes in an awkward posture, and repeatedly checked the light as if she was asking for responsibility, but of course there was no problem.

Her companion also tried to shoot at the side, but after finishing the few bullets, only one bullet barely touched the edge of the third ring, but it was obviously mostly due to luck.

"It still doesn't work, I still think it's quite accurate."

"Shooting is much more difficult than I imagined before. My hands seem to be numb... Hey, Mikiko, how about you?"

"Speaking of which, it's not only numb but also a bit painful..."

The two girls got together and murmured, and already had the idea of ​​simply giving up and not playing, but a voice came from the side: "There is a little problem with the posture of holding the gun, if you don't mind, let me adjust it for you?"

"Of course I don't mind, but will it be too much trouble..."

"Wow! If you don't mind, of course you don't mind, please, Mr. Ketor!"

One girl was still fiddling symbolically, but the other girl happily agreed, the previous impatience was swept away, and she returned to her eagerness to try.

Walking over from the shooting position on the other side was a young man who stood out in every sense.

He has slightly curly red hair, the ends of which are raised like flames, and the red and dark pupils are extremely rare, which makes people think of the rare rubies that were lucky enough to see in the exhibition.

This young man with prominent mixed-race features has extraordinary conversation, handsome face, fair complexion but not frail, and the waist-tight windbreaker that he puts on casually shows his tall figure. How attractive is this configuration all placed on one person Needless to say.

According to Ketor himself, he has been living abroad since high school, and he just returned to China not long ago. Because he didn't want to work too quickly, he planned to play around first as he wanted.

Although we have only known each other for less than three days, the two women - Mikiko Yoshimoto and Aiwa Taguchi have discussed in private. Mr. Ketor has a temperament that is a mixture of self-confidence and carelessness, and he looks lazy. Yes, they are actually very helpful. They are so lucky to meet such an outstanding man when they go out this time.

After Ketor came over, he helped them adjust their posture one after another. The two novices followed his command and changed the height of their guns. They waited with difficulty for a "OK" before pulling the trigger nervously. When they fired, they subconsciously Quickly closed his eyes.

"Well... not bad, it's all nine rings. Ms. Taguchi's shot is already close to the target."

"Huh?! Really!"

"Wow!!! Great, really amazing! Mr. Ketor, thank you~"

Mikiko Yoshimoto didn't care that her grades were slightly worse. Her highest hope for herself was to hit the target. Now that the target was not only fulfilled but also exceeded, she was naturally overjoyed, and her words were full of excitement that could not be concealed.

Just when Ketor was surrounded by girls chattering non-stop, the intermittent gunfire on the other side also stopped, and someone came laughing and said, "How are you three, are you having fun?"

The people who came were a couple, about 40 to [-] years old, the husband had the most common Asian appearance, his facial features were not memorable, and his body was well maintained, while the wife was beautiful and elegant, with extremely gentle manners and speech, which was easy to let People have a good impression.

"Yeah, shooting is so interesting, if Mr. Hachime didn't bring us to play, I didn't know there was such an interesting entertainment before."

"Hehe Aiyu, without Mr. Ketor's help, can you still say that~"

"Mikiko! I hate it—"

The two girls started laughing immediately, and Mr. and Mrs. Yamu, who came here to care about them, seemed to show satisfied smiles as the hosts who entertained everyone to the shooting range.

He turned to the other person besides the women, and asked sincerely: "Where is Mr. Ketor, are you having fun? If you can't make the guests feel interesting, it means that our two hosts have not entertained you well. Don't be shy, just tell me the truth."

Although Mr. Eight Eyes asked the red-haired youth not to be polite, in fact, he was the one who was really polite.

During the two and a half days of traveling together, there were countless conversations like this, and each time it ended with the red-haired young man not being polite to him at all——

"Ah, it's okay." On Ketor's face, there was still that lazy polite smile that seemed to have little interest in anything, and even the arc of the corners of his mouth remained almost unchanged every time, "Compared to gambling , this is indeed much more interesting... Then, are there any interesting activities for the rest of the time?"

Mr. Yamu subconsciously glanced at Mrs. Yamu who was like a beautiful background board.

After looking at each other naturally, the expressions of the two did not change, and there was no strangeness in their eyes. They just did the same action that had been repeated countless times - looking forward to, smiling, and looking at the scorer on Ketor's shooting position device.

"..."

Perfect ten rings.

After Ketor entered the shooting range, he raised his hand and fired a shot, which hit the distant bullseye without a millimeter of deviation.

"—hahahahaha!"

Mr. Hachime's sense of ownership is very admirable. Even if he was constantly disappointed by the red-haired young man with no winks along the way, the first reaction at this time is still to praise enthusiastically: "Amazing! It's not surprising at all, this is professional. Mr. Ketor is not even a problem with shooting, haha, it really makes me feel ashamed."

"It's not a big deal, I just happened to learn it in Hawaii." Ketor waved his hand lazily, without looking at the scorer at all, and the exaggerated praise of others seemed to be blowing the wind, and there was no fluctuation in listening, and even felt boring.

Mr. Hachime: "...Hawaii?"

Ketor casually: "Yeah, there is a magical training base in Hawaii, which covers all kinds of practical skills from driving to flying, bomb disposal to sniping. I went there to learn for a while...so I know a little about everything, Not surprising."

"So that's the case, will you know..."

The muscles on the left side of Mr. Yamu's face twitched uncontrollably, and he almost couldn't hold back his anger and angrily scolded him for talking nonsense, playing them for fools openly.

But he can't.

Mrs. Yamu immediately answered the conversation, her gentle words rounded up the atmosphere, and the timing of the cover-up was very ingenious. The guests who were in the excitement could not even notice the slight abnormality in Mr. Yamu's emotions.

Mikiko Yoshimoto and Aiwa Taguchi on the side saw the shining ten rings that perfectly fit the bull's-eye, and their admiration for Mr. Ketor burst out again, and they flattered each other with Mrs. Hachime.

However, no matter how Kwafa changed his tricks, he couldn't avoid the sentence: "Since you are so good at all the games we have played, is there anything Mr. Ketor can't do? I always feel like there is nothing!"

These words seem to be sarcasm in a different situation, but here, the girls are all sincere and expressing their feelings.

They met in an entertainment club the night before yesterday.

Mikiko Yoshimoto and Mikiko Yoshimoto are well-born rich girls who live in Tokyo. Because the family was strict before, after graduating from university, they met to travel across the country and ran out to experience life.

The clubhouse was noisy, and it was even more noisy under the flickering lights. The two girls were not used to this environment, so they had to find an empty seat to sit down and drink juice, and they happened to sit with Ketor who was alone in the corner.

It was even weirder than this red-haired young man who was drinking juice on the dance floor.

He sat for a long time in the corner where the lights flickered weakly. During this period, many people were attracted by his outstanding appearance and temperament, and enthusiastically came forward to invite him to dance, and actively invited him to drink, but he refused.

He doesn't drink or dance, and doesn't get entangled with others, so what is he doing in this kind of place, is it just to feel the atmosphere?

Someone always noticed him and was curious about this question, so they didn't do anything else, but took the initiative to talk to him, and of course Mr. Yamu and his wife came.

The location is spacious enough for five people to sit at a table. Mr. Yamu, who is talkative and courteous, naturally opened up the conversation. Under the guidance of Mrs. Yamu, who was gentle and kind, the nervous girls relaxed their vigilance and quickly joined the conversation.

The Bamu couple first introduced themselves. They are local merchants in the timber business. They usually travel around the country. Apart from doing business, they also want to make friends. I happened to be resting here in my hometown, and before going out for business, I came to dance and meet some new friends.

With them at the beginning, the two girls also introduced themselves. Although they only mentioned their names and the purpose of the trip, in the eyes of some people, they have already revealed enough details.

Finally, it was the red-haired youth's turn.

The red-haired young man's name is Ketor, and his personality is actually not difficult to get along with... At least the girls think so, because he doesn't mind if they come to disturb him hastily, and he doesn't mind revealing his information.

He is a young and promising returning elite. He came to this relatively remote coastal city for tourism. He came to the clubhouse to sit and feel that the things he had been exposed to in the past were too boring, so he wanted to find some excitement on the spur of the moment. But it was more boring than he thought, if they hadn't come to chat with him, he would have planned to leave.

After this self-proclaimed "everything is boring" attitude was published, there was a faint hint of unpleasant arrogance, but the girls were not familiar with him, so it was hard to say anything, and they just suppressed a little weirdness in their hearts.

The Bamu couple didn't seem to feel offended, and they were still so enthusiastic. When they heard that Ketor was looking for excitement, they immediately sat up as locals and proposed to take three foreign tourists to have a good time together. If you want to stimulate, then come to stimulate, so that the three of them are not familiar with each other, and they will not have fun.

Ketor had just returned to China, and he was really not very familiar with the country, so he agreed casually with an indifferent attitude.

In the conversation that lasted for a long time before, the girls had a good impression of the Bamu couple, and with the support of the handsome guy, the two hesitated for a while, and then happily agreed.

The Bamu couple warmly led them to their private villa and gave them a thoughtful reception.

Not only did they cook and prepare dinner for them, but they also drove them around the city early the next morning. No matter if it was delicious food or fun, everything was arranged properly.

None of them are short of money. It just so happened that two young girls entered the society for the first time, and they were also greedy for novelty and excitement.The needs are unified, and the host is of course unambiguous. First, he took the guests to the most famous haunted house in the area, and then went to the cliff to play bungee jumping, and then went to the skydiving club to play skydiving. Last night, he even took them into the local haunted house. Known private casino played a few games, and this morning brought them to a professional shooting gallery to experience shooting with live ammunition...

As the inviter, the Yamu couple's arrangements can be described as extremely meticulous, and they have basically gone through all the exciting items they can think of. This kindness really moved the guests—especially the two rich girls from Tokyo. .

They had a great time.

The Hachime couple showed a relieved smile.

But the next second——.

"It's okay, but it's far worse than the one I cleared abroad."

A haunted house that has been cleared by at least a hundred people since its opening, even came out of the haunted house yawning in 10 minutes said so.

Then, it's not over yet.

"Bungee jumping... This cliff is a bit short, you guys go first, I won't."

"The skydiving instructor who told you the precautions is not very professional, it should be like this..."

"It's the same no matter what you play, if you just want to win, well, isn't it very simple?"

This guy who seems to be in the game world can be said to be quite disappointing.

He is proficient in all the items carefully selected by the Yamu couple. Even if it is just a small gamble, he will only win. It is not clear whether he has done anything wrong. In short, it is so easy won.

The host and the guests were already stunned, or rather numb from shock.

From the moment when the red-haired young man found skydiving boring, bought a helicopter on the spot, and tried to learn how to fly a helicopter, they realized that the "boring" that this young man always talked about was probably not an empty boasting inside .

He probably did have too much experience and richness, so he became more and more tired of the boring life of ordinary life.

A young man with extraordinary wealth, and an extremely outstanding person himself, who can spend his youth safely and recklessly in the world...

Isn't he the perfect proud son of heaven in the public sense?

Although Mikiko Yoshimoto and Aiwa Taguchi are also from good backgrounds, their family background and vision are obviously far away from Ketor's level. Apart from envy, longing is also born spontaneously.

Today, after seeing Mr. Ketor's marksmanship is so amazing, they will no longer be surprised. After all, they have already taken his excellence for granted, and it is strange that Ketor makes mistakes.

"Speaking of which, does Mr. Ketor have any entertainment methods that he has never tried?"

"Yes, there must be. There are so many novelty things in the world, how could I have experienced them all."

At this time, Ketor became humble again. His unhurried, long-drawn ending sound seemed to have pierced someone's ear again.

"In this case, let me take a break first, you can continue...ah, yes." Ketor looked over Mr. Yamu's head, and fell on a man whose sense of existence was almost swallowed by silence, "Mr. Zhuxing Come try too?"

Mr. Eight Eyes twitched the corners of his mouth that had become flexible again, and followed his words with a smile: "Yes, Ah Da, don't keep watching from the sidelines, we are all friends who come out to play together, be more casual."

"..."

The man mentioned looked up, slightly raised his green eyes under the knitted hat, and said in unauthentic Japanese: "No, I shouldn't be able to play well."

"Mr. Morohoshi, you can try it if you can't play well!" Mikiko Yoshimoto suddenly became excited again, "Look at me and Ai Yu, the fight was messy at the beginning, if it is impossible, Mr. Ketor can help Help you, won't you, Mister Ketor?"

"Yes." Of course Ketor would not refuse.

Everyone except me expressed their support, but the man who was being watched by several eyes at this time frowned, showing a reluctant but helpless expression.

"Okay, then I'll try."

"That's right, Ada, you are too polite, go and play with confidence!"

Mr. Yamu happily patted the back of the man who was a head taller than himself, showing his intimacy with others.

Zhu Xingda is a foreigner. Not long ago, he accidentally lost his wallet and documents when he came to the island country to relax. When he was desperate, he was wandering on the streets, and happened to meet the kind-hearted Yamu couple.

The couple heard that he had a conflict with his family abroad, and they didn't want to return to China or contact his family for the time being, so they asked him to live at home and help him do some manual cleaning and repair work to pay for the rent.

When the three guests stayed at Yamu's house, including when they went out to play, Zhu Xingda followed them all the time, but he usually only watched from the side and rarely participated.

His reaction was easy to understand. After all, he was dependent on others and was short-handed. He was embarrassed to spend more money from his employer, so he deliberately lowered his sense of presence.

Having said that, the two girls who were traveling with him didn't pay much attention to him.

Because Zhu Xing's appearance is not ordinary.

Although they are of the same mixed race, he is different from Ketor.

Maybe it's because he is a few years older than the latter, Zhu Xingda's facial features are deeper, sharp edges and corners, exuding a mature and melancholy temperament, and his height of nearly 1.9 meters with long black hair over the waist is quite unruly, Like a rebellious singer who beats drums on the street by himself.

However, after actually getting along, although he has good physical strength and is honest and quick to help with work, this Zhu Xingda... seems to be not very bright-minded. He often lowers his eyes and immerses himself in his own world. I don’t know what he is thinking. I don't like to communicate with other people very much, and I am not very happy to ask him to play something together.

Zhu Xingda is now at the shooting position, and laymen can tell that he has never touched a gun before, and his movements are quite rusty. He repeatedly picks up and puts down the gun, carefully observes it several times, and then barely holds it with his right index finger. trigger.

Ketor cast his gaze from the side, and stayed for a while on his right palm, which seemed to be cocooned by physical exertion.

"A little further down, the fingers are tightened...well, yes, almost."

"Is that so?"

Zhu Xingda said, his eyes became serious, he remained motionless, maintaining the posture corrected by Ketor, and shot.

"Boom!"

Just when the Eight Eyes couple and the two girls showed anticipation and were ready to applaud and encourage Zhu Xingda's achievements.

"……Hey?"

"Ah, this..."

What he originally thought was that even if he missed the eight or nine rings, as long as he hit the target, they would praise him wildly and give the silent and withdrawn brother some spiritual comfort.

But no one expected the result to be so miserable.

Zhu Xing Dalian fired two shots, both of which missed the target, and where the bullets flew was a mystery in the end.

This performance is even better than Mikiko Yoshimoto...

Ketor seemed to be surprised, and fell into deep thought in disbelief: "I adjusted the direction for you, why is it so far away?"

Zhu Xingda himself was not surprised, he missed his shot, and his expression was only a little dull: "Ah... It really doesn't work, thank you Mr. Ketor, that's it."

"No, it's not a big problem. You can try again. I'll put on my earmuffs and take a closer look."

It's boring to shoot a gun by yourself, but Ketor is interested in instructing a rotten gun basket with an astonishingly poor level. He looks like he has to guide all the stars to hit the target before he is finished, but he is a little more energetic than before A little bit.

Zhu Xingda declined for a while and then did not refuse, it seems that such a dull personality is not very good at rejecting other people's kindness.

Now the silent and withdrawn people have integrated into the group, and the arrogant and leisurely people have something to do. The smile on the corner of Mr. Yamu's lips became a little more real, and he gave Mrs. Yamu a look. Mrs. Yamu understood, and went to accompany the other two girls. chat.

At noon, Zhu Xingda was able to hit the fifth ring steadily with one shot under Ketor's guidance to shoot. The others had had enough, and a group of six left the shooting gallery. After finding a decent restaurant for dinner, Mr. Hachime was the last one to pay the bill.

"How about going to the beach in the afternoon?" Mr. Hachime suggested as usual while eating, "Actually, we have a small private beach under our name. We originally wanted to build a hotel on the shore and do some business during the peak tourist season, but Yoshiko was very happy. I like the scenery there, so I changed the hotel into a self-stay, and I can go there for vacation when I have time, and I can also use it to entertain friends.”

Yoshiko is his wife's name, and Mrs. Eight Eyes also smiled and said at this time: "There should be some small waves on the beach recently. Is Mr. Ketor interested in surfing? We just have a few sets of equipment at home, which can be lent to everyone use."

"Surfing? Sounds good."

Ketor cut the steak, and the half-rare blood dripped into the black pepper juice, like the flashing red in his eyes.

He put a small piece of very finely cut fresh and tender beef into his mouth until he chewed it slowly, and then said: "It just happens to be a gameplay that I have never experienced, and I am already looking forward to it."

"Oh, I don't know how to swim, so I'll cheer for Mr. Ketor when the time comes, um, and Mr. Zhuxing, we will cheer for you when the time comes!"

The girls directly acquiesced to go together, and didn't think there was anything wrong with going to the remote and remote beach. At this time, they were excited to see the handsome guy surfing - the two boys' figures are not bad at first glance, and they will change into swimsuits when the time comes , can you still appreciate the abs?

They set off after eating, and Mr. Hachime drove all the members away from the bustling city, passing through the seldom-populated forest bends, and finally arrived at the seaside private house he mentioned after two hours.

Mr. Yamu is an honest person.

The house is built on a cliff that is higher than the coast. It is spacious and bright. The windows face the sea. The scenery is beautiful. The beach is not occupied by endless tourists and garbage. It is very quiet and pleasant as a leisure place. The only disadvantage is that the mobile phone signal sometimes disappears. .

But the luck of the guests was not so good. Not long after they checked in, the sky outside the window became cloudy. The coastline in the distance was undulating and the wind was blowing, which was a sign of an approaching storm.

The host regretfully apologizes for not checking the weather forecast in advance... If you don't mind, please stay in the house for a few more days, and when the weather clears up, everyone can enjoy the seaside scenery with peace of mind.

It's all here, even if the guests feel that it has been delayed for a long time, they are too embarrassed to ask to return, so the matter is settled.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye.

The Yamu and his wife's hospitality attitude has not changed, they have always served delicious food and drink, and seeing that Mr. Zhu Xing is responsible for several people's cleaning, the guests are also a little bit sorry, and take the initiative to share part of the housework.

However, Aiwa Taguchi, whose body was weak, suddenly felt unwell, whether he had accidentally contracted the cold or was not acclimatized to the environment. On the morning of the third day, he suddenly became bedridden and could only rest in bed, under the care of his best friend.

Soon, Mikiko Yoshimoto also felt weak and hot all over, and had symptoms of a suspected severe cold. She fell aside and moved to the same room with Aiwa Taguchi, under the careful care of Mrs. Hachime.

But for some reason, no matter how meticulously Mrs. Yamu took care of them, the two girls still showed no sign of recovery. Their physical condition deteriorated and their consciousness gradually became drowsy.

Only then did I realize what was wrong, and it was too late.

Not just two innocent girls, on the other hand, Ketor only lasted half a day longer than Mikiko Yoshimoto.

The next day, near night.

It was already dinner time, but there was no sound from the room belonging to the guests on the second floor. Ketor felt dizzy after lunch and went back to the room first. He seemed to be asleep at this time and did not go downstairs.

Downstairs, Mrs. Eight Eyes is making soup.

The big bone was not chopped, and the whole bone was placed obliquely and soaked in the pot. Due to the long cooking time, the milky white and yellowed bone oil leaked from the cracked bone seam, soaked the broth, and suddenly got involved in it again. In the tumbling bubbles, in the overflowing aroma, there is a silent whine.

Mr. Hachime was cleaning the table.

In the dining room, there was a large square mahogany table. They used to eat around the table. The table was always covered by a huge and thick tablecloth, even the table legs were covered——at this time, the tablecloth was lifted by Mr. Yamu Open it, revealing the crimson and almost black tabletop underneath.

There are some uneven marks on the top and bottom corners of the tabletop, which seem to be left by a sharp and hard object.

When Mrs. Yamu stewed hard meat and brittle bones until soft, Mr. Yamu also polished the tabletop.

The couple withdrew their hands at the same time, and when they looked at each other from the air, the gentle lady smiled charmingly, and the kind gentleman restrained his smile, showing the ferocity of a hyena tearing its prey in his eyes.

They went upstairs together, but to different rooms.

Mr. Yamu knocked perfunctorily before entering the door, while Mrs. Yamu turned the doorknob directly, as if she was about to receive her favorite gift with a joyful smile, and she never took it off since she put it on.

Mr. Hachime turned on the light.

In a not-so-small bedroom, a man seemed to feel extremely uncomfortable suddenly. When he flipped over, he accidentally fell off the bed, but compared with the red-haired young man next door and the girls who had been unable to move for a long time, he seemed to have some mobility left. strength.

Mr. Hachime approached and looked down at him with a weak face and struggling to hold the woolen carpet with his fingers.

The aura of being able to control life and death arbitrarily is enough to wear the crown of the king of God for any seemingly ordinary person. At this time, Mr. Yamu is in such a state.

He squatted down as if he couldn't bear it, and held the black-haired young man's hand that was twitching from the force as if he felt the same way: "...Ada, I don't need to explain any more, you should already understand."

"I drugged you. The little brother who lives next to you, the two ladies on the third floor, can no longer stand up from the bed by themselves. Haha, don't look at me like this, I believe, you can Understood."

"When we are tortured by poverty and we may not be able to survive well, there are still some people in the world who are born to live a superior life. They are still not satisfied, looking for the so-called...excitement! Fresh !"

Mr. Yamu's tone is still persuasive and kind, but his eyes are as cold as ice, and the two words that he emphasized were bitten into pieces by his teeth, as if in the world under his control, a rich man who can enjoy life, committed a heinous crime.

This unreasonable malice is the culprit driving Mr. Yamu. He was born in a humble age and has a good sense of people. After getting along with him for this period of time, he has observed the confusion in the heart of the man in front of him, the loneliness far away from his hometown, and his love for his relatives. dissatisfaction... At this moment, Eight Eyes was confident that the man named Zhu Xingda had completely fallen into his grasp.

He gently opened Zhu Xingda's hand, then grabbed the man's hair, and pulled it up suddenly, his slow tone seemed to be poisoned, but with infinite temptation: "Seeing you sitting on the street, I will Thinking of me back then... Ah Da, I treated you as a brother, you left your hometown and had no one to rely on, but we took you in..."

"Feeling the lives of these rich people, you are satisfied in your heart. We are not wrong to get what we need from those idiots who waste their lives. We are not wrong. The method is quite simple, just like this, very simple and easy. "

"You, sure—wanted to stay and help me, and become... family with us, right?"

It is an invitation and a threat.

When Mr. Hachime saw Morohoshi lingering on the street, he certainly didn't think of himself, but a down-and-out foreigner who was strong and had no social connections in the local area, and he was a very suitable helper.

Therefore, he took advantage of the opportunity to invite Zhu Xingda to help him. During this period, he quietly hid the only remaining passports of foreigners, and when he began to poison the guests' food, he only gave Zhu Xingda a relatively light dose.

The lucky one with the heaviest dose is of course the arrogant Ketor.

excellent!excellent!What a talent!You were born with it all!

God's favor was all taken by such an arrogant guy who thought he was omnipotent!

Heh, it's just that the superficial skills are not bad, but the reality is careless and stupid, arrogant but completely unaware that he will become a lamb on the chopping board, it really makes people laugh.

If it wasn't for taking off a fresh enough head, Mr. Yamu, who was so jealous that his seven orifices were smoking, would have wished to poison him to death directly.

Thinking of Ketor, Mr. Yamu suddenly lost the patience to intimidate Zhu Xingda, and asked sullenly: "Then, what's your answer?"

"Uh...uh..."

Zhu Xingda's face was distorted due to pain, and the look in his green pupils was gloomy. The words of Mr. Eight Eyes and the cold gaze obviously brought him huge psychological pressure, and every sentence hit the apex of his heart.

If he hadn't been poisoned, he could easily resist, but now, he could be killed by the murderer who showed his true colors at any time.

Human conscience and desire for survival collide fiercely, and Zhu Xingda constantly struggles psychologically...

Finally, with pain in his eyes, he nodded his head with difficulty.

"Very good, as expected of my fancy brother, my partner, my... family."

Skillfully giving hints to the person in front of him, Mr. Yamu finally regained his smile, and without further delay, he bent down himself, lifted Zhu Xingda who was sweating weakly, and put his arms on his shoulders. Slowly lead him down the stairs.

When they reached the huge dining table, they stopped.

On the dining table, the "goods" waiting to be processed have been placed.

The red-haired youth lay here quietly.

He was carried down from the second floor by Mrs. Eight Eyes, who seemed weak.

The madam really treated him as dearly as if she were a beloved object. When she laid him flat on the hard table, she deliberately lowered her strength to prevent the back of his head from being roughly bumped.

He was only wearing pajamas, and his hands and feet were hanging limply.

The soft pajamas should be light and thin, but he unknowingly unbuttoned the two buttons near the neckline, and the collar squeezed back into folds, only discreetly revealing a small piece of skin that was slightly red from the heat.

The red-haired young man was tilting his head, but Mrs. Yamu, who was sitting at the end of the long table, stretched out her hand, gently straightened his head, and then stroked it obsessively with her fingertips.

Starting from his soft and gorgeous red hair, he rubbed it until the young man could feel the trembling eyelids, and then slid down his hot cheeks, stopping at the corner of his mouth.

"Honey, I'm very satisfied with the decorations this time." Mrs. Yamu was overjoyed, and wrapped her arms around the red-haired young man's head, "It's a pity to bury his bones in the sand after a few days of admiration. stay, okay?"

Mr. Yamu frowned subconsciously. Out of disgust and jealousy for this son, he didn't want to put this guy's head at home and make the bones into furniture, but since Madam wanted so much, he said dotingly: "Fangzi , as long as you like, you can do anything."

Mrs. Eight Eyes got the promise, and her mood became better. She couldn't let go of the head of the red-haired young man who had not yet separated from the blood supply.Such a delicate and unique appearance is just in line with her preferences.

On the other side, Mr. Yamu let go of Zhu Xingda and let him press the edge of the table to prop up his body. Mr. Yamu went up to the second floor again, and came down after a while, grabbing the bottle in Ketor's room. Backpack.

He opened the backpack and shook all the contents in the bag on the sofa, ignoring the few sundries, and the only thing that got the most attention was the wallet.

In Ketor's wallet, there are several large amounts of cash, several bank cards, and a driver's license.

Mr. Hachime only took out the cash, the bank card and driver's license were useless, and stuffed them back into the wallet indiscriminately.He was obviously not satisfied with the total amount of cash, so he cursed at the frontier, and when he turned to the dining table, his killing intent soared: "Not only the head, but also the hands and feet of this guy."

"Okay, which one to start with?"

"Left...no, right hand."

Ketor shot the right hand with the perfect ten rings, and he had long felt that it was an eyesore.

"Then let's get started, my dear—camera, the previous trash doesn't matter, don't forget this time."

"Okay, honey, don't worry."

Mr. Hachime stepped aside and opened the safe that was blocked by the sofa.

When the door of the box was opened, the stuff that was overstuffed inside was unstoppable, and some of them were spilled all over the floor. It turned out that they were all photos that had been hoarded for an unknown period of time.

The "prey" they choose must not only meet the conditions to attract his jealousy, but also must be a young man with good looks, both male and female.

Before careful treatment, they will take photos of their satisfied "prey" as souvenirs. After cleaning the photos, they can take them out from time to time in the future to reminisce-whose skull is the favorite earring made of?Whose eyeballs are treasured in the freezer?Well, it turns out that our taste is really good.

Occasionally, Mr. Yamu will forget to take pictures, and Mrs. Yamu will forget to remind, but this time must not be forgotten.

Zhu Xingda watched as Mr. Yamuku opened the safe, closed the door again, and walked towards them again, holding a small gardening chainsaw in his hand. After turning on the power, he turned on the switch and handed it to them. The stars are big.

"Saw off this hand, and then the foot." Mr. Yamu ordered with a cruel light in his flat eyes.

If you don't want to drag Zhu Xingda into the water, you must ensure that his hands are stained with blood, and Mr. Yamu will do it himself.But it was just parting out the unimportant hands and feet, not to the point of heartache, he can guarantee that Ketor's head will be cut off by himself.

"........."

Zhu Xingda held the chainsaw with great difficulty and turned around stiffly. The loud and terrifying noise seemed to frighten him into a daze.

Hesitating at this time and having a psychological struggle are inevitable, and the Bamu couple are not in a hurry to urge him.

He lowered his head slowly, looking at the red-haired young man who was still held by Mrs. Yamu