darknovel Chapter 92 Jack the Ripper Part [-]
Chapter 92 Jack the Ripper Part [-]
A crossroads in area A.
For the first time, he felt the threat of death, which made "President" Fang Jiping startled slightly.
Looking at Du Lin's eyes was a little surprised.
In his heart, the little traffic star is just a cowardly vase with a beautiful appearance, but can't protect himself.
But now he took out a sharp blade, almost cutting open the blood vessels in his Adam's apple.
Like a beauty wielding swords, guns and silver arrows under the moon.
Under the coercion of life and death, the chaotic and viscous desire was slightly suppressed.
"How did you know?"
Fang Jiping narrowed his eyes and asked.
With a chuckle, he slowly leaned against the cold wall behind him.
The attitude is still very casual.
The black windbreaker hangs on the ground.
Raised the expensive fabric into a slightly wrinkled arc.
The Bloody Mary Club...is the most proud masterpiece of his life.
Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible for such a starlet with no background to dig to such an extent.
There was a traitor among them.
Was it the old man who told him... or the painter Zhou Sinian?
Durin didn't answer him.
The little traffic star casually dropped the headset he was wearing on the ground, making a soft sound.
It's like throwing away a piece of garbage that disgusts him to the extreme.
The thick and beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed to be soaked in the fire burning in the mountains.
"Stop pretending."
Du Lin said coldly.
"Until now, you still show a calm appearance that everything is under your control."
"There is no way to frighten me."
The blade slowly tore at the Adam's apple.
There was a trace of blood on that piece of skin.
It seemed that the next second would take his life away.
The little star's voice is intimate, whispering like a lover.
"Mr. Fang Jiping, you still really like me."
"I know it's a game of shame and punishment tonight, you took back all the communication permissions—"
"You will teach me with your own hands."
She stretched out her slender pale fingers and inserted them into the man's black hair that had been sprayed with good cologne.
Gently pinch behind his right ear.
Click.
It was the sound of earphones cracking.
"When I came to the crossroads in Area A... the one who kept giving me orders was you, right?"
The slender fingers were dancing on the man's neck.
"In order to have a more in-depth and intimate contact with me tonight, and in order not to be disturbed by others in your game, you specially asked others not to approach this area."
"Just to have fun with me alone in the quiet and empty street, right?"
"So our "President" is alone now, without any bodyguards and snipers."
The young man looked down at him.
The beautiful pupils are like glass beads washed by rain.
The sound is more cool and ethereal than the moonlight.
"[Free pretty baby]..."
"It must be as cheap as you said when you flirted with me to make such a dangerous and deadly move with a knife in your head."
Fang Jiping's face, which was always as elegant as a fox... finally had a slight change.
He took a deep look at Durin.
"You really want to kill me?"
But I don't know why, under such a threat, my heart beats very fast.
As if in love.
Feelings like never before.
After a pause, there was a sense of bewitchment in the magnetic voice.
"Mr. Du Lin, calm down, don't forget my identity."
"I am the founder and the man in charge of the club."
"Yes, you are right, I really like you very much, I really want to have a deeper intimacy with you, and push away everyone."
The man's voice was low.
It seems that he wants to use such demagogic words to persuade Du Lin to stop killing.
"Now that you have taken advantage of this loophole and succeeded, have you ever thought about what will happen later?"
"The professional killers trained by the club will not let you go—"
"Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, they will rape you severely."
"Torture you, cut you open, as a punishment that affects the honor of the club, and put the video of the entire killing process on the dark web."
"Let everyone enjoy watching the exquisite skeleton you made after being skinned."
"President" Fang Jiping slightly lowered his head.
He rubbed his chin against Durin's finger.
Such a high-ranking man made a submissive action, which almost made people feel soft.
"But now you have another option—"
The soft voice is like Satan from the other side of hell.
Constantly tempting the little star's soul.
I want to see that the clear light is completely stained by the darkness.
"Leave me alone and stay with me."
"I'm really satisfied with your smart look hidden under your indifferent appearance. You really attract me, Du Lin."
"Those starlets with empty vases... can't compare to you at all."
He said fascinated.
"As a reward, as long as you stay with me, the resources that the entire Bloody Mary Club has collected in the dark corners of this world will be opened to you."
"You are no longer a cowardly lamb controlled by a manager, and you will no longer be threatened to throw dirty water... You have become a chess player on this chessboard!"
"You can also play and humiliate people you like like me."
The malice hidden in the magnetic voice is like mercury flowing all over the place.
It came tremblingly.
"If you want them to lick their shoes, if you want them to lie on the ground like dogs, if you want them to break their limbs—"
"In their hearts, you are the omnipotent God! You are the master of their destiny!"
"You'll enjoy this game, Durin, it's very good."
A final sound.
It's like a shotgun straight to the soul.
[Ding——detection——detection——]
["President" Fang Jiping: Favorability 90%——Blackening value: 80%——]
[Character statement: Stay with me, Du Lin, all the good and evil will be opened to you. 】
It seems that he was gradually bewitched by the words of "President" Fang Jiping.
Resources...climbing upwards...the pinnacle of power...
The traffic star blinked hesitantly.
The blade held in the right hand loosened——
Slowly pull away from the man's Adam's apple.
"President" Fang Jiping slightly hooked his lips.
Sure enough, it was still a little tender.
You will be bewitched by such a few words... What a poor and cute little quail.
But it also made him more fascinated.
However, in the next second, he slowly opened his eyes wide.
There was an extremely sharp pain in the neck.
The blood in the brain is like an upside-down cross, all flowing backwards...
There was an electric shock-like pain all over his body.
That is the imprint left by life on the verge of death.
The man collapsed to the ground in disbelief.
How can this be?
Is he crazy?
Why did he act like this? !
He is not afraid of being hunted down... isn't he afraid of subsequent killings and revenge...
In the field of vision of Fang Jiping's blushing eyes, the young man's flawless and beautiful face was soaked with a few drops of blood.
It looks very much like the evil undead in medieval paintings.
"I'm sorry, but I refuse such a deal."
Du Lin looked at the man coldly.
The delicate chin raised slightly, drew a sharp arc.
"Garbage in human skin should go to hell without any right to forgiveness."
"It's my choice as a chess player."
Blood froth kept gushing from his slit throat.
Listening to the cold and solemn voice, Fang Jiping smiled softly and coughed continuously.
What a surprise... little boy.
The other party's seductive white dress was splattered with blood.
It was as if at the last moment of his life, his blood stained Du Lin with color.
With a strange sense of satisfaction.
At this moment, "President" Fang Jiping thought of many things.
In the end, this game of sex hunting turned out to be the finale of being deprived of life... What a surprise.
But he has no regrets.
Memories are like dreams with lamps lit in the dark.
From the first time he looked at the people under him, he took those dirty and ugly videos, and the bloody scenes of men and women who were bright but willing to do anything for their desires... slowly flowed.
Until that day came.
The moment when the filming of the variety show "Talking Spirits" in the ancient castle started.
He saw that the little star he thought was his plaything raised his chin, and sharply rejected the actor Lu Chen.
Unceremoniously refuted the other party's humiliation.
The pride between the words reminded him of a big wild cat he raised when he was a child.
Just so itchy.
Tick it.
I wanted to stretch out my fingers and pinch his chin lightly.
Such a little heartbeat... in exchange for a curse on life.
"President" Fang Jiping feels no regrets.
The only regret...maybe that I didn't touch him before I died.
[Ding——detection——detection——]
["President" Fang Jiping: Favorability 100%——Blackening value: 90%——]
[Character's statement: Do you choose... the player's choice. 】
[I never thought that one day I would be placed on the abandoned scale. 】
【This person is really...】
[From the moment I entered the castle, all the trajectory of my life was broken. 】
…………
It was extremely desolate, a street corner soaked in black mist.
Fang Jiping, the "President" who originally enjoyed all the rights in the Black Empire, is no longer breathing.
What fell on the ground was an extremely cold corpse.
It looks very much like the works left by Jack the Ripper.
The little traffic star watched this scene coldly.
This is the first time that Du Lin has come down from these dungeons... for the first time.
What a novel experience.
The blood in his bones was a little cold, but his heart was beating fast.
It was as if being held tightly by an invisible hand.
With a strange feeling of hot and cold mixed.
And at this moment, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
[Human skin paper: Host, do you know what the ending of the original book is? 】
[Du Lin: What is it? 】
[Human skin paper: On the end of the variety show of the ancient castle, Song Zimo realized that something was wrong after the protagonist attacked Lu Chen and blocked the gun to save him. 】
[What a coincidence, everything is a coincidence. 】
【He deduced that the real culprit hidden among the participants of the variety show, and the phone number that was successfully traced by the headquarters was a trap laid by the other party... But it was too late. 】
[Members of the Bloody Mary Club successfully killed the protagonist who tried to break into them by Song Zimo——]
[This is the ending of this dungeon. 】
[Ding——detection——detection——]
[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 95%——]
"You've broken it now."
"Fang Jiping is dead, and the original forces are destined to undergo an internal split and purge."
After hearing this, Du Lin slowly narrowed his eyes.
He said slowly.
"not enough."
The young man raised his head and looked at the night sky above his head that was slowly being dyed.
The sunset is completely engulfed.
Even the moonlight of Lingling was shrouded in layers of smog.
In the extremely beautiful eyes, there was a clear luster.
"Even if "President" Fang Jiping dies, who knows what tricks that ghost hiding in the club will do..."
"The Bloody Mary Club is still active in the shadows, and the urban legend of Jack the Ripper is just going to be played out over and over again."
"The world doesn't know how many more innocent people will die."
"Before you die, you have to be humiliated, and after you die, you have to bear the ugly and ugly name of a male prostitute."
[The voice of the human skin paper paused: So, what do you want, the host? 】
The little star lowered his head slowly.
Looking at the blades in his hands that are separated like cold moons.
An idea had already formed in his mind.
"I think……"