The middle-aged man walked along the path into the darkness. In the warehouse of the opera house, several familiar figures stood up one after another.

They are all serial killers who are familiar with middle-aged men.

"We are in big trouble." The middle-aged man whispered, "Someone killed Morse, assumed his identity, and started this tea party."

"Who is he?" a person asked sharply, "from the patrol bureau? A reporter? Or some lonely hero with a strong sense of justice?"

"He should be a new face. And the only thing I know is his name." The middle-aged man explained the information he got from the female reporter in detail, with fear in his eyes, "His

The name is..."

"Lei Feng!"

Everyone was silent because of this name. After a long time, one of the men who looked a bit like a chicken whispered: "Morse is dead, then we still have to go? We..."

"What's not to go? This man, does he think he is a hunter seeking justice? Does he want to catch us in the jar?" The sharp-sounding man laughed, "It's interesting, then let us have fun with him and let him

Let’s see who is the real hunter.”

"Is there a plan to hunt Lei Feng?" Another person said, it was actually a woman's voice, "It sounds very good."

All the whispers were blocked inside the door. Beside the door, the eyes of the puppet wearing a black cloak flashed.

…

It rained heavily at night, and the whole street was filled with water. Among the countless shops that were closed due to the bad weather, only the White City Hotel still had its lights on.

The hall on the third floor was originally used as a dance hall, but now it has become a sea of ​​countless serial killers. Under the guidance of the invitation, countless serial killers gathered together. The hall has been placed for a long time. I don’t know who put it there.

There are tables, chairs and benches, and the name tags of different visitors are placed on different stalls.

Since the organizer Morse had not come for a long time, a serial killer took the initiative to check the tickets. The "tickets" he checked were not only invitations, but also those brought by the killers and existed as "works"

something.

The crazy serial killers brought their works and passed the security check politely and orderly. After receiving a paper flower, they sat in their own booth. The puppeteer and Tianchu stood in the middle of the line. The puppets

The master looked at the serial killers in front of him and found that almost all of them were opponents in red clothes. There were also a few evil-level ones mixed in vaguely.

With such a large number of ghosts, it has become impossible for even high-level players to leave safely after their identity is exposed. The puppet master couldn't help but feel lucky that he brought his "work" with him. He whispered to Tianchu

Said: "What do you think about this place?"

"Oh, it seems like some kind of comic show, serial killer only."

Puppet Master:?

"You see, they brought their own fan works to communicate with each other. They even had their own booths and a stage in the middle. They were going to play something like 'Super Hot! Serial Killer's Mixed Editing Special' on the stage with a rhythm explosion!"

"The heart-touching Killer's Hundred Moments', or a stage play or something like that?"

Puppet Master:......

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "I didn't expect you to be as dead as the legend says."

Tianchu shrugged and returned to his mysterious and aloof image.

However, thanks to him, the original gloominess of this scene was of course gone. After seeing the people in front of him using a cart to transport his plasticized human statue, the puppeteer took a step forward and attracted his own

Doll.

His masterpiece was unanimously admired by the other killers. When it was Tianchu's turn, the evil spirit responsible for inspecting him lowered his head and looked at his invitation.

"Your masterpiece...is a bottle of perfume?" The evil voice's voice was hoarse and weird, with a strong smell of blood. It rolled its blood-red eyes and looked at Tianchu: "Where is your perfume?"

For a moment, the entire hall fell silent. All the ghosts turned their eyes and looked at this unwelcome guest who came without any works.

Being stared at like this by dozens of pairs of eyes, for a moment, there was a feeling of dark clouds looming over the city. However, in this gloomy air, Tianchu shrugged and said hoarsely: "I wrote to Mo Mo a month ago.

Else, tell him that my perfume still lacks the last ingredient to be perfect."

The evil spirit rolled his eyes and licked his lips: "That's what happened."

"In the past three years, I have found twelve beautiful women, extracted their best parts and made them into perfumes. However, I found that this is not perfect enough. Today's perfumes are just for anyone.

It’s just vulgar powder that can be made. I still lack the thirteenth ingredient.

——The thirteenth material, the material that can make it unique." Tianchu said, his eyes flashed with enthusiasm like a madman, "But what should the thirteenth material be? There are all kinds of materials in this world.

I have seen all kinds of beauties, and I have extracted all kinds of flowers, plants and trees in the world..."

Perhaps because his expression was so impassioned, all the ghosts present were actually immersed in the sound of his speech. Even the puppet master, who originally wanted to evacuate the scene, couldn't help but stretch his neck.

"Finally, I discovered the thirteenth most perfect material - that is, people. For a perfume, its final destination is to be sprayed on a person. Therefore, a suitable object for applying perfume

, is the thirteenth perfect material!" Tianchu raised his hands, "And who should that person be?

Who else can do it? Who else can do it all? Only me, only me - the only perfumer, the maker of all this perfection. I am so handsome, so perfect, and

This kind of me - I want to put on perfume and become a god in the new century... Ahem, sorry, I messed up my lines."

When he said the last sentence, he showed a very kind smile.

All the ghosts:......

"You mean, you sprayed your perfume on your body? And you... are the art you brought?" Sha twitched his eyelids.

"To be precise, it's the smell of my body." Tianchu said seriously.

Even the puppet master was shocked by Tianchu's shamelessness. How dare he say these words with the smell on his body?

Sha:……

"Do you want to check it out? I will cooperate with your inspection work." Tianchu smiled heartily, "I sprayed them on my ankles. Although it is a bit embarrassing, if you want to see it,

I can put it right now..."

Sha:……

Sha was silent for a moment. He seemed to be torn, but finally felt that he was already perverted enough as a serial murderer, and there was no need to make himself look more perverted by smelling another man's ankle. Therefore, he finally nodded silently and firmly.

He nodded, placed a paper flower on Tianchu's chest, and said, "No, no need, you go in."

"Thank you for your trust in me." Tianchu saluted.

The puppet master and Tian Chu walked into the venue in silence. By coincidence, their seats happened to be close to each other. The puppet master whispered: "Your way of clearing the customs... is too..."

"Um?"

Puppeteer: "It's nothing, it just feels a little bit abnormal."

Tianchu smiled kindly at him: "Everyone has his own lower limit."

The beautiful woman showed a kind smile, which was supposed to be pleasing to the eye. However, for some reason, the puppet master felt a cold swishing on his back.

He touched the goosebumps on his body. His puppets stood behind him silently.

Another group of people were sitting in the corner of the venue. One of them whispered: "Tell me - when will Lei Feng show up?"

"At least not now." Another person said, "Although his name sounds very aggressive, I think he should be very cautious and never appear in the venue at this time...ah!"

He suddenly screamed: "Which of you just stepped on me?"

The remaining people looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Don't worry about it." Seeing that Morse, who was hosting the tea party, hadn't come for a long time, and there was gradually a commotion in the venue, the middle-aged man arranged in a low voice, "Now we are on the third floor, and the mysterious man doesn't know

Whereabouts. Two of us need to go out and look for him - find out which room he is hiding in now."

His words were approved by his companions. Two of them stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Although I don't know why he hasn't appeared at this time, he must be hiding an ulterior secret." The sharp-sounding man laughed coldly, "Since he has lived here, he will definitely stay here.

There are traces of existence. It’s time to take a closer look at what kind of person this so-called ‘Lei Feng’ is.”

"But he still doesn't dare to come forward until now. He must be a coward, right?" Another person sneered.

The two people followed the small door and left the bustling hall. Outside the hall, there was an empty corridor. The two people who were talking loudly did not realize that when they left the hall, they had not turned off the door.

wicket...

It actually closed.

In the air behind them, there seemed to be a series of faint footprints, sneaking behind them, almost distant, but never disappearing.

In the ballroom, the person who was asked said to Tianchu: "According to the rules of previous years, each artist needs to show his work in public on the middle stage and share his creative ideas. Those who like this work need to

Place your own paper flowers on the other party's booth. In the end, the work with the most paper flowers will become the most beautiful work of art today."

"I see." Tianchu nodded, as if thoughtfully, "It means that after the exhibition, the person with the most paper flowers can become the holder of today's best art? He needs to snatch the paper

Flowers, or in other words, at the end..."

"There is no other contestant, so the final winner can only be me." He whispered, "But this method is not only not energy-saving, but also a bit tiring. In that case..."

The puppet master watched helplessly as Tianchu leaned towards the serial killer A next to him, and whispered: "Are you going to throw the paper flowers to me?"

Serial killer a:??

He looked Tianchu up and down, as if remembering that he was the shocking perfume man at the door before, and said dryly: "Well, although you are beautiful, but... I am not interested in men."

"Actually, I can dress up as a woman. Please think about it seriously." Tianchu said kindly, "I dress up as a woman, and you give me flowers. Or if you die, I will bring you your flowers."

Puppet Master:......
To be continued...