Fifty-seven minutes left.
The leather shoes with heels stepped on the ground, and there was a crisp sound of tapping. In front of him was the bright moonlight, and behind him was bloodstains like flowers all the way.
Lin Huai held the ax in his hand and hummed softly: "The twenty-third."
The "corpse" of the middle-aged man had fallen behind him. The bright red clothes were fluttering in the wind, Lin Huai held an ax in his hand, and stopped at the door of the hall where the party was held.
Fifty-five minutes left.
The hall that was supposed to be noisy, at this moment, seemed to be dead silent. Both feet stopped at the marble door, Lin Huai lowered her head and saw a warm light emitting from the crack of the door.
This doesn't feel like it belongs on a serial killer's rally, Warm Light.
He closed his eyes and tried to sniff, but he didn't smell even a trace of blood. He walked around the hall, came back, and looked up to see a transom.
"Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang—"
At this moment, he heard a symphony coming from the hall!
That really didn't sound like the sound that should come from a serial killer's assembly. These are people who call themselves artists, but are only interested in destruction and destruction. Compared with the symphony of violin and piano, they prefer the desperate screams and wailing of the victims.
But the sound of the symphony is too elegant and lyrical. The cold moonlight in Wucheng hit Lin Huai's body through the glass window, like a slippery and cold hand, stroking his bone marrow.
Fifty minutes left.
Like an agile cat, Lin Huai quietly climbed to the transom. Through the blurred transom, he peered in...
The scene in front of him made his cat-like pupils shrink with joy.
Through the transom, he saw in the hall...someone was actually dancing. The remaining twenty or so serial killers are dancing in two groups, hugging each other.
On the most central stage, there is a statue. There is light on the statue, and the whole picture is holy and warm. He looked on and saw a lone phonograph from which the symphony was coming out.
The scene in front of me was so damn elegant and harmonious. If Lin Huai has a little knowledge of classical music, then he should know that the music being played at this moment is Starkovich's Second Waltz, and the serial killers in it, which are supposed to be cruel like beasts, are holding my waist , I hold your hand and dance harmoniously to the beat, like some kind of large-scale performance art scene. Bone wind chimes and blood paintings were scattered on the ground. Unfortunately, he almost fell asleep in the classical music appreciation class last year.
—Fortunately, it is not difficult to remember the rules of these beats.
There was no time for him to regret it. It was only forty-five minutes before the perfume expired and the whole world disappeared before his eyes. Lin Huai rolled over from the transom. Now reduced to the appearance of a lolita, he still wears that red cloak. Lin Huai thought for a while, threw the curled ax on the ground, picked up a table knife instead, and took out a...
The red and black dress he bought at the dress shop.
Undoubtedly, this is a weird trap, a scene arranged by someone who does not know. This scene is obviously inviting you into the urn.
Will Lin Huai leave here
Forty minutes before the perfume expires.
The serial killers in the hall were still dancing monotonously, and they looked at each other with dull expressions.
The originally closed door was suddenly pushed open!
The moonlight sprinkled into the hall along with the pouring red. The pouring red is the rolling skirt trimmed with black. The moment the smell of perfume enters the hall, even the serial killers who have been sluggish like puppets, turned their heads and let the red soak into themselves as if instinctively. pupil of the eye.
"I'm coming to dance," Lin Huai threw the red cloak on the ground, "Which of you will be my first dance partner?"
Lin Huai looked around and laughed. Now in the form of a girl, he looks like a proud princess, or a little witch who has not received the invitation but willfully joined the ball.
The little witch combed the black hair hanging around her head with both hands, and then bit a cold table knife between her teeth.
The high-heeled shoes made a cold and crisp sound when they stepped on the floor. The witch held the other two table knives in both hands, and spun into the dance!
Her first dance partner was two young people beside her who were walking monotonously alone. The witch forcefully cut them at the transition of the movement—one's palm caught the palm of the witch in the red dress, while the other was circling alone beside her.
The witch put her hand in the palm of the man, she looked at the dull eyes of the man, and smiled slightly.
She danced with his dance steps, and the two table knives in her hands were inserted between her fingers. The witch dances female steps, although the dance is not proficient enough, it is dangerous and sweet enough. During the next circle, the witch suddenly smiled, and then—
The snow-white silver light cut off that person's head!
The head fell to the ground with a "boom". That body was completely immobile, as if some silver thread had been disconnected from the top of his head. The witch didn't take a second look at him, and spun around without hesitation, cutting into the next group of dance partners.
The second group of dance partners was also cut off by the Witch. However, this is not abrupt, as if giving in to the witch is a matter of course. This time the witch danced in a man's step, but in the next circle, she cut off the head of the man who had been reduced to a puppet again with a dining knife.
Then came the third group, the fourth group, the fifth group... The red figure is like a blade, no one can stop her, and no one can refuse to dance with her. The red figure is like a blooming flower, or like a bird flying but dying, every place the witch passes is cut by her dance steps, weird, proud, bloody, and romantic. Under the silver light of her fingertips, the bodies that had been reduced to empty shells split open, and the heads fell to the ground. The elegant ball turned into a bloody killing, but all the participants didn't realize it—just because they had been transformed into someone's puppets, puppets who could only dance to the waltz.
in such a short time.
Only the last few groups of partners remained on the dance floor, the chestnut-haired beauty in the silver mask, and the puppet dancing with him. The chestnut-haired beauty was dressed in men's clothes, and her dancing posture with another puppet in her arms was extremely casual and lazy. His posture can't even be described as a dance, if the other dolls are dancing stiffly, but he seems to be just randomly posing his body, messing around.
He was humming, as if beating time with the symphony.
"bump!"
Another puppet fell down. The bright red skirt rushed to the next pair of dancers. Obviously, her goal was the puppet.
But when she attacked like a sword, the young man who was holding the puppet didn't move at all, and actually faced the red light that seemed to tear him apart.
When Hong Ying deviated slightly and was about to grab the puppet's hand, the young man finally made a move!
The puppet was tilted to the other side, and the young man's hand firmly grasped the witch's hand. Lin Huai was now two heads shorter than him, but it brought him into his arms firmly and thrillingly, holding him tightly. His hands are also tight.
Lin Huai then watched helplessly as his last prey fell to the other side.
The next beat begins!
His hand was firmly held in the palm of another person, and the masked young man whispered in his ear: "I will teach you how to dance, I saw that you just crushed the insteps of many dolls .”
"I'm not here to dance, I'm here to kill." Lin Huai bit the knife in his mouth and snorted.
The man held his waist firmly with one hand, so Lin Huai followed his dance steps, and felt that this man seemed to be a good dancer. So he lowered his voice and said to him: "Where have you been these few days? I..."
"Hush," Chu Tianshu's voice hit his ears with heat, "Concentrate on dancing."
The two went from one end of the hall to the other, and the record player cut to the next dance track. Chu Tianshu said: "I have been looking for you with another person for the past few days, oh, I also helped him get out the puppet in this room."
Lin Huai snorted, and followed him a step further: "Why are you so perverted?"
"The puppeteer said he was an artist, and I also wanted to—" Chu Tianshu shrugged, "to make our reunion a little more romantic. There are always dances in fairy tales. The record is coming to an end, and he's coming out soon gone."
"There is still more than half a minute." Lin Huai said.
"Yes, there is still more than half a minute," Chu Tianshu said, "do you mind helping me to spin?"
Lin Huai stared at him and snorted coldly.
"Next time you do the women's step, Mr. Hunter," he said.
"Okay, Your Excellency the Witch." Chu Tianshu smiled.
When the final climax of the dance music came, Lin Huai supported Chu Tianshu's palm and started spinning at high speed!
The black and red skirt spread out like a blooming mandala, the petals fluttering like waves. After spinning eight times, Lin Huai stopped.
His breath was still a little unsteady, and he couldn't stop breathing. At this time, Chu Tianshu half-knelt down, grabbed Lin Huai's wrist, and kissed his palm.
A hand kiss.
There are still twenty minutes.
The music was completely over, and there was finally monotonous applause in the hall.
"Not bad, very good, very artistic reunion!" The puppeteer came out from the place against the light, laughing cheerfully, beside him, the puppet belonging to Xia Xingye followed him silently, "I know I am alone, but dare to break into here alone, I really don't know whether to call you arrogant or stupid?"
Lin Huai lowered her head and silently looked at her wrist which was being held by Chu Tianshu.
"It's a very good way of intimidating." A few dolls pushed the dining carts over, and there were cut-off hands on the dinner plates, "Is this the dinner you sent? It really is your style. Every batch The people who went out were all made into dinner by you and brought back here, right?"
The puppeteer said, and said to Lin Huai in front of him: "Do you like these waltzes? I carefully selected these waltzes for you. There is no Beethoven or Bach, a brand new style. What, the dance just now Did you have a good time with your old enemy? The crow—”
He smiled excitedly and almost crazily: "I can't wait to dissect you and make you into my puppet—"
"Where is the key?" Lin Huai said, "You still have fifteen minutes."