The Monster I Was Redeemed

　　 Follow the stairs to the office on the second floor.

　　 Ai Liang directly pried open the door of the room with the force of thought.

　　The office is an ordinary office, and you can see everything at a glance.

　　 Ai Liang followed Qianmenren's message and opened the file cabinet. There was only one file bag inside.

　　 After carefully determining that there were no traps on it, Ai Liang opened the bag and pulled out A4 paper. The paper pulled out a few photos.

　　 Ai Liang left the photos in a row indifferently, looking at them one by one.

　　 Gradually, his fists were clenched tighter and tighter, and the tears in his eye sockets seemed to be all turned into gasoline at this moment, and the picture in the photo was sparks that ignited gasoline.

　　 Six group photos, six lives, male and female, the oldest is in the forties, and the youngest is only nine years old.

　　 He picked up the A4 paper again, and it was the words left by the thousand-faced man on it.

　　‘The hermit, when I got this file, I should be dead. It doesn't matter whether I was killed by you or I committed suicide. I don't intend to continue using this body anyway. ’

　　‘The back of this paper explains in detail how six people died. Don’t worry, listen to me, it’s not my job. ’

"From the last time I met in the mall, I realized that you are different from the past. You used to be so decisive, but now you are like a tiger with its claws and fangs pulled out. To be honest, I am very disappointed. . ’

　　‘You seem to have reverted back to the information provider named the hermit, not the cut-throat madman who frightened the black zone. Did the silence of the past five years make you degenerate? ’

　　‘But it’s okay, I will help you grow. ’

　　‘It was the masked guy who killed these six people. He is the little gift I gave you. ’

　　‘Don’t think about letting the law punish him, he will only be sentenced to death on the face of it, and then privately transferred to the Countermeasures Bureau for custody as a test object for the research mask. ’

　　‘Research will not harm them. Apart from losing his freedom, he can live very comfortably on the prison island. ’

　　‘If they behave well and even make some small requests, who would make them commit crimes only by being ‘bewitched’ by the thousand-faced people. ’

　　‘Choose, do you plan to allow him to be taken away by the countermeasure bureau as a hermit, and to live the rest of his life without worry, or to use it as a throat cut demon to let him experience the pain that he has inflicted on the victim? ’

　　‘Of course, or that sentence, no matter what choice you make, I support it. ’

　　 The last sentence seemed sarcasm.

　　 Ai Liang kneaded the A4 paper into a ball.

　　 He closed his eyes as if he was back ten years ago, back to the day when he first murdered.

　　 Negative emotions continue to churn in my heart, and now this emotion carries three points of anger, three points of sympathy, and four points of violence to vent.

　　 "You won, Thousand Faces."

　　 Ai Liang opened his cold eyes, his voice was as cold as Jiuyou Ligui: "Don't let me meet you again."

　　 Xu Zhihai had no information about the Thousand Faces in his brain at all, as if all the information about the Thousand Faces had been erased at the moment he died and left.

　　 The manipulation of Xu Zhihai is like a ray of spiritual thought in Xianxia novels. It does not contain any information but is just a fixed procedure.

　　 Otherwise, Ai Liang would not be incompetent and furious here, and would have destroyed him spiritually a long time ago.

　　 Collected the photos and the paper ball, Ai Liang slowly went downstairs.

　　 The masked man who was lying on the ground was nowhere to be found, and the crying face mask disappeared with him.

　　 Ai Liang is not in a hurry, in perception, he does not go far.

　　 Outside the warehouse, the masked man put on the crying face mask again and was sitting in the driver's seat of the van.

　　 He found the key of the van from the bodies of the five people.

　　 With the engine starting, there was joy in his eyes.

　　 can finally escape there!

　　 "Ahem...The warehouse is full of monsters, even Mr. Qianmen has been planted... Ahem." The masked man coughed up blood as he spoke.

　　 He can still act now thanks to the blessing of the crying face mask, as long as he takes off the mask, he will become half-dead again.

"That's good, as soon as Mr. Qianmen dies, I can use the power of the mask as I want. No one can restrain and control me anymore! Hahaha cough cough..." The mask man coughed up blood while thinking. A bright future.

　　 "Almost all the knowledge and skills that humans can learn are stored in the mask. I can find any profession by relying on the mask, and I will become an eternal genius!"

　　 The masked man became more excited as he thought about it. He waved his arms excitedly. Unexpectedly, his internal injury was affected, and he convulsed with pain.

　　 Then the car hit a wall like a ghost, and crashed into an unfinished construction site.

　　 The masked man climbed out of the car with great difficulty, and this collision made his already seriously injured body worse.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this kind of injury depends on the strength of the mask for several days to fully recover..." The mask man shook his feet.

　　 "Forget it, first go to a nearby residential building and find a family home, anyway, this is a development zone, no one cares."

　　 "Where are you going?"

　　 An extremely cold voice came from behind.

　　 The masked man suddenly frightened his souls.

　　 "Don't worry, I will take you to a good place."

　　 When the masked man turned his head, the apostle in Mr. Senmian's mouth was standing behind him.

　　 While the steel bars were floating beside him, he saw such a strange scene of the man with the mask standing upright.

　　 Knowing that the visitor was not good with his butt, he ran towards the gate of the construction site rolling and crawling.

　　咻咻!

　　 A steel bar runs directly through his right leg.

　　 "Ah!!!!" The masked man yelled in pain while covering the wound. What is even more bizarre is that the wound expanded a little bit without bleeding, and all that came from was heart-piercing pain.

　　 "Don't worry, I will help you stop the bleeding with the power of mind. Don't worry about your death due to excessive blood loss."

　　 Ai Liang waved, and the steel bar pulled away from the mask man's right leg, causing his entire leg muscles to twitch constantly.

　　 "No, no, please... let me go..."

　　 The masked man hugged his right leg and pleaded bitterly. The nose and tears on his face were mixed together, and it was dripping.

　　 "At that time, the seventeen-year-old boy should have begged you like this, did you let him go?"

　　 Ai Liang remained unmoved. As soon as his thoughts turned, the mask man’s thumb nails were lifted, revealing the tender flesh and blood underneath.

　　 "Ah! Ah!!!"

　　 The masked man rolled on the ground like crazy, as if this would distract some of the pain.

　　 "Don't you like playing hunter games, run, as long as you run out of the gate, I will let you go." Ai Liang whispered like a demon in the ear of the masked man.

　　 The masked man wanted to stand up, but he couldn't walk upright at all because of the wound on his right leg. He suddenly remembered that he had tortured and killed the boy who was held in the moon by his classmates in this way.

　　 Within two seconds of recollection, the pain overwhelmed his sanity, and the desire to survive urged him to crawl towards the gate of the construction site.

　　 The distance that can be reached in ten seconds is so far away at this time.

　　 "5"

　　 Ai Liang suddenly began to count down.

　　 "4"

　　 The masked man couldn’t care about the pain of his thumb~www.wuxiahere.com~ with both hands and quickly crawled towards the door.

　　 "3, 2, 1...it's a pity, you failed."

　　 The two blue iron doors closed in the desperate gaze of the masked man.

　　 "Don't worry, this is just the beginning, and the suffering of five people is waiting for you."

　　 The masked man turned his head to look at Ai Liang. Behind him, there seemed to be six mutilated souls, and they all showed horror smiles at himself.

"do not come!!!"

　　 The masked man leaped towards the door with his last strength, and slammed the thin iron door with both hands. He tried to make a noise to attract people around him to rescue him from the hands of the devil.

　　 "You don't have to work in vain, I have cut off all voices."

　　 Ai Liang approached the masked man step by step. This one-meter-eight man was curled up beside the iron door like a frightened mouse.

　　 He found that no matter how hard he beat the iron door with his hands, he couldn't make any noise, as if there was an invisible barrier separating the palm of his hand from the iron door.

　　 The masked man struggled madly, but his badly injured body was unable to exert any power at all.

　　 Ai Liang dragged his left foot like a dead dog, and whispered what he said when he first murdered ten years ago: "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye..."

　　 The hands of the man in the mask have been frayed. His fingers tried to buckle the ground, but he could only leave ten blood marks on the rough concrete floor. Ai Liang dragged ten red lines slowly towards a dark, ruined building.

　　 "You beast, you die undecently..."

　　 When the masked man was about to sink into the darkness, he uttered the last scream in his life.

　　 "Ah! Ah!!! Ah!!!"