Your ability is strong, it's mine now

Chapter 43 Hot Woman
In the 90th year of the new calendar, January.

York City, Lower Town, in an unremarkable rental house.

Waves of mournful wailing came from the only room in the rental house.

It sounded like a young woman with extreme pain and fear in her voice.

In the living room, a young man was tightly tied to the sofa with ropes, his face covered with tears.

Although he was extremely tired, his hands and feet were bleeding from the rope, and his voice was broken, his eyes were fixed on the room, where his wife was tormented by a demon.

The young man didn't understand why his wife's screams and his own curses were so loud, why the neighbors didn't respond, as if they couldn't hear them at all.

The screams lasted for more than half an hour before gradually stopping until they disappeared.

Soon, a man came out of the room.

About 30 years old, with gray hair, deep features, naked upper body with well-proportioned muscles and glaring blood.

The gray-haired man walked to the coffee table, picked up the kettle and poured water into his mouth, the overflowing water washed over his chest, brushing out a few traces of blood, revealing a skull tattoo.

The young man stared at the gray-haired man in front of him with extremely hateful eyes, and opened his mouth, but no sound could come out of his broken throat.

After drinking the water, the gray-haired man looked down at the young man: "Are you worried about your wife? Don't worry, I will reassemble her in a while, and it will definitely be more perfect than before."

As he said that, he touched his stomach with his hands, and a very exaggerated smile appeared on his face: "Sorry, I seem to accidentally eat a few pieces when I was hungry, don't you mind?"

"Ah...ah..."

The young man opened his mouth wide and let out a terrifying cry.

His tired body burst out with strength again, and he struggled desperately, the solidified wounds on his hands and feet were worn out again by the ropes.

The gray-haired man showed a moved expression: "Do you also like my art? It doesn't matter, it will be your turn soon."

Bang!
The originally locked door was suddenly pushed open, startling the gray-haired man.

The young man tried his best to look up, his eyes filled with hope. Could it be that the neighbors called the police after hearing the movement, and the sheriff finally arrived?

A man in his 30s walked in from the door, with neat short hair, wearing a black windbreaker, and a stern face.

He sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air, and stared at the gray-haired man with cold eyes: "Wendel, you know that I hate others who don't obey the rules."

Wendell quickly put on a flattering expression: "Wang Teng, don't be angry, I'm just bored after waiting too long, so I just came out to have some fun."

"Fun?"

Wang Teng's low tone revealed a sense of dissatisfaction: "Looking for fun from these ordinary people, that's all you can do. Haven't you learned enough from the last time? As I said, you are not allowed to attack ordinary people again. "

The young man on the sofa was already extremely disappointed when he saw that the two were friends.

Hearing what Wang Teng said at this moment, he couldn't help feeling hopeful, and looked at him for help.

"But I can't help it."

After being reprimanded, Wendell was not angry, but a little aggrieved: "Seeing these fresh flesh walking around in front of me, my hands can't help itching, you don't know, the human body is dismantled and put back together Get up and become more perfect..."

The more Wendell talked, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the more intoxicated he became, dancing and dancing.

"enough."

Wang Teng interrupted coldly: "I'll give you 10 minutes to finish. I'll wait for you at the hotel."

After speaking, he turned and left. From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at the young man on the sofa, completely ignoring those pitiful eyes asking for help.

Wendell walked to the sofa and apologized: "Sorry, I have to leave, I can't let you experience my art."

As he spoke, he took out a gleaming scalpel from the young man's desperate eyes.

……

Wendell, who put on clothes, was as gentle and gentle as his name, like an attending physician in a large hospital, possessing the temperament of an intellectual.

In fact, he had been an excellent doctor before, only to give up his job to pursue his art.

With the eyes of the hotel front desk giving him a glance, Wendell returned to the hotel room where he was temporarily staying.

Wang Teng was surfing the Internet in his room. When he saw Wendell coming back, he said straight to the point: "It turns out that Yang Shangyong died four months ago. His mission has not been completed. We are short of at least [-] pure souls this year."

Wendell sat down in front of Wang Teng, with a surprised expression on his face: "He died four months ago? Why didn't the hive notify us?"

Yang Shangyong belongs to the lowest level of worker bees within the organization. He is responsible for collecting pure souls and needs to report his whereabouts to the hive regularly.

If he died four months ago, the hive should have passed the news to them, the two soul recovery personnel.

"Because his death was covered up, if we hadn't come to York, it might have been kept in the dark."

Wang Teng stared at the screen of the notebook, his eyes flickering with interest: "Guess who covered up Yang Shangyong's death?"

Wendell was holding an apple, peeling it with a scalpel, and said casually, "Who is it?"

"Lu Yunyao."

"what?"

Wendell was surprised and cut off the apple peel. He didn't care about this, and quickly turned to look at his companion: "The woman who caused the plan to fail last month and made the hive angry?"

"Yes."

The corners of Wang Teng's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a hint of excitement in his usual gloomy tone: "I didn't expect to find her clues here. She used her authority to cover up Yang Shangyong's death. There must be some purpose."

Wendell asked: "Do you want to report to the hive?"

Although the hive offered a high reward to Lu Yunyao, she was not easy to mess with. I heard that she was a reserve cadre.

Wang Teng glanced at him, very disgusted: "Idiot, I am also a reserve cadre, what are you afraid of? Besides, she can't be in York City now. If we notify the hive, the hive will order us to find out that she covered up Yang Shangyong's death Purpose."

Wendell understood that instead of waiting for the hive's order after reporting, it is better to act on his own.

If you succeed, you can still get a little credit, and if you fail, you don't have to take responsibility.

"Listen to you."

Wendell started peeling again: "Do whatever you say."

The two have been working together for a long time, and Wang Teng has always been the one who came up with ideas.

Wang Teng began to apply for permission from the hive, and began to investigate Yang Shangyong's whereabouts diary.

Every time Yang Shangyong goes to a place, he will regularly upload his whereabouts diary to the hive, so that the hive can find him in the first place.

His whereabouts diary has been completely deleted by Lu Yunyao, but the database provides a recovery function.

If it wasn't for Lu Yunyao's affairs, no one would have noticed Yang Shangyong, a small worker bee in the huge bee colony.

(End of this chapter)