What is it like to be misunderstood as a murderer all the time?

Through the mirror, the man saw a stranger standing behind him, the shirtless thug who was standing just now, staring at him from behind.

He immediately became vigilant, turned his head and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Song Ping cried and apologized and said, "I'm sorry brother, I don't want to do this either. He forced me."

After speaking, Song Ping suddenly took out a bag of lime powder and sprinkled it on the man's face.

"Ah!!! Eyes My eyes can't see!"

The man covered his eyes in pain, and then he was hit hard on the back of the head, fell to the ground, and was kicked and punched.Song Ping kicked him, wiped his tears, apologized and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I don't want to do this either, he forced me to do it, and I will die if I don't do it. Don't worry, I will at most I will beat you into a third-class cripple, and I won’t kill you.”

Su Zhao easily dealt with the younger brothers outside, and the whole process didn't have too many twists and turns. When they first heard his boss screaming like a pig from the toilet, their hearts had already begun to shake.It seems that it is not the living people who trade with them, but the devil.

When Su Zhao took out the chainsaw from his backpack, he declared victory unilaterally.

After all, apart from perverted killers, which underworld would bring a chainsaw when fighting?

"Wait, don't do anything, I'll send a message to our boss, and I will resign tonight."

Su Zhao asked back with a smile, "Do you think just resigning is enough?"

"Not enough, not enough, definitely not enough."

After realizing the threat in the other party's words, this group of people immediately changed their words, for fear that they would not have a chance to go back alive tonight.

"I know where our boss is now, and I'll take you to the Museum of Killers to find him now."

They were very proficient at turning their backs on the dark and turning to the bright, and they turned into leaders, and they were all busy bringing him to the boss.

Hearing this strange name, Su Zhao suddenly became interested and said, "Murderer Museum? It sounds interesting. I want to know what's in the Killer Museum?"

The younger brother shook his head and said hastily, "I don't know."

"You don't know or don't want to say it? If you don't want to say it, I have hundreds of ways to make you speak."

He shook his head in fright, and said aggrievedly, "I really don't know!"

"Ok?"

Su Zhao grabbed the chainsaw and took a step forward.

The younger brother backed away in fright, and explained honestly, "Only the best perverted killers in Wuzhou City can enter the museum. We are just peripheral security guards. And that place is quite evil, and ordinary people still I really dare not go in. I heard that at night, you can always hear the screams of the victims, especially on rainy nights. I heard that some timid people were scared and entered the mental hospital. Anyway, near the place behind The residents who lived there, those who disappeared, those who moved away, have been abandoned. Even the local developers dare not go to that forbidden area. I heard that the owners who have ideas are now two meters high on the graves.”

Su Zhao also heard the story of the museum when he was a child, but at that time, he thought it was an urban legend that adults used to scare children. Any disobedient children would be dragged into the museum to have their tongues removed, and then the whole picture would be removed. The skin was peeled and made into a rattle. When Su Zhao grew up, he looked back and found that the stories he had heard in his childhood were all children’s cults. It was thanks to his strong heart that he could grow up healthily and happily in such an atmosphere.

Tick.

It seemed that something wet was dripping on the tip of his nose. Su Zhao raised his head and found that the sky was full of dark clouds at some point, like a boulder pressing on his chest, making people breathless.

The fine rain began to wet the dry ground, a flash of lightning lit up the sky, and the earth-shattering roar of thunder made the younger brother beside him change his face instantly.He grabbed Su Zhao's clothes with a mournful face, and said tremblingly, "Brother, why don't you let me take you in. Tonight is a rainy night, and the museum may not be peaceful at all."

Chapter 220 The Third Scariest Murderer Is Myself?

The rain gradually expanded, from sparse raindrops to fine rain curtains, covering the entire Wuzhou City that was in a dark sleep.The blank lightning continuously lit up the night, reflecting every silent face.The panic on the younger brother's face didn't look like a faked emotion, but it aroused the curiosity of the model even more, and he asked, "Tell me what terrible things will happen in the museum on a rainy day?"

"Anyway, thunderstorm nights are the most dangerous time for the entire museum. It's true. I'm not lying to you. I had a friend who couldn't hold back during thunderstorms and sneaked into the museum to go to the bathroom. The disappearance was never seen again."

Speaking of this, the little brother added tremblingly, "Later we were on duty in the security booth at the entrance, and we could often see him standing at the entrance and waving at us in the middle of the night. It's just that no one dared to approach, we even I don’t know if that person is a human or a ghost.”

Judging from the other person's face, he was not lying.Su Zhao also asked the last question very curiously, "Why don't you run away?"

The younger brother scratched his head, and said in unison with the other two, "We wanted to run away too, but there is no way, he gave too much."

Su Zhao put on the dark green butcher's raincoat, stretched out his hand, and slowly pushed open the rusty iron door.Half of the withered and yellow vines wrapped around it wobbled and fell down one after another.Su Zhao walked into the courtyard full of weeds, and walked forward stepping on the deep and shallow mud puddles.He also noticed that in the corner of the courtyard there were a few graveyard-like things piled up, and a few pieces of wood were scribbled up.

This desolate and remote building has all the elements in the horror movie, the abandoned dark building, the background of the story of the dead, the frequent occurrence of weird urban legends and the night surrounded by heavy rain, obviously exploring the museum as a victim Su Zhao, with an excited expression on his face, walked up the steps.Water-stained footprints were left in front of the entrance of the hall.

The air inside was dull and damp, with an unbearable musty smell.Even if it is an abandoned building with no one there, there are no traces of other people deliberately intruding here.Time seems to be frozen, and everything seems to stay on the day that was abandoned by humans 30 or [-] years ago.

Su Zhao gently kicked the can, and kicked it towards the depths of the darkness.Then I heard the clang of the cans hitting the wall.The echo kept echoing in the depths of the darkness, and it took a long time before it disappeared.

"Yes, I can't hold my breath."

In Su Zhao’s eyes, the death behavior of ordinary people breaking into supernatural events is like fishing for law enforcement, first disguising himself as a poor and innocent victim, and then doing his best to die like the brainless protagonist of a horror movie, attracting The attention of those unknown monsters.

Su Zhao, who looked like a lost person, almost wrote the words "catch me soon" on his face. He thought it was a mess inside, and all the things back then had been removed, but what he saw when he walked into the hall was It is a dazzling scene, each booth is equipped with different strange things, and various background information of the exhibits are marked in detail.

The glass skylight above the head had been cracked in some places, so it floated in along the cracked place, forming a puddle of water on the ground.Unclosed windows hit the wall back and forth in the dark night, making a ping-pong-pong sound.

What Su Zhao saw on Booth No. 1 was an amputated hand. The hand had been dehydrated. After losing moisture, only wrinkled yellow-brown skin was left on the bone. It looked weird and scary. It also marked the origin of the severed hand.Su Zhao moved up to it with a flashlight, wiped the dust off it, revealed his original self, and read a passage above lightly.

"Name: Wu Sangui, Occupation: Painter. Case: The suspect in the 1995 serial midnight alley murder case. He liked to peel off the victim's skin as a painting on rice paper. After being arrested, he kept insisting that he was not mentally ill and was inspired by God. According to the decree, he can enter the kingdom of heaven to serve God soon after his death. He was captured in July 1995 and executed by shooting in the same year.”

Su Zhaocai noticed that there was a weird portrait under Kuaishou, in which the victim's expression was horrified and desperate, which was vividly outlined by her pen.Behind the portraits, there is a mysterious black shadow watching the victim.

"I remember this criminal suspect, and he was tested and analyzed at that time. But I don't remember that the information shows that he is a crazy cult believer."

Then Su Zhao continued to look down, and he saw a rough wave drum placed in the glass showcase.It's just that the skin of the wavy drum looked a little strange, not like normal calfskin, so he quickly realized it.

"Human skin wave drum?"

"Name: Zhao Weihua, Occupation: Toy Craftsman, Case: The suspect in the skinning case in 1998, peeled off the skins of the two victims and made them into wavy drum skins, insisting that he could return the souls of the dead in the underworld to the world, Borrowing the corpse to revive the soul. Later, he was captured by the police and sent to a mental hospital for identification. A month later, he committed suicide bizarrely, and his body was nowhere to be found.”

The things in the museum are getting more and more exciting, there are blood-stained butcher's knives, brains soaked in formalin, and even weird candles and tableware on a dining table.After a background introduction, I learned that the candle was made from human oil, and the tableware was taken from the victim's bones.Even the soup bowls were the skulls of the victims.

What is recorded here seems to be the history of the bloodiest and darkest murders of the year. Later, Su Zhao found that there were fewer and fewer items on display. At the beginning, there were more than a dozen exhibits from the same era, but in the end, there was only one item a year. Yes, the last product was a vicious case last year in which a pair of eyes of a criminal suspect were gouged out and soaked in formalin.

Before he knew it, Su Zhao had almost finished browsing the exhibition halls on the first floor, but he didn't encounter any strange incidents.Just as he was about to leave disappointed, a sign pointing to the second floor caught his attention instantly.

The second floor seems to be a mysterious forbidden place, seducing his curiosity and urging visitors to move forward quickly.

The content described on the exhibit made his heart beat faster, and he whispered the content on the increase in blood pressure.

"The scariest murderer in Wuzhou City: Su Zhao's exhibition hall?"

Chapter 220 Four, I am lawless and lawless

"I'm not dead yet, what do you mean by setting up a museum exhibition hall for a killer for me?"

Su Zhao immediately became unhappy, rolled up his sleeves and planned to go up to argue with them, but a wet hand was placed on his shoulder, and there was a faint and sad voice from behind.

"Come and save me, I died so badly! Come and save me."

Tick, tick.

The sound of falling water made Su Zhao understand that it was not rain, but the blood of the victim, so the person standing behind him was no longer alive.Thinking of this, Su Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and his psychological burden was greatly reduced. He patted the other party's hand and said in a low voice, "I heard that some victims will suffer from Stockholm syndrome. Once they don't hate the murderer, they will Fall in love with each other."

"My friend, it was your misfortune to meet me in this life, so be careful in your next life, and remember to pick the right victim. This person looks like a victim, but he is actually more terrifying than a psychopath."

Before the bloody victim behind him could react, he turned his head and saw a face looking at him with a half-smile.

"I see you are living so hard, how about I give you a ride?"

After finishing speaking, the other party's dark raincoat was lifted, revealing a sharp serrated knife inside, looking him up and down with malicious eyes.

Heart-piercing screams suddenly erupted in the dark museum, and even the guard at the gate suddenly turned his head to look at the silent building in the rainy night, and silently drew a cross on his chest.

"This old man is also a ruthless person. He dared to break into the Museum of Murder alone at night. It's a pity that he just disappeared."

He shook his head regretfully. He forgot to tell the other party just now that apart from the screams of the victims, there are also some perverted murderers with lingering grievances still lingering in the depths of the darkness. It seems that his luck is not very good. it is good.

At the same time, Su Zhao got rid of the lingering victims, took the guys away and walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor. same as empty.After arriving on the second floor, Su Zhao discovered that this place is much more luxurious than the first floor. All the objects are placed in glass frames delicately, and the source of each item is carefully marked.He even saw a wanted portrait, which showed a guy who was completely different from himself, with very casual facial features, as if Nuwa had made it in a rush when she was in a hurry to go to the toilet.

"What the hell is this place?"

Su Zhao was very curious. He stepped on the wet wooden board and made a slight sound, but heard a hoarse and low voice from the corner, as if the devil was whispering in his ear, and the other party said slowly, "I didn't expect that. , after so many years, there are still people who can come to the second floor."

A figure squatting in the darkness slowly emerged, and an ancient god's face, which was exactly the same as that on the wanted poster, appeared in front of him. He nodded with a half-smile, and said quite satisfied, "I didn't expect you to see me. After that, you didn’t panic at all. Very good, I appreciate your courage.”

Su Zhao frowned and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

He frowned slightly, showing a helpless expression, and sighed, "Could it be that you can't even recognize Su Zhao, the most terrifying perverted murderer in Wuzhou City?"

"The most perverted murderer in Wuzhou City?"

It was the first time that Li Kui met Li Gui, and Su Zhao tried hard to resist the urge to laugh.Deliberately making an exaggerated expression of horror, he took several steps back, "You, you, are you the owner of the exhibits in the museum on the second floor?"

"It's your acquaintance."

He was very satisfied with the terrified look in his eyes and expression, he grabbed Su Zhao's neck and pulled him forward.

"Come, come, let me show you my collection."

The first thing that appeared in front of him was a skull with black hair and scalp. Su Zhao showed a puzzled expression, and asked in puzzlement, "Are you still hunting Indians? And what happened to this black human skin?" What? You were a southern slave owner, weren't you?"

The corner of the other party's mouth twitched, and Su Zhao's question was so tricky that he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"Ahem, no, in fact, that person just looks darker."

He coughed lightly and explained, hiding the embarrassment on his face, "These are all my collections. Back then, I cruelly opened the skulls of the victims and peeled off their human skin alive. You know what it's like to watch them die screaming and wailing?"

Su Zhao nodded, "Yes, I understand."

"No, you don't understand."

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The other party said solemnly, "You are a victim, you know what a fart, the feeling of crushing all living beings, only us kind of irreversible killers can understand. Let's continue to read, please cooperate obediently, because I There are still a few pieces missing from the collection.”

Su Zhao had no choice but to bite the bullet and listen to him helplessly.

"Look at these photos, they were all taken by the victims before they died, and they accurately captured the last touch of their emotional reactions in this world. People will expose all kinds of ugly faces before they die, to be honest , Your psychological quality is really good. After seeing so many horror scenes, you didn’t even frown. I remember that when the last person who could walk to the second floor saw these photos, he squatted down and vomited.”

"Is it finished? If not, I will leave."

Su Zhao didn't want to talk to the other party, and was about to turn around and leave. He didn't even bother to make a move, and was going to answer and call the police to inform them to come and collect him.

"Wait, don't be in such a hurry. I want to show you something better."

He clapped his hands lightly, and there was a lot of movement downstairs.Su Zhao stood on the railing on the second floor and looked down. Many figures hidden in the dark corners slowly emerged, walking aimlessly in the darkness like zombies, as if they were out of control.

He patted the other party's shoulder lightly, and whispered in his ear, "Do you think you can still escape? Even if you reach the first floor, these lingering murderers will swarm you and dismember you. Why don't you accompany me?" I continued to look at these exhibits, by the way, you can also speak your will now, but I still don’t know your name? I will bury you in the courtyard then.”

He looked proudly at the trembling prey, Su Zhao sighed silently, and said his name.

"My name is Su Zhao."

"Su, who is lawless, Zhao, who is lawless."

Chapter 220 Can I have some difficult scenes from Hideo Miyazaki?

"Your name is also Su Zhao? It's really interesting. I didn't expect to have the same name as the most terrifying perverted murderer in Wuzhou. Forget it, I will save your life today. I would like to see if you, an interesting guy, can give What fun am I bringing."

He moved away the glass window and swiped a sharp boning knife from inside, saying, "Tonight I will hunt those who fall into the darkness."

Su Zhao finally realized today that the highest level of deception is to deceive himself. He asked curiously, "Wait, why don't you bring a chainsaw? You are the symbol of the perverted killer in Wuzhou City." Why aren't the weapons there?"

There was an embarrassed expression on the other party's face, he scratched the tip of his nose with his fingers, and explained, "You don't have any experience at first glance, how do you carry something as heavy as a chainsaw with you? Of course, you use a lighter boning knife. I Let me tell you, chainsaws are used to scare people, how can a real murderer bring such a heavy thing? By the way, shouldn’t you also pick something that is handy?”

"No, no, I really have it here."

After speaking, Su Zhao lifted off the raincoat, took out a scary chainsaw from inside, held it in his hand and explained solemnly, "You see, I didn't lie to you."

The other party was already stunned, and secretly observed it several times, feeling that the thing in front of him seemed to be a murderous chainsaw, rather than some scary prop.

"Wait, why did you go out with a chainsaw with you?"

The other party's business is no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, replaced by cautious inquiries and temptations.Because he really had never encountered a victim who carried a dangerous weapon like this.

"Isn't it normal for a victim to carry around a chainsaw for self-defense? Why are you so surprised?"

Su Zhao took off his raincoat, revealed the big black backpack behind him, and patiently explained, "In addition to the chainsaw, I also have serrated knives, pliers for tongue pulling, boning knives, skinning knives, look, you I have all the weapons I want."

What is a perverted murderer?This is the real psycho killer, right?

He asked vigilantly, "Are you also a colleague?"

Su Zhao quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I'm not a colleague, I'm just an innocent victim persecuted by a perverted killer."

"My surname is your ghost!"

He suddenly felt that compared with the man in front of him, he was as different as the difference between an amateur and a professional.Especially when the other party looked at him with sincere eyes, he couldn't even tell whether he was explaining patiently or was going to send him to hell to report directly after the explanation.

He mustered up a little bit of courage, and asked the other party, "Who... are you?"

"I am Su Zhao. I told you just now, but why don't you believe me?"

He said helplessly, "Since you don't believe me, I have nothing to do. There is only one way to prove that I am really Su Zhao."

"a way?"

There was an ominous premonition deep in his heart, and he asked hesitantly, "Could it be..."