guile fairy

Chapter 66 The Weeper

The cryer's eyes and tone were sad, but the corners of his lips couldn't help but raise upwards, which looked extremely weird.

As it spoke, it continued to scratch the tender white skin, and blood gushes out and smudges the surrounding skin, revealing a broken beauty.

The cryer sighed softly with pity and helplessness: "Let me help you escape from this life. As long as you are with me, you will never have to feel the pain again."

It caressed the person trapped on the operating table and watched her go from struggling to resisting to becoming a perfect experimental body. After completing all this, it finally smiled with satisfaction.

While he was just laughing, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, which looked very weird.

After it completed the operation to its satisfaction, it put the scalpel away, then took out the broken body on the operating table and put it into the glass jar where it had been.

At this moment, the sound of fingertips tapping on the desk and chair came from behind, and Fu Zhaozhao, who was supposed to be lying on the console and turned into a corpse, was sitting on a chair on the side and stared at it for an unknown period of time.

The knocking sound broke the stable environment, and the surrounding environment began to shake unsteadily.

The cryer's tears fell more and more, like blood beads, falling to the ground one by one. The moment he saw the other person, his eyes were full of surprise and confusion.

"Aren't you dead?!" It seemed to suddenly realize something and looked sideways at the glass jar beside it.

I saw a corpse sleeping quietly in the transparent glass jar. The girl had her eyes closed as if she had a sweet dream, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

As if he had watched this good show for long enough, Fu Zhaozhao stood up from his position and walked towards the weeper step by step.

"I'm curious about how I did it?" Fu Zhaozhao said softly: "The moment before you dropped the knife, I realized that this was an illusion you weaved for me."

"At that time, I was thinking, as the master of the illusion, where would I set the trap? Is the carrier a girl? A boy? Or an inconspicuous and weak monster?"

Fu Zhaozhao said softly word by word: "Then I thought about it. If it were me, I would set the prey carrier as a weak and helpless monster; in this way, I would be willing to realize that my identity is actually at the mercy of others. prey."

The Weeper probably didn't expect that the identity of hunter and prey would be reversed at this time, so it took two steps back uncomfortably.

Then he tried to control the other person's emotions. His scarlet eyes were filled with blood-red tears. After they fell to the ground, the surrounding environment seemed to fade instantly.

However, this effect is minimal, at least for Fu Zhaozhao, it is of little use.

She paused slightly and sighed faintly: "You make me want to cry."

Seeing that it had some effect, the cryer tried to find ways to continue to control the other person's emotions.

It's a pity that it met Fu Zhaozhao.

Seeing that the other party refused to give up, she said with a headache: "But I just want to cry a little bit. You may not know that as a 'monster' who is still alive, these emotions don't have much effect on me."

"On the contrary, it makes me feel like... I have a big appetite." At the end of the sentence, Fu Zhaozhao couldn't help but lick the corners of his lips.

She hadn't felt this way for a long, long time.

While she was trying to control her appetite, the small tablet she was carrying was slightly hot, as if to remind her not to do something she shouldn't do.

But fortunately, the small tablet she carried with her reminded her, otherwise she might really not be able to bear it.

Fu Zhaozhao sighed in a low voice: "I really want to eat it."

After all, she still restrained her desires. Then he pulled out the red rope he was carrying and asked the other party: "Are you going to do it yourself, or should I do it for you?"

The weeper looked at the few copper coins hanging on the red rope, his expression turned ugly instantly, and his voice was hoarse: "Is this red rope yours?!"

Fu Zhaozhao shook the red rope and asked strangely: "Do you know him?"

In fact, the red ropes are almost the same, the only difference is the copper coins hanging on them.

Fu Zhaozhao didn't think there was any difference between this copper coin and other copper coins. The only difference was that she could use this one more easily.

However, for the Weeper, the resentment emanating from this copper coin was very deep, as if it was cursed, and what made him most taboo was that it was stained with the blood of a lot of the same kind.

The cryer's tears kept falling to the ground like water drops, and he said with a little fear in his tone: "I can go back with you, but you can't tie me with this rope."

Seeing the other party's cooperation, Fu Zhaozhao happily put away the red rope.

When I was about to catch him with something else, I suddenly felt something flapping in the air, like wings flapping violently.

Only then did Fu Zhaozhao remember that she had never noticed the pair of wings behind the weeper. When she looked up, the monster that had been obediently staying there waiting for her to catch had long since disappeared.

Fu Zhaozhao: "..."

This was the first time someone let someone off me, and it was done in front of me.

The hand that originally held the red rope took it out and warned himself not to believe the monster's words anymore.

Then he slowly started searching in the basement.

Just in case, when she came to the basement, she closed the upper door. Although the monster escaped just now, it could not escape from the basement unless the basement door was suddenly opened.

Just when Fu Zhaozhao was thinking this, the originally closed basement was suddenly opened. The loud sound of the door opening disturbed the person and monster still in the basement.

The Weeper, who was still hiding in the dark, saw that the door to the basement was opened, and realized that this was his only chance to escape. He hurriedly flapped his wings, ran and took two steps toward the door.

With the blessing of wings, the speed of the Weeper is not something that ordinary people can keep up with.

Although Fu Zhaozhao moved quickly enough, he could only watch the other party leave the basement and run to the ground.

Angry, she swung the red rope several times and cursed the person who opened the basement door.

When she also arrived at the basement door, she found no trace of anyone here, and there were no traces around, as if the door opened automatically.

Fu Zhaozhao didn't believe this, and vaguely felt that someone was here to help the cryer, but he didn't know what the other person's intention was.

After arriving on the ground, the surroundings were in chaos. It was obviously caused by the other party's panic and confusion when escaping.

I followed the traces all the way, and finally the clue broke in front of the window sill of the Eight Immortals Table on the second floor. From the last traces, it can be seen that the Weeper left this abandoned factory.

The obtained duck flew away.

Fu Zhaozhao looked at the red rope in his hand in silence.

(End of this chapter)