The monster was in the window, enjoying the little chaos that was completely under his control.
He had been raised in a jar for a long time, and now that he could see the world, the thirst for blood in his body took over again.
At the moment, his only regret is that there is no audience.
Monsters used to have names.
Zhan Lak.
His grades are very poor. Except for the middle grades in Chinese and English classes, he is basically a level that no one cares about in school.
Zhanle was unwilling to remain silent. Since he was young, he has been planning to do something big.
When he could hold a knife, his dream finally came true.
His name was posted on the streets and alleys, and it became a nightmare for countless people.
Zhan Lak has done many cases that he is fond of talking about, and one of them makes him the most proud.
One day, when he went to the shopping mall, he accidentally heard a father frightening his daughter who was rolling on the floor trying to buy a doll, saying that if she was disobedient, he would call the "shadow killer" to his home and take her away.
- "Shadow Killer", this is what Zhanle thinks the media has given him praise.
He bought the girl's favorite doll, came by appointment, sneaked into the children's room in the middle of the night, held the doll, stood by the child's bed, smiled and shook her shoulders slightly.
The little girl woke up.
Looking at Zhanle's face, and the boning steel knife he was holding in his hand, she was frightened and urinated on the bed.
The warmth that spread between her legs made her slowly understand that this was not a nightmare at all.
Before she could react and cry, Zhan Lak silently cut off the child's head.
Her long hair was tied in a sailor knot by Zhanle and tied to the chandelier in the living room.
This way, her father can say good morning to his dear daughter as soon as the door opens tomorrow morning.
Zhan Lak took the girl's head.
In exchange for the equivalent, he pulled out the head of the doll he bought and stuffed it into the arms of the headless girl.
Zhanle admired himself, indulged in the fear phantom that he had concocted himself, and enjoyed the fear from the whole city, which made him feel the pleasure of trampling the whole city under his feet.
Therefore, when the bullet penetrated Zhanle's chest, he was extremely, extremely unwilling!
Fortunately, after he fell into the water, he met his Bole.
A spell stabilized his resentful soul and locked him in a small yellow clay jar.
His life and joy were once again extended.
He was grateful to the god who had raised him back to life, and in a rare display of his respect for the humble as an ant, he honored him as "Khun Sonmpa"1.
This is Zhanle's first time to go out since he was trained as a bower.
Before in the jar, he didn't feel that he had any special big changes.
But now, he fully enjoys the fun of doing whatever he wants.
His grievances spread throughout this entire block, covering a three-kilometer radius around the hotel.
In this area, he can use everything available, conceive endless changes, and enjoy playing, ravaging, and ravaging the humans enclosed in it.
He was in no hurry.
When the cat catches the mouse, none of it bites off its throat and devours it whole.
It would be too boring to play to death so easily.
As early as when Cao Shuguang pulled Ma Xiaopei out of the room, his nth part was hidden in the mirror of their bathroom and exchanged places with Ma Xiaopei.
Zhanle watched Cao Shuguang pull him, watching the happy back of him who thought he had escaped.
Now, knowing that his wife had been stolen for a long time, his face changed greatly, regretful and painful, and he turned his head and ran back to his original room.
Unfortunately, Ma Xiaopei is no longer there.
Having learned the lesson of the black-haired youth who broke through the window, he had wrapped her in black shadows, depriving her of her mobility, transferred and dragged her to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, quietly waiting for her to suffocate in the glass. And die, forming a beautiful picture of death by suffocation.
As for Cao Shuguang, even if he returned to the original point, the one waiting in the bathroom mirror was another Ma Xiaopei who had been copied by him.
Facing the fearful "Ma Xiaopei" in the mirror, Cao Shuguang was extremely agitated, and turned around in the bathroom twice like a trapped beast. He raised his fist in anger, trying to smash the mirror and save his wife.
But his fist seemed to hit the water.
Boxer did not enter.
His whole body was also swallowed by the mirror image.
After taking care of the stupid Cao Shuguang, Zhanle's attention was all turned to the beautiful prey who escaped from his grasp.
The first person Zhanle ambushes and kills is the only celibate among the six objects, Shao Mingzhe.
He stuck his face out of the landscape picture frame hanging directly above the head of the bed, and stared at the eccentric who still refused to take off his mask and hat when he slept.
He didn't expect that the man's intuition was more terrifying than that of a beast. He didn't even open his eyes, so he put his hand in his.
Zhanle: "..." Mother.
After some fighting, the strange man with his head and face covered was slightly injured, turned around and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the night.
The world outside the window is more open, and there are more opportunities for do-it-yourself.
This is tantamount to seeking death.
Because there were five people to deal with still staying in the hotel, Zhanle only had part of his consciousness and ability to hunt down this idiot who wanted to kill himself.
However, there are actually more tigers than him.
Those two young people, not only did not flee, fear, or hide, but actually dared to provoke him
Zhan Lai watched coldly for a while.
When he heard the black-haired young man say "ghosts can't ask for help", he began to laugh coldly.
When he said, "Okay, let's call it out", Zhan Lak almost laughed out loud.
The more the black-haired youth wanted him to come out, the more he would not come out.
The two figures, one black and one silver, began to look like two ghosts wandering around at night, circling the closed back-shaped corridor.
In Zhan Lak's eyes, it was like two colorful clownfish, waving their tails in front of the shark, swimming around awkwardly, trying to catch him.
He didn't mind making them proud for a while.
However, the silver-haired youth soon made an even more bizarre move.
He took a mirror out of nowhere and discarded it in the corridor.
Next, the second side, the third side.
He threw the mirror in a pretentious way, a bit like when Zhan Lak caught sparrows to roast when he was a child, sprinkled with wheat bran or bread crumbs, so as to lead the sparrows into the trap he had set.
And Nan Zhou walked all the way with a finger chain, winding a light red filament around the latch of the window glass in turn.
Zhanle was very interested in the strange behavior of the two.
Do they think they'll be fooled
However, seeing that the silver-haired youth's mirrors were inexhaustible and inexhaustible, and threw them out from the sleeves one by one, Zhanle also slightly put away his contempt.
Could it be that this is some kind of magic weapon that specifically reverses the head
And they are actually mages
"Khun Songpa" told himself to deal with them, just because he was worried that they would endanger himself and him
When this idea came up, Zhanle naturally paid attention to the mirror.
In fact, this attention is not necessary.
His ability is mandatory, with a radius of three kilometers, any reflective object that appears within the range is the medium for him to live in.
Mirrors are the best medium.
Windows, pools, etc. that can reflect a relatively complete human shape are secondary media.
There are other small reflective objects, such as silver ornaments, knife blades, and even eyeballs, to which his spirit will be attached and flow shallowly.
As long as the reflective object exists objectively within his ability, Zhanle's spirit will naturally flow to it.
After studying the mirrors for a long time, he finally got the courage and tried to stick his head out of one of the small pink mirrors.
… He came to the conclusion that what was discarded by the silver hair was an ordinary mirror.
Zhan Le was stunned for a few seconds, feeling that he had been fooled.
What followed was a monstrous rage.
When Nan Zhou passed by a window, Zhanle repeated his old tricks and slapped the window glass with his palm like a prank.
boom-
With this sudden sound in the calm, anyone will look at the place where the sound came from subconsciously in shock.
The same is true of the beautiful black-haired youth.
However, when he turned around, the dark and bright eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes, which was very moving.
But there was nothing in that sight that could be called fear.
Zhan Lae was stunned for a moment, but she moved immediately.
He repeated his old tricks, quickly swapped places with the black-haired young man, pushed him into the window pane, wrapped him around him with his mental tentacles, and replicated the method of dealing with Ma Xiaopei. Before he escaped from the glass, he was trapped, deprived of his mobility, and moved elsewhere.
Zhanle thought that he had the upper hand.
However, when he pretended to be "Nanzhou" and wanted to be side by side with Jiang Fang and walked forward casually, a hand that instantly broke the window grabbed his shoulder.
On the other side of his shoulder, the silver-haired young man beside him smiled happily.
The two sides exerted their strength together, and Zhanle instinctively wanted to break free, but he was shocked to find that he could not escape the control of either party by his strength alone.
Especially the black-haired youth, he didn't even expend extra effort when dealing with himself.
Because his voice is extremely peaceful, there is no feeling of struggling at all.
"Thank you for letting me find another weakness—"
"Your imagination really sucks."
Zhanle didn't have time to think about it, and quickly dissipated the shadow and returned to the mirror.
When he returned to his own territory, he realized what it meant to endure a step, the more you think, the more angry you are, and the more you take a step back, the more you lose.
After losing again and again, and being insulted to his imagination, this changed Zhan Lak's leisurely mood.
He stared at Nan Zhou sullenly, with a grim expression, in Chinese with an accent, he whispered through the glass, "Kill you."
"'Kill'?" Nan Zhou looked at Zhanle in the mirror, "Do you know what I used to do?"
He said flatly: "Every day, people come to me to kill them. I have killed thousands of people. Many people are afraid of me."
Nan Zhou's cruel words were so cute that Jiang Fang laughed softly beside him.
Compared with Jiang Fang's subtlety, Zhanle almost burst into laughter.
Afraid
What's so scary about him
I won't die, be attacked, and I won't have any pain at all. What should I be afraid of
And, killed thousands of people
Brag and don't make drafts, it makes people laugh and break their belly! !
However, although Zhanle sneered again and again, he was actually furious.
He killed more than a dozen people, and no one has ever questioned his poor imagination and creativity when he killed!
After talking to Zhanle, the black-haired youth did not leave the glass quickly.
He looked at Zhanle with a distorted face for a moment, then raised his right hand wearing the light chain.
Before they knew it, the two of them had visited the corridor on the third floor twice.
The mirror was thrown all over the ground in a mess, and the silk thread wrapped around the window pin was also wrapped twice.
… like the neck of a horse with a rein in it.
Nan Zhou moved his fingertips, exerted enough strength, and suddenly overturned his right hand, dragging and pulling backwards extremely neatly—
In an instant, the whole glass in the shape of the third floor was cut and shattered.
Countless pieces of glass fell like shooting stars into the withered tropical flowers and plants downstairs.
Every tiny fragment contained Zhanle's astonished face.
Zhan Lak was forced to move to a mirror near a bathroom.
He stared blankly at the front, his breathing gradually became rapid, and his pale complexion gradually turned red.
... what did he do? !
He actually drove himself away like driving cattle and sheep
He dared to provoke himself by riding his face like this? Is he crazy
Under the surging anger, Zhanle didn't even notice what a terrifying power it was to be able to shrink the optical coil inward and manually destroy the glass on the first floor in a flick of his hand.
Zhan Lak had only one thought.
He urged dozens of himself to emerge from the mirror.
Kill him!
However, something that Zhanle couldn't understand happened again.
When a dozen of them rushed out of various rooms on the third floor, and a dozen of themselves climbed all the way from the downstairs to the third floor, intending to cut the black hair alive, the black hair and silver hair were no longer there.
Zhanle's ability is very delicate, and can appear in every small object that can reflect light to spy on the whereabouts of prey.
For him, this should have been an excellent advantage.
However, the problem now is that there are too many single objects in the hotel that can reflect light.
It can be said that it has increased geometrically.
Originally, the window glass was a large whole, and Zhanle could easily occupy the panoramic view and watch their every move.
Today, the windows on the third floor of an entire hotel have been utterly destroyed.
Zhanle's eyes jumped repeatedly among the countless pieces of glass, and it was difficult to judge the whereabouts of the two among the countless distractions.
He was furious and angry when he found it.
And when he finally caught a glimpse of the black-haired and silver-haired figures in the panoramic window on the second floor, the black-haired man had already completed the same steps as before.
clap clap clap clap clap-
Amidst a series of crisp glass shattering sounds, the young couple, who was trapped in the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor and on the verge of hypoxic shock, held hands, hugged each other, and both fell out, unconscious.
As the glass on the second floor shattered, Zhanle's body also became subtly stiff.
He realized something in hindsight.
… reflectors, seems a little too much…
His spirit was quickly distributed on the extra broken glass, and it flowed freely without his control.
When the mighty power spreads equally everywhere, he becomes weaker instead.
And the silver-haired man was standing in front of the broken window, throwing the inexhaustible makeup mirror into the shimmering light without hesitation.
It is a first-level medium that consumes more of his spirit than a second-level medium such as glass, and will occupy more of his spirit.
With the rapid increase in the number of mirrors, Zhanle actually felt obvious weakness and pain in his limbs.
Zhanle couldn't see himself, so he didn't realize that his face was gradually twisted into a ball due to tension and fear.
… Why? !