The wooden shelf showed a strange and heavy black under the moonlight, as if a naughty boy had once applied black paint or poured dark ink on it. The grains of the wood itself turned into rough gullies under these mottled blacks.

"It's all blood."

Gu Bin wrinkled his nose. Such a hideous and terrifying torture instrument was sending a pungent bloody smell into his nostrils. Even though he had seen many bloody and terrifying scenes with his own eyes, Gu Bin could not bear the smell that had accumulated for no reason.

He could probably restore what had happened on this torture instrument by his imagination.

When inspecting the girl's body in the basement, Gu Bin noticed the strange distribution of the real wounds on her body.

There were more or less wounds on the back, arms, legs and feet of the corpse. Although each of these wounds was very ferocious, they were not fatal. From these wounds, Gu Bin could see that the executioner must be extremely familiar with the human body. Such a rough attack method did not touch any key points, but at the same time it could bring great pain to the other party.

"Are those people killed here?"

“Indefinite.”

Gu Bin answered Zhao Yan's question: "To be precise, the real damage to death is not these physical trauma at all, but some other things."

"The report they sent at that time was basically the same as the situation on the corpse in the basement. And since the climate in this reality copy is similar to that of summer, it is natural that the soldier died due to the temperature can be ruled out." Gu Bin explained to Zhao Yan in a low voice, he placed the mechanical fox with Zhao Yan's soul aside and began to check his metal limbs that were damaged in the chaos just now.

"No problem...it will be fixed later." Zhao Yan's voice was very calm: "You can continue talking."

Gu Bin raised his gaze and looked at the mechanical fox's green eyes for a second, then turned back to the iron arm that was obviously bent during the collision: "Since the executioner wants to make the deceased feel fear, pain and despair, there must be a match for the entire ceremony."

"When I was examining the body, there was a place that made me feel strange, that was the wound in the palm of the deceased." Gu Bin's gaze was a little free. He raised a hand and gently stroked it in his palm: "I am so familiar with such a wound. It has a blade that slides past this side, and the palm just holds it. While the blade cuts the flesh, it also stops."

Then he pointed to his abdomen: "At this point of the corpse, there is a penetrating injury, and the corresponding wound on the back is relatively small, which is obviously a slender and curved thing."

"Like the front of the sickle."

Gu Bin stood up, looked at the wooden shelf and said, "So what kind of scene is that?"

"The deceased was hung on the iron hook. The butcher who was monitoring her might have left her vision, so she began to struggle. But at this time, a sickle-like thing appeared in front of her and made her feel the threat. So even if it hurts very much, she had to grab the blade that threatened her life with her hands." Gu Bin reached out and pressed her hand gently on the shelf, and his fingers stayed on the thick black blood in the middle: "But in the end, manpower was limited, and blood loss, she quickly lost the ability to resist, so the blade broke out of her control, easily pierced her body, and completed the entire ceremony."

Speaking of this, Gu Bin reached out his hands to the iron hook above the wooden shelf: "According to the entire process of the ceremony, it should be divided into three steps, first of all, hunting."

Zhao Yan saw Gu Bin's fingers clasping a steel plate at the connection between the iron hook and the wooden shelf. Before he could ask, he heard Gu Bin continue: "In this process, it is actually a process of accumulation of fear and a process of accumulation of hope. The former comes from the butcher, and the latter comes from the retreat left to us."

He touched two cold bulges on his right hand, and a prompt appeared in his brain.

After getting the expected answer, he smiled satisfied and turned to Zhao Yan and said, "The second step is to start the ceremony. With the help of this kind of rack, he will tie the victims up. In this process, it may include the infringement of harm and threats against various senses."

As he said that, Gu Bin walked behind a pile of construction waste and searched, his business drifted over: "In the end, it is their ultimate goal, to take away the tortured souls, and this process is the most technical... I have to say that, judging by all the processes that can be guessed at present, the gang is definitely a technical flow in the violent flow."

As he said that, he came to Zhao Yan again, but he was carrying a piece of dust-stained rope and a piece of plastic cloth in his hand.

"Don't move!", he said, and quickly combined the rope with the plastic cloth, and then tied Zhao Yan up like a zongzi.

"How can I move if you do this?"

"What God said is as if you can move." Gu Bin replied to him disdainfully, and then hung this extremely rough temporary bag on his back. However, just as he spoke of the extremely familiar three-character oral habit, he suddenly remembered something.

Gu Bin shook his head gently, and he reached out to pinch the bridge of his nose, but a strange confusion emerged in his mind: "Why does this oral sex give me such a... strange?"

A sound of wings suddenly came from above, and Gu Bin immediately interrupted his thoughts, focused his attention on the situation in front of him, and alertly followed the high wall to look forward.

...

In the woods, Liang Chuansheng was tremblingly hiding his body behind the two trees. The messy weeds stretched into the gaps in his clothes. The tip of the grass pierced his body brought a faint tingling and itch. The touch that was unbearable in the past could not attract his attention at all.

He almost stopped breathing.

The beating of the heart in his chest almost made Liang Chuanxue crazy. He felt that the beating of the heart was about to reveal his position!

"Pu!"

The sound of the branches breaking came from his right side, which made him, who was already shrank, almost shrink himself into a ball!

Of course he knew what the sound was.

Liang Chuansheng had seen the creation of the sound for a long time. It was the burly murderer who gently waved the machete in his hand and easily destroyed the shrubs and branches that were enough to stop Liang Chuansheng from acting. He could not imagine what it would be like to fall on him like this knife.

So he remembered that on the night before, the butcher stepped on the girl's back and waved the machete at her silently. He did not make any sound throughout the process. He originally expected that there was no laughter, complacency or pleasure. The murderer was as if he was performing some sacred ritual, pious and enthusiastic.

But no matter what attitude he is doing this, Liang Chuansheng doesn't want to try it personally.

The feeling of fear hit his brain and heart one after another, gradually swallowing up his thinking.

"Pu!"

Liang Chuanyin almost fainted. He didn't know if the butcher had seen him, because his shadow had overlapped with the shadows of the two trees that blocked his body. This time, the sound of the butcher chopping branches and shrubs almost sounded in his ears!

He could smell the stench and bloody smell that was so close, and he could also hear the heavy breathing coming from under the mask.

"Dongdong! Dadongdong!"

His left hand pressed his chest and his right hand covered his mouth and nose, and his eyes almost popped out of his eyes.

Time seemed to stop flowing at this moment. He did not dare to lift his eyes up or glance to the side. He could only stare at the blurry shadow reflected from the other side, looking forward to his departure.

His wish seemed to have come true. I don’t know how long it took, but the shadow finally resumed its movements, moved towards the end of the woods, separated from the shadow of the trees within a few seconds, and disappeared from Liang Chuanxin’s sight.

Liang Chuansheng still didn't dare to move at all. He seemed to have been scared to death, but he just kept the movement and hid in the shadow of the trees, not daring to do any movement.

The heartbeat and panic gradually weakened and gradually became mild...

Finally, a brief peace was found in his ears, and cold sweat flowed down Liang's face as if the gate was opened. He felt difficulty breathing, and then he realized that his right hand, which covered his mouth and nose, had used too much effort, and he was simply trying to suffocate himself to death.

He moved his right hand away tremblingly and carefully changed his breath.

"Dong!"

A loud heartbeat suddenly exploded, and Liang Chuanxin's movement instantly stopped in mid-air. At 0:5 seconds, he screamed like crazy, jumped directly from the spot, and rushed towards the other side in panic.

A machete pierced from the gap between the two trees, but left a shocking scar on the trunk of the tree on the left. A pale mask appeared between the two trees. He did not make any sound, as if he was not concerned about the loss of his attack just now. The burly shadow took steps, bypassed the tree, and chased in the direction where the prey fled.
Chapter completed!