The Red Dead Lolita

Just climb over that board...

I want to go home...

At this time, behind her, footsteps sounded unhurriedly.

"Ten seconds left, hurry up," Kohler's tone was full of jokes and malice, "As long as you climb over that line, you can get happiness, there are five seconds left... four, three, two, one! Haha Haha! It seems that you have not taken on the role of a bug at all, you are not crawling fast enough!"

As the countdown ended, the girl trembled all over, her eyes were flushed, her tense heartstrings loosened, and she lay on the ground like a broken doll.

Kohler picked her up from behind, held her arm with his fingers, and tightened it tightly. The flesh and fat without tendons were soft and sticky like cheese, and squeezed out from between his fingers smoothly.

"You can't escape my palm, stay in my collection room obediently."

The girl didn't answer, she just let her play with her, and a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.

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Did it come?

Aware of the recording ability of 'Time Bird', Ashley sneered inwardly.

This is conspiracy.

If Coleridge let her go, she would detain the cruise ship, apply for a transfer order, and free the hostages.

If you don't let it go, conflicts will inevitably arise, and you will just take the opportunity to weaken the other party.

As a non-productive civil servant, Ashley is very clear about who created the weekly salary of 6 pounds and who he should serve.

It was this salary that allowed her to live comfortably and decently when she was struggling.

It's useless if you can't even protect the people who pay your wages.

Check the bullet nest, the ability copied by 'Shiniao' is called "Survival Sticky Star".

When activated, the whole body shrinks into a barbed seed, which is ejected soundlessly and hangs on the clothes, making it difficult to detect, very suitable for the ability of assassination.

And at this moment, there was a killer hanging behind Ashley's clothes!

This olive-sized, light texture, like a cocklebur seed, suddenly swelled and deformed, and stretched out a hand holding a dagger!

The shape of the dagger is weird, the blade is a spike with a strange arc, it is shiny and transparent, filled with agate-like patterns.

The forearm suddenly retracted, driving the dagger, and piercing it straight into the back of the heart!

click!

Before the dagger fell, the liquid metal burst out of the clothes formed spikes, piercing through the wrist first!

A shrill scream sounded in the void, the killer let go of his fingers, his whole body swelled up, and he was forced to return to his original shape!

Ashley turned around to catch the falling dagger, and immediately recognized it as a B-level relic——"Pissing Man Pill".

Once stabbed, the water in the whole body will be forced out, shrinking into a highly compressed meatball!

Water accounts for about 7% of the human body. A person who weighs 100 catties will only be left with [-] kg after being stabbed. The bones and flesh are condensed into fist-sized high-calcium protein lumps.

This ancient relic was originally used to make dried aquatic products, freeze-dried food, and compressed biscuits, but just like the chainsaw that was originally used to saw trees is more efficient in killing people, the "pissing man pill" is used in assassination. Leaving any trace of crime, after the pure water discharged evaporates, it is as if the person never existed.

With a blank face, Ashley stabbed into the chest of the killer who appeared behind him!

In an instant, the explosion-like thick fog pushed away the dust on the ground, causing her to squint her eyes. Before she could take a closer look, the killer's face turned into twisted patterns on the compressed meatball.

The effect is outstanding!

Ashley was taken aback, this group of beasts actually dealt with her directly!

Meow meow is still a child!

He looked up at Coleridge the Collector, who was leaning on the side of the ship to watch the battle, and cut his throat at him.

This Liang Zi was settled, and Ashley had a very simple concept of revenge - whoever kills me will kill the other.

The man in the white python skin had an ugly face. Cantero was a killer who had been with him for several years. He brought him out from a primitive tribe in an isolated place. The pig was slaughtered, what is the origin of this guy?

However, Cantero is not considered a strong player in the guard, he is just good at assassination, and Kohler does not think that the other party can threaten him.

At this time, the butler reminded: "Master, the guests are here."

A group of people came from afar, they were the guests who came to attend the appointment after receiving news of the arrival of the Garden of Beasts.

Kohler felt a sense of irritability, but at such a time...

He turned his head to look at the old housekeeper, and said, "Go ahead, that loli is pretty good, it has the value of becoming a collection, bring her back."

"Yes, sir."

The butler disappeared in place, leaving only a wisp of smoke from the soles of the shoes rubbing against the floor at high speed.

another one?

Ashley sneered in his heart, the other party really didn't believe in evil, and insisted on trying her methods.

This time, it wasn't the assassination ability and stealthy action, but a mad bull rushing straight over, without even considering whether the battle would make any noise, it was completely torn apart.

The old butler was extremely explosive. When he stepped on the ground to borrow his strength, his feet exploded like a landmine, breaking through the sound barrier in a few strokes, and the air waves brought up by the air blasted the tiles on both sides of the street into the sky!

No ability was recorded, this is the shocking effect caused by the super-strengthened powerful body!

But Ashley didn't panic in the slightest, extraordinary enhancements without technological content were nothing more than clumsy elephants.

If it is the Iron King technology of the Judgment House, it can reach more than ten times the speed while breaking through the air silently.

Moreover, it is extremely dexterous, not this kind of shell shooting mode where it is difficult to adjust the direction when one foot steps on a big hole and the inertia is high.

Ashley made a fake move to deceive the center of gravity, shaking the butler away, the two passed by each other, and when they turned around, they saw the other party slipping on the ground, plowing two deep ravines.

The expensive handmade leather shoes were torn and rolled, and the well-tailored trousers were broken into rags, revealing monster-like sharp toes and toes and thigh muscles like steel kinks!

Technology is not enough, relics come together!

The housekeeper twirled an insect ring shaped like a cordyceps on his index finger!

Ashley immediately recognized that it was a Grade A relic!

"Two Tibetan Mandala"!

Swish!

Four black singularities forming a regular tetrahedron appeared in three places on the top of the blue-haired Lolita's head and on the ground, instantly bursting into jet-black petals, layer upon layer, enveloping her.

Then, the singularity shrinks inward and disappears.

The butler held down the ring and felt relieved, the blue-haired loli had been imprisoned in the imaginary space of the "Two Tibetan Mandala".

This powerful relic was originally used to contain extraordinary creatures, and it was a bit overkill to deal with a loli.

The butler walked towards the cruise ship with his hands behind his back, looking very contented, but what he didn't notice was that a cocklebur was hanging on the back of his clothes.

Ashley murmured in his heart, do you think I'm an old lady with handicapped legs?Can it be contained directly?

Before the petals closed, she launched the cloned "Killing Sticky Star" to eject, and then rebounded and attached to the butler's back, ready to mix into the ship.

When fighting Katingshe, she couldn't copy a single ability, which was too aggrieved, and now she has returned to the rhythm she is familiar with.

Chapter 140 Five: "Apple"

"Oh, my old friend, Lord Dryden."

Coleridge welcomed with open arms a stout, self-proclaimed earl, Sidney Dryden, ruler of some isolated place.

After embracing him, he put on a smiling face again, and turned to a tall, thin man—the big banker Omar Norton.

After exchanging warm greetings with the banker, Kohler put his hands on his hips, leaned back, and greeted the media tycoon Dulles Woolf with a big smile, who is the biggest competitor of reporter Lori Chloe.

Of course, this kind of competition is just a weak resistance under the absolute monopoly, and it is limited to the source city.

Dulles' news empire spread across large and small cities and isolated places, manipulating public opinion and regulating heat. He had more than ten newspapers of the same size as the "Source Newspaper" today.

Most of the invitees were such prominent figures, and when facing the greetings from this famous rare collector, there was an ambiguous and friendly smile on their faces, and some of them had very close relationships, and even prepared gifts.

The guests plus the entourage of more than a hundred people were arranged in guest rooms on the first and second floors of the cruise ship according to their status and relatives.

The third highest floor, from front to back, is the viewing platform, the cab, the sky garden restaurant, and the apron.There are tea rooms, gymnasiums, concert halls, etc. on both sides.

Frequently used places such as guest rooms, main deck, large swimming pool, and banquet halls are on the first and second floors.

The lower floor below the side of the ship belongs to Kohler's private space, which has the most mysterious collection room, and visitors are not allowed to enter without permission.

The hold was where the servants and crew lived.

Ashley adhered to the back of the butler Flynn, and after turning into a seed, the angle of view expanded, with 360 degrees without any dead ends. His eyes swept across the crowd, and he immediately spotted the wolf girl.

The wolf girl's long hair is coiled up and covered with a black silk pleated headband. The black and white dress is paired with an elegant apron embroidered with double flowers. Black silk stockings wrap her slender calves.

Although all the lip rings have been removed, the tattoos on the neck and face still exude a fierce atmosphere.

The woman in palace costume she followed was 'grandmother' Valentina Ricardo, one of the invitees, and her social identity was the owner of the Assis Opera House and a famous philanthropist.

'Nightman' was also listed, a man with a pale face, pointed ears, no eyebrows, a bat-like face with a bald frontal bone and deep-set eye sockets, which looked a little scary.

Valentina's entourage is less than five people, obviously there is no way to fill in all the members of the Kating Club. I don't know if it is a follow-up, or another team of killers who boarded the ship in the name of invitation.

The guests received the keys and went to their respective guest rooms. After a short rest, they came to the tea room on the third floor, sat down on both sides of the long coffee table with the refreshment towers, and enjoyed rich black tea and strong cider.

After exchanging pleasantries, under the leadership of Kohler, he got up and entered the studio next door to admire the paintings.

Judging from the storage methods randomly placed on easels, these paintings have not reached the level of handed down works, and some of them are not even framed, only a canvas.

But the strange thing is that the content of the paintings is not figures, still lifes or landscapes, but monsters and corpses.

The muddy and obscure oil painting strokes meander and crawl on the rough and dirty linen canvas, swaying recklessly and arrogantly.

In the dim light, monsters with horns on their heads and faces like beasts are fat and strong in suits and leather shoes. Except for the black fur claws sticking out of their sleeves and the ferocious head poking out of their necklines, there is an air of civilization and affluence everywhere.

But the corpse that was eaten up, wearing shackles and shackles, and rotting carrion hanging on the skeleton, was ragged, emaciated, and filled with the breath of misery and poverty.

"Although this painter named Plannan has some talents, he doesn't understand that art is just a toy for the rich. It is not the artistry that determines the value of a painting, but the hand that hands out the money."

The corners of Coleridge's lips curled up, and his tone revealed a strong arrogance and mockery, and he began to introduce the painter's life.

"Although Plannan's target customers appreciate it, they can't spend a lot of money, because if you want to hang a painting, you have to have a living room first (laughs).

When Plannan was young, even though he was poor, with his strong body and abundant energy, he worked part-time besides painting, barely able to support his life.

But as we grow older, our hair becomes thinner, our energy and blood decline day by day, and the pressure of life suddenly overwhelms us. The time wasted on painting becomes a serious burden. Dreams are no longer sweet, but a cup of bitter medicine, and we have to give up. At the time, he tried to transform..."

Kohler led the guests back through the scattered easels. As expected, the painting style changed, and the picture changed to a fresh pastoral scene and luxuriously dressed beauties. However, Plannan was obviously not good at this kind of art style that the middle class loves. , the strokes are not delicate enough, revealing traces of poor imitation, and cannot compete with peers who have been immersed in this style for a long time.

"Without any skill, he was too old to do physical work. Pranan's life became more and more poor. Rheumatism and stomach pains tormented him. Staring at the canvas for a long time made him almost blind. Seriously. Time can only move forward by touching the wall.

One day at noon, when the artist was carrying a wooden plank to climb the scaffolding on the construction site, he stumbled and fell. The workers rescued him and found that the skull was broken in a large area, and the fragments were embedded in the brain. It was impossible to recover.

On his deathbed, Pranan shed blood and tears, exhausted his last breath, stumbled and ran back to the basement where he rented, and used his own brains and blood as turpentine for blending pigments, and painted a stunning work - "Apple "! "

The guests held their breath in unison, and looked at the wall at the end of the studio, with black velvet as the background, a self-portrait inlaid in the middle!

In the dusty shabby room with slanted cobwebs, Pranan, wearing a tattered jacket, stood in front of the full-length mirror. His pale and thin face was twisted and deformed by the pain. Bitter apples.

The left half of the man's skull was missing, and the edge was broken. A large piece of gray-white brain tissue was missing, and the damaged part was filled with a moist and fresh luster.

And behind the man, stood a demon with curly asymmetrical horns, wearing a straight suit, holding his shoulders with big hands covered with rough black hair. There are still gray and white delicate brains...

What is scary and strange is not only the content of the painting, but also the picture itself. Those distorted brushstrokes seem to have a huge attraction, making people unable to take their eyes off. Pranan and the monster seem to come alive, wriggling their strange bodies, confiding Whispering carefully.

The guests were amazed one after another, their pupils trembled, their throats tightened, and inexplicable fear and excitement echoed in their hearts.

"As you can see, this painting contains a magical power. After looking at it for a long time, you will feel that you have obtained some kind of revelation and omen. Since I got it, I have been studying its mystery. What caused Pranan to complete the transformation from a cocoon to a butterfly at the last moment of his life? Is it the fate of misery or the sadness of being underappreciated? Or can art be sublimated by mixing brains and paints? For this reason, I completed a painting of imitation do."

After finishing speaking, Coleridge clapped his hands, and the wall panel was lifted up in response, gradually revealing the paintings behind.

The composition and light and shadow of the two paintings are almost the same, the difference is that this time the one holding the apple is a girl in a white dress, so weak that makes people feel distressed, and the devil behind her has the face of Coleridge !

Chapter 140 Six: Mothman's Egg Case

The former painting barely qualifies as a work of art, but the latter is the product of a mad perversion that causes physical discomfort.

Some guests covered their chests, trying to resist the urge to vomit, but some opened their eyes even wider, with excited and weird smiles on their stiff faces.

Although Coleridge's imitation paintings are also wriggling, filled with a heart-shaking mysterious light, compared with the original, they lack a little core.

"Even after doing a lot of ideological work, the first two painters collapsed completely after seeing their sawn skulls and exposed brains. Let alone picked up the paintbrush, they couldn't even control the hysterical wailing until No.3 The girl, with the help of brain anesthesia, finally completed this work, the child is very talented and has overcome the fear in her heart, but I always feel that something is missing, can you explain it to me?"