big devil holmes

Chapter 66

This slow torture lasted for a full 5 minutes. The passenger's screams never stopped, but his body never moved.

The same was true for the female passenger sitting next to him, just staring at the side, with a lot of sweat left on her body due to fear, and a thin and miserable cry for help from her throat.

"Next stop, tear your guts apart"

"Rip the intestines."

The strange sound of calling the station sounded again, and following this sound, the man in the hood got up and came to the woman. He tore open the woman's clothes as soon as he stretched out his hand, revealing his white belly, and then the screwdriver in his hand "Pfft" poked into the opponent's stomach, making a mess!
It is probably because the screwdriver is not sharp except for the tip, which makes it impossible to cut like a knife. The man in the hood fiddled with it for a while, but after making no progress, he simply gave up the screwdriver and directly clasped the wound with his hands. It tore towards the sides until it tore a big gash of blood.

At this time, the intestines in the abdomen were finally exposed, and the man in the hood didn't say anything, he grabbed a lump and threw it on the ground, stepped on it with his feet, and grabbed the other end with both hands and started to pull desperately!

"Next stop, break your intestines!!!"

"Rip the intestines!!! Rip the intestines!!! Rip the intestines!!!"

The voice of the station announcement became excited and sharp, and the woman, like the man just now, could not move, her eyeballs protruded from the pain, and the screams and blood mixed together in the car, becoming more and more intense! !

And that little devil looked very happy, and he happily crawled towards the woman's eyes that were staring round due to the pain and fear, opened his disc-like mouth, and sucked it up.

'Boom~boom~'

There were two crisp but incomparably penetrating soft sounds.

There were also two dark blood holes on the woman's face.

After doing all this, the demon swung its densely-packed limbs comfortably, but it seemed that it still had more to say.

So, it turned around and looked in Sherlock's direction.

"Next stop, mess up your brain"

The station announcement sounded as expected.

The man in the hood was stunned for a moment when he heard it. He was probably thinking about how to mess up a person's brain. He glanced at the screwdriver in his hand, and most likely decided to smash the other person's skull with this thing. up.

And during this period, the gouging-eyed demon had already crawled down from the woman's trouser legs, clung to the blood on the ground all the way to Sherlock's feet, and crawled along his legs towards his face.

Sherlock still sat motionless on the seat, as if the only thing he could do was to fear, scream, and wait for the severe pain to squeeze his eyeballs out, so that he could be swallowed by this little devil. live, and suck.

Uh. But the truth is, Sherlock wasn't screaming.

No fear either.

Such unaesthetic behaviors like prying nails and intestines did not cause any ripples in his heart, he just sighed incomparably complaining:

"Why are you showing up!"

Due to the influence of a certain ability, he couldn't speak naturally, but he didn't seem to care, so he talked to himself in the softest voice:

"It's obviously a very good case, and it could have been fun for a few days, but why don't you have any professionalism at all!?
After the murder, do you have to hang around for a while, and kill a few more people to be willing?
Even if it's not enjoyable, how about going to a farther place to kill!
Look at the current situation, the murderer is standing directly in front of the detective, isn't that plausible!

This is a fucking case! "

Sherlock became more and more angry, as if scolding a child who did something wrong, which made the hooded man in front of him stunned.

At this moment, the demon that looked like a lamprey had already crawled up to his neckline. After hearing these words, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

"Huh? You can understand human beings." Sherlock seemed to have finally discovered something interesting, suppressed his anger, and looked at the eye-gobbling demon who was close at hand:

"Okay, it's not too unexpected to be able to understand human speech, after all, I have already guessed that you are the type of demon with wisdom.

Whether it's size, strength, speed, endurance, etc., the hard quality is extremely poor. If you don't have some useful abilities and wisdom, your kind of demons would have been extinct long ago.

So, what exactly are your abilities? "

Sherlock started talking to himself again:

"Pull up the fingernails ~ tear off the intestines ~ tsk tsk, it's really a non-technical operation.

So. Is it pain?

Or is it the inner fear caused by pain?

In short, you can use this emotion to cut off the control of human limbs. "

"." There was a silence.

The hooded man in front of him and the gouged-eyed demon on the collar were all stunned for a second.

Immediately after
"Next stop, mess up your brain!!!!

Tongue piercing! ! ! ! !

Rip throat! ! ! ! ! "

The small speaker above the head, which was almost scrapped, suddenly let out a sharp and piercing sound
When the man with the hood heard it, he immediately regained his composure.
"I'll do it. Hahaha I'll do it!!!"

He repeated the words nervously, then stumbled towards Sherlock.

As the person got closer and closer to him, Sherlock finally saw the other person's face.
A young man, maybe only less than 20 years old, but his expression is extremely crazy, as if he has taken some kind of drug to make himself crazy; from the bags under his eyes that are almost drooping, it can be seen that he has been I haven't had a good night's sleep, one eyeball is missing, and the remaining eye reveals a kind of morbid excitement almost before dying, and the face is full of tiny blood poked out by the feet. The holes are densely packed, making people feel trypophobia.

And on the few steps this person walked this way, Sherlock still said to himself:

"Well, it seems that I'm right. Your ability does need to use fear as energy, so I'm curious, what would happen if your prey didn't have the psychology of fear?"

As soon as the voice fell, the man in the hood had already arrived in front of him.

Then without any hesitation, he directly raised the screwdriver in his hand, and suddenly poked towards Sherlock's head!

(End of this chapter)