"...I don't understand what you mean, sir." Owen's voice was extremely slow, muffled into the room from the door.
"Don't understand?" A cold smile appeared on Wen Zheliu's lips. At this time, Mei had not returned from the small garden, but Wen Zheliu knew that without her father's permission, she might never be able to come out of the small garden. .
The window was boarded up tightly, and only a few rays of hazy light occasionally came through. The only way to freedom here was the door in front of him, but this door was now covered by the tall figure in front of him, and his face was completely covered in haze. Indistinguishable men stood in the way.
"As early as when Mei said that sentence, I should have been able to think of it..."
The red-haired girl turned back and said urgently: "Come in quickly! God knows this is the area where those ghosts appear least!"
This kind of ghost plague place is full of wandering and crazy souls. They are floating everywhere and everywhere. But under what circumstances will a vacuum area where ghosts rarely exist appear
-Either there are churches and Buddhist temples here, possessing some strange treasures; or there is a ghost here that is far more ferocious and powerful than other ghosts.
"The news in the newspaper is very confusing, and the ghosts who come to see me in turns, including you, speak very strange words, but this does not prevent me from extracting important information from it." Wen Zheliu murmured, "Actually, Everything you said is true, but the memory deviation after death caused your statements to be inconsistent."
"You have been misled by them," Owen said. "Normal people should not believe what ghosts say."
"Normal people should not believe the words of a chainsaw murderer!" Wen Zheliu retorted unceremoniously, "Tell me Mr. Owen, how long have you been holding that chainsaw? In my opinion, it It is as inseparable from you as it is on your hand. Do you think your wife and children are afraid of you and want to kill you, all because of the influence of the Midnight Joy Show? "
The small yellow light in the corridor illuminated Owen's gloomy features, and also exposed the long saw in his hand at the junction of half light and half darkness. Wen Zheliu sneered slightly and continued: "It's just outsiders. Even your closest family members have begun to show fear and rejection towards you. Why don't you find the reason within yourself, Mr. Owen?"
"You are being deceived by them!" Owen was furious, "You have no idea what impact the Midnight Joy Show has had on my family..."
"But your family knows best what impact the Midnight Joy Show has had on you!" Wen Zheliu raised his voice and interrupted him heavily, "Mr. Owen, take a good look at your hand and see if it is It’s stuck together with something!”
Owen subconsciously raised his arm. Now, Wen Zheliu could see clearly that the cutting chain and blade of the chainsaw were covered with deep-colored blood and incomplete human tissue. There were even many indistinguishable parts wrapped around the handle. Men and women, with messy hair stained with minced meat. They entangled and swallowed Owen's right arm, seeming to have become the blood vessels and flesh of the murder weapon, inseparably connected to the host.
"How long have you been holding this chainsaw?" Wen Zheliu narrowed his eyes and asked, "Your wife is afraid of you, your daughter wants to get rid of you, your son wants to push you downstairs, you Do you think they are crazy? No, you were the first to go crazy! Because you did hold your chainsaw, and in every argument with your wife, you showed the urge to cut her into pieces. , you are the complete alien, Mr. Owen!"
Owen's expression was dazed and confused. He said incoherently: "That woman is crazy. She doesn't let me go out to work. This is my job. She doesn't allow me to go out to work..."
"This is not your job, Mr. Owen." Wen Zheliu's eyes were filled with pity and hatred. "Your job will not instigate you to brutally kill your family. You keep saying that you hate the midnight show, but it has already been integrated into your life." The blood has turned you into a murderous maniac who would rather deceive yourself than wake up from a dream full of loopholes."
The four words "murderer" were like a vicious and powerful cannon, causing Owen's morbid ravings to stop abruptly. A suffocating silence enveloped everything. A moment later, the sound of the chainsaw suddenly being pulled apart was loud. It’s astonishing, its noise is like a swarm of billions of man-eating bees, slamming against the closed door!
"I'm not a murderer! I'm not a murderer!!" Owen roared hysterically. The tightly pressed solid wood door was no match for the chainsaw. He let out a piercing and shattering scream amidst the deafening buzzing. "It's them who want to kill me, it's them. They’re not normal!”
Wen Zheliu didn't expect that this lunatic's behavior was so uncontrollable. His heart beat rapidly and he was covered in cold sweat. The fragments of the door in front of him were flying in all directions, as if they were being fired with all their strength, while Mei was still lingering in the small garden, waiting to attract the next innocent passerby to her father.
He gritted his teeth, turned around and ran up to the second floor, where he saw a pot of boiling and bubbling soup in the simple kitchen on the second floor. Wen Zheliu immediately wrapped his palms with his sleeves, ignoring the still burning natural gas stove, strode to the window facing the street on the second floor, smashed the glass window with one leg, stepped on the triangular roof ridge below and shouted: " Hey! Mr. Murderer, I’m here!”
Hearing the sound coming from above his head, Owen, who was on the verge of going berserk, immediately ran out of the porch with a buzzing chainsaw. He was immediately poured over his head by Wen Zheliu with a ladle of boiling soup. The scalded flesh turned and twisted, and was rolled up in an instant. Lots of hissing white smoke!
"Ah!!" Owen roared in pain. He scratched his face with one hand in pain and waved the chainsaw desperately with the other hand. In the stillness of the night, he looked like a crazy beast, exuding frightening cruelty and madness.
"Yes, some of the things you said are indeed consistent with the clues in the newspaper, but the truth is often a little more biased!" Wen Zheliu shouted, "The joy of successfully improving the patent project and the impact of the midnight joy show make You have developed an indescribable dependence on your tool. I guess you regard it as a part of your body. And your wife cannot stand your behavior of integrating that murderous weapon into your daily life, and out of fear when she sees that your exhortations are useless. Escape from the house. Your daughter was poisoned, and your son pushed you, because in their eyes, their father is no longer the normal father he was before, but a madman who looks like he will kill with a chainsaw at any time!"
"I'm not! I'm not! I'm a human!" At this moment, Owen's form has completely changed. The work clothes he was wearing gradually oozed out a strong, smelly blood color, even turning the harmless sky blue into a dirty black. His skin color became paler, and his eyes gradually became dark and dull, becoming exactly like Happy Dawson - after being unmasked by Wen Zheliu, he had completely taken off his human disguise and returned to the appearance of a fierce ghost.
"Are you a human?" On the roof, because he was far away, Wen Zheliu was not afraid of him and continued to taunt him, "If I had a mirror at hand, I would throw it down and let you take a good look at the dignity you have now." Rong, are you worthy of being a human being?"
The chainsaw in Owen's hand produced a harsh and deadly high-pitched sound. It roared, opened its mouth, and smashed open the shaky door like a headless fly!
Wen Zheliu jumped up, ready to have a thrilling chase with him on the roof at any time: "You posted a missing person notice for your wife in the newspaper, and then your wife wanted to sneak back and take her away while you were not at home. Two children - up to this point, you are right, but she never expected that you would suddenly come back in the middle of the journey! Your daughter's glass of poisonous water was not for her mother to drink, she was for you to drink. Yes, she wants to protect her mother, and the person she wants to poison is you!"
Holding a chainsaw, Owen ran rampant through the living room downstairs. He overturned the coffee table, smashed the vase, and made a series of loud noises below before rushing upstairs.
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Wen Zheliu imagined the scene in his mind: Mrs. Owen's red hair was messy and her face was pale. She took out the key and opened the door in panic. Her daughter and son heard the sound and walked out of the room upstairs. The poor woman was ecstatic and rushed to take the children away from here. However, at this moment, a tall and sinister figure suddenly appeared at the door of the wide open villa. Because he was dragging a chainsaw with his right hand, even the shadow reflected on the ground was longer than that of his left hand...
The more he faced this critical moment, the clearer his mind became and the smoother his thoughts became. When he heard the screeching noise of the chainsaw and the roar of the evil ghost getting closer and closer, he held the stick in his backhand, climbed up to the window sill on the third floor, and rolled over. Go to the rooftop entrance.
... There must have been a dispute between Mrs. Irving and her husband, but there is no doubt that she failed. There is no empathy between ordinary people and crazy people who have lost their minds. Her husband was emotionally excited, and the chainsaw wielding in his hand was also affecting him. The poor woman's life was threatened. Mei couldn't bear it anymore, so she tried her old trick again, bringing a glass of water from the kitchen laced with insect repellent or rodenticide, hoping to poison her fearful father to death.
But as she said herself, Leighton Owen was very good at gardening. He often used pesticides and could naturally tell that the water tasted wrong. He became furious and wanted to teach his daughter a lesson, but his wife would definitely stand in his way. He tried his best to stop him... Then the tragedy happened. The younger son fell down the stairs out of fear, and his wife and daughter died in a very tragic way.
Li Gui leaned out of the window with a ferocious face and screamed in a changed voice: "I'm going to cut you into pieces!"
"If you can catch up with me, then do it!" Wen Zheliu turned around and spat.
He looked like a truly nimble and agile deer, darting back and forth across the ridges and roofs. The terrain that is too steep must be very detrimental to Leighton Owen, because he is not the kind of fierce ghost with an illusory body. The chainsaw in his hand forces him to have physical contact with the outside world - and this just shows how powerful he is. .
...Then - Wen Zheliu's brain continued to deduce uncontrollably, and his thoughts were as smooth as eating Dove chocolate that lasted four hundred years - and then, the lunatic began to deceive himself. He made up many lies for himself. There are many illusions and reasons, such as the unfilial daughter who was poisoned, the young son who lost his footing and fell down the stairs, the wife who suffered from persecutory delusions... As for the cause of his subsequent death, that is another irrelevant answer. But Wen Zheliu knew that this evil ghost who had completely lost his mind still controlled his family tightly after death and toyed with the innocent travelers who passed by.
The chainsaw roared behind him, violently lifting up the debris piled up on the rooftop. Sparks burst out in the darkness. That was the sound of the high-speed rotating saw teeth colliding with the metal and concrete floor!
If the physical body is hit, it will be dead or injured in an instant.
"... You think you are innocent, but your bloodthirsty desire keeps tempting you to pick up your murder weapon. Mei is the bait, and then there are waves of calls from your younger son and advice from your wife. The test - asymmetric information and an extremely bizarre environment will greatly affect people's judgment. They are indeed worthy of sympathy, but those who believe in them will also die without a whole body!" Wen Zheliu jumped down from the second floor with all his strength, and quickly He was jumping up and down on the roof tiles, avoiding the saw teeth that were piercing his head like steel thorns. "When the test of your son and mother is over, you will go into battle in person. You will accuse passers-by of the atrocities your family has done to you and defend yourself." Your own innocence, this is not only to deceive, but also to satisfy your inner ulterior desires. After experiencing the first two rounds of fright, more people will fall in love with you. You enjoy their wailing and dilemma, I am happy to see them swaying in the mystery... Yes, of course you know, because this unknown newspaper is your best evidence!"
After shouting the last word with deep hatred, he heard the force of Zheliu's staff, hung up the broken window lattice, and jumped back into the house in an instant. At this time, the natural gas on the stove was still burning endlessly, filling the entire house with a pungent smell that made people dizzy.
"I've turned it over again, come and catch me!" he shouted defiantly, pulling the false tabloid out of his pocket and tearing it into pieces scattered on the floor.
"I know you have absolute control over this area, otherwise you wouldn't be able to pretend to be my companion's voice to deceive me, so this newspaper is fucking fake from beginning to end, right?!" Wen Zheliu felt extremely sad. Angry, "You want to smear your family, you want to use your son's composition to prove your so-called love, and you want to smugly show off your own achievements. Bah, I admit that I vomited!"
Li Gui was so angry that he went crazy. Soon, he heard the violent screams of the door lock being sawed open from the rooftop. The sound of metal cutting and tearing could almost pierce the eardrums, followed by the heavy footsteps of it chasing down with a chainsaw. The voice roars like thunder!
Wen Zheliu sneered, climbed onto the handrail of the stairs, jumped to the first floor several times, kicked away the mess that was almost smashed into rubble, and ran towards the door that had been knocked open.
Then, he picked up a piece of wood from the ground, flicked it with two fingers, and the fine kerosene in the package immediately splashed on it. He lit it on fire, and then threw it towards the broken window on the second floor -
"See you in the fuck, sir."
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