[Comprehensive Anglo-American] New York People's Suffering History

"Captain. So far, this is the only victim who has successfully escaped from the ingenious mechanism of the jigsaw." Ed, the trainee policeman, pointed to a small black figure in the surveillance screen, nervously looking at the idol beside him, the American people's World War II Hero - Captain America.

"Enlarge the close-up of the face. Adjust the clarity." Steve Rogers always felt that the blurred figure in the picture seemed to have been seen somewhere.

The clarity of the road monitoring system is very limited in the dark. After Dou Da’s head is enlarged to the size of the screen, it looks like a black and white version of the painting of the little prince Mondrian in EXCEL.Not to mention being able to recognize who it is, it takes a lot of effort to recognize the person.

"Can't you deal with it more clearly?" Steve Rogers leaned closer to the screen and didn't see why.

Ed shook his head: "The equipment in the bureau can only do so much."

If you want to get a clear picture of the victim's face from this scumbag picture quality, you can only use high technology.

And mention high technology.The first thing Steve Rogers thought of was Tony Stark, the son of his late friend.The Stark Industries he runs not only has the latest weapon manufacturing technology, but also has made great achievements in other technological fields.

Analyzing an image is a breeze for Tony Stark.

***

10880 Malibu Street.

Inside the sea view villa of Stark Industries President Tony Stark.

"Miss Potts, please tell Mr. Stark that I have something to ask him for help." Steve Rogers sat on the sofa in the reception room and took the coffee handed by Pep.

"It may not be convenient now..." Pep looked a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Stark is on business?"

No need for Pep to answer, Steve Rogers knew the answer right away.

Some strange groaning/groaning noises coming through the soundproof wall from the next room.

This time even Steve Rogers was embarrassed.The captain gave a dry cough, and turned his head to look at the vast sea level outside the window in a daze. Pep lowered his head, pretending to look at the white paper in the folder in his hand.The two tried to ignore Mr. Stark's "painful" screams.

A few minutes later, a slim young woman walked past the reception room with a coat in her hand.

Pep and Captain America waited for a while, and after confirming that the romantic president had enough time to get dressed, Pep knocked on the door.

Sweating profusely, Tony Stark picked up the yoga mat on the ground, and said to Pep in a somewhat reproachful tone: "I want you to exercise together, I don't know what kind of anger you are. But I haven't practiced for a long time, and my muscles and bones are rigid. Just doing the yoga moves almost killed me."

"So, the exercise you are referring to is yoga?" Miss Pep, who was thinking too much, tactfully changed the subject: "The captain has something to discuss with you, and others are in the waiting room."

After taking a shower, Tony Stark walked into the reception room, poured two glasses of wine, and handed one of them to Captain America. "Although I have business dealings with the government, it doesn't mean that you can trouble me if you encounter any problems in your work."

The captain waved his hand, pointed to the coffee in front of him, and said, "I'm on business, so I can't drink alcohol. Just drink coffee."

Tony Stark imported the picture data brought by Captain America into the computer. "Jarvis, get it done."

While Jarvis was processing the analysis, Tony Stark sat on the sofa opposite Captain America. "The jigsaw case is difficult?"

"It's really frustrating. It's one step behind him every time."

"According to what you just said, the victim got away successfully this time?"

"Well. In order to prevent the jigsaw from causing damage again, we must find the victim as soon as possible. You can also learn a lot about the jigsaw from his mouth."

[Mr. Stark, the data analysis is complete. ]

Jarvis used holographic projection technology to project the analyzed portrait in mid-air.

"It's her?" Captain America looked at the woman in the picture in surprise.Isn't this the woman I met at the jigsaw crime scene last time?

Tony Stark was almost obsessed too.Stunning beauty!

***

Soapy wakes up in a dry well.

There seemed to be venom flowing in the blood, which made her unable to raise any strength.

"You're awake!"

Soapy heard the reputation, and a red-haired girl who was chained to the iron ring on the well wall was looking at her.The girl is a little dehydrated, her lips are chapped, and her wrists may be due to struggling.covered in wounds.

It was only then that Soapy realized that he was also locked in the same way, and above the round wellhead, he could see the wooden roof with the chandelier.Half of the wooden ladder was exposed at the mouth of the well, which should have been used by the murderer to send her down the well.

"Where are these four?" Soapy was as soft as a pile of melted fudge, and even the words he said were sticky and unclear.

The redhead girl shook her head. "I got a needle in the back on my way home from get off work and woke up here."

Sure enough, everyone's victimization experience is similar.Soapy didn't have the strength to speak any more, gasped weakly, and waited desperately for the next fate.

In the dilapidated wilderness wooden house outside the well.

Gary happily sat in front of the workbench, drawing the design draft.That beautiful human leather suit he was about to own.

The skin exposed/exposed to the black undershirt has ugly purple scars that spread from the face to the body, nowhere is the skin normal.Gary's skin was like the pitted surface of humus after the rain, and he was cursed before he was born, and he came into the world with this disgusting skin.

Therefore, he didn't know who his biological parents were, and he was thrown at the gate of the orphanage when he was born.

In the past twenty years of his life, he has never had a friend, and everyone avoids him.

For the first time as an adult, she let go of her fragile inferiority complex and summoned up the courage to confess, but was scolded by girls as "the ugly pet around the devil".

Fortunately.That sentence was the last sentence she said in this life.

At the age of 20, he experienced an important growth in his life, from a boy to a man.The lecturer is a beautiful prostitute.

That was the first time he touched a woman's smooth skin.After that, his desire for skin was out of control, and he wanted to take the beautiful existence bestowed by God as his own.

In the past year, he traveled to Britain and the United States, killed eleven young prostitutes, and cut off the most delicate and flawless skin from different parts of those people, but those pieces were far from enough to make a set enough to cover him Full body clothes.

He had planned to keep killing.Because crime is so easy.

A little money can get a prostitute to go anywhere you want her to go.

Girls in this industry usually have no family members, and no one cares if they disappear.

And most of them are young and in good physical condition.

His killing plan changed after receiving the anonymous letter this morning.

He has never seen the perfect skin of the woman in the photo, fair and rosy, without any impurities, even if it is magnified countless times, the skin is as delicate as fine porcelain.

Originally, he was patiently watching downstairs in Soapy during the day.When Soapy came home, a man in a red tights supported her. Finally, when she went out again at night, she was preempted by a little homeless girl.Worried that his beloved's skin would be damaged, Gary hurriedly followed, but fortunately he managed to save him.

Thinking of Gary who will soon be able to put on the perfect skin, he couldn't help being excited, humming a song happily, drawing the dotted and solid lines to be cut and sewed on the design drawing on the paper, and imagining himself wearing new clothes in his mind look.

Finish the design sketch.From the drawer of the workbench, Gary pulls out a new knife he bought for $9999. The 33-layer blade structure allows the blade to present beautiful patterns. With a light wave of the blade on the paper, a small strip of paper as thin as a hair is cut off.

Only such a sharp knife can cut that perfect skin into an incomparably smooth outline.

"Beauty. Here I come." Gary grabbed the silicone/gel mask on the table and stuck it to the horrible face.This mask is his fig leaf when facing the world and the crowd.Wearing a gray work suit and black leather gloves, the skin that is ashamed to be seen is hidden.

Seeing movement at the mouth of the well, the red-haired girl leaned against the well wall in fear.Soapy opened her eyes weakly, and the man who rescued her lowered the wooden ladder to the bottom of the well, and slowly climbed down the wooden ladder with a knife in his hand.

"No! Please let me go." The red-haired girl knelt on the ground and begged.

"Don't be emotional. You're of no use to me."

The man walked up to Soapy, admiring her skin greedily. "Beauty. It may hurt more, please be patient."

Soapy glanced at the sharp blade that was shining coldly, and asked, "What do you want?"

"You'll know after a while." The man gently stroked Su Bi's face, his facial features were distorted, and he said with a morbid smile.

Soapy met the man's eyes.Through the gray pupils, she saw the undisguised perverted desire in the man's heart.

No, good God!Quickly save me.

The author has something to say: Subi: A pervert, if you have a mental illness, see a doctor immediately.Come, come, I'll give you Hannibal's contact information.

PS:

The last few chapters have been a bit abusive.

Just wait until Baby Subi's skills are consecrated~~