The hostel under the mottled shadows of the trees fell into silence, and a silhouette leaped sneakily from the tree, the thin blade of the dagger gently opened the window, swiftly entered, and closed the window smoothly.
The room is completely dark, only a faint moon frost reflects the white glow on the blade. There is a middle-aged man lying on the bed with an open suitcase beside the bed, Gillas coldly I glanced at it, "A sea merchant, blame you for bad luck, and happened to stay in this hotel."
Five fingers gently pressed the man's nose and mouth, and the blade pierced the neck diagonally. The arteries, the hook-like serrations on the blades tore the muscles of the larynx and made a sour rubbing sound, blood slowly overflowed, staining the sheets red.
Gilas stared coldly at the man's horrified eyes, feeling the strength of the slumping struggle under his hands. After a few breaths, after confirming that the man was silent, he rubbed the dagger on the bed sheet and pushed it. Open the door moved towards the next house.
The corridor is covered with gray and fluffy carpets, the lights are dim, and the baring fangs and brandishing claws on the opposite side of the corridor are like terrifying monsters that choose people to eat, and the wind hu hu.
Tools like iron wires and toothpicks, the door lock was opened almost silently, Gilas concealed the door, and soon walked out again, just like checking The room goes in and out like a room.
The bloody smell on the dagger is getting stronger and stronger, but the clothes on his body from start to finish did not splash a drop of blood, and his expression did not change excessively. He was very calm. And professional.
"The last one should be the boss of the hostel!"
A picture of a family of four flashed in Gillas' mind, a couple approaching middle age, one The dying old man, and a doll about five or six years old.
Prying open the door lock, he ran into a man with messy hair head-on. His sleepy eyes blinked, and Gilas slammed forward, piercing the dagger straight into the other's heart.
The corpse plopped to the ground, and the blood was sprayed on the floor on the wall. The woman woke up and screamed in her mouth before she could make it. The blood-stained dagger hit her forehead like an iron nail. The fiercely nailed to the back wooden bed.
Gilas frowned and glanced at the blood-stained cuff, then quickly moved towards the cubicle bedroom, and soon there were two sounds of bone crushing in the room.
Thinking about it, Gilas dragged the two corpses out and placed them on the wooden bed outside, showing the same shape as a group photo, and then neither too fast nor too slow took them out of his arms. A sealed letter was clamped in the mouth of the dead man to ensure that it was eye-catching enough for those who came in to find it immediately.
Gilas ran to a few rooms next to him, quietly opened the windows, and then leaned the remaining warm corpses on the window sills, looking like a house from the outside Someone inside is looking out, but the whole head is stiffly against the outer wall.
Black is not easy to be noticed in the dark of night, but the passers-by on the street in the early morning of 2nd day will be frightened.
After setting up everything, Gillas left from the main entrance.
2nd day!
"…The bosses and residents in the hostel were all killed, no one was alive, and the bodies were hung on the window sill, it seemed that they were afraid that they would be discovered late." Kuro As soon as I received the following report, I reported the information on the scene to Yarlin: "A team of soldiers who patrolled the town in the morning happened to pass by near the scene, and then immediately blocked the scene, and then found this." /p>
Yarlin usually reads the newspaper in the morning. He puts the half-sided East Blue Times on the table before accepting the letter from Kuro.
The lacquered red wax seal, the kraft paper of the letter was stained with several fonts "Marine Captain" written in coagulated blood. Yarlin raised his eyebrows slightly, and then opened the envelope with his fingertips to tear the opening. At the same time, Kuro described the scene when the letter was discovered: "It's that guy, he should have noticed that we have set up a secret sentry around the base, so passing the letter in this way, we can be regarded as truly aware of this headquarters intelligence. The investigator's cruelty and cunning."
Kuro "hehe "sneered added: "However, it is now quite certain that Star's character is not a good person. One who can kill innocent people with such cruel methods The author is just for the letter delivery guy, hey… at least we don't have to doubt the sincerity of the other side trying to communicate."
The inside of the torn envelope is very thin, and Yarlin uses his fingers to gently pinch out two pieces of paper. One is a bounty slip printed with a red-nosed clown, and the other is a profile photo of a man in military uniform with a hideous scar across his face.
"The Clown Buggy and Fick!" Yarlin's eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and the corners of his lips curled up to create a cold arc. There was no extra text in the photo, but Yarlin naturally understood the opposite. To convey the meaning, he squinted at Kuro said with a sneer: "This is a cunning poisonous snake. I am looking forward to seeing the other party officially now."
Kuro stared at the table. In the photo above, the pupil behind the lens shrank imperceptibly, and then looked up towards Yarlin without speaking.
After reinstalling the letter, Yarlin stood up and patted Kuro's shoulder gently and said: "You should have guessed, yes, the Devil Fruit that Fick got is that I pulled out of The Clown Buggy. Yes, the power of that fruit is not suitable for you… Heh~ I will take you to meet another guest who comes."
"Another guest?" Kuro followed behind Yarlin, moved towards the direction of the prison.
"Well, a guest from the Revolutionary Army, he also brought you a gift." Yarlin sold a pass and said: "I think you should like it."
In the cold and weird brood, the tree whiskers bound by the black silkworm cocoons suddenly unhooked and retracted into the fungus blanket. Mick twisted his head and looked into the dark and deep, two footsteps sounded into his ears in.
Stay in this kind of terrifying lair, and then there is no light or sound. The only one, Daio, is standing beside him like a motionless corpse, staring at himself with a grim gaze. , Mick felt that he was going crazy, he couldn't tell how long time passed, he just felt that every cell in his body was suffering.
Without any torture, the dim closure, the entanglement of the impossible to move even a little bit, only the mind is left to work, which in itself can drive people to death.
"Here is someone!"
Mick stared at the silhouette coming out in the dark, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his throat wriggled up and down uncontrollably.
"Is it okay to rest?" Yarlin looked at Mick's tired and haggard face and said with a chuckle: "I will introduce you, this is my deputy Kuro."
Kuro glanced over Daio, who was standing upright. Obviously, this guy was transformed. Then his eyes fell on Mick, and the corner of his mouth suddenly grinned. He probably guessed what the other person brought to him. What is the gift?