After Bai Su dragged the person into the door, he watched the other person continue to act on his own.

Acting skills...acting skills, to be honest, leaving aside the unreasonable parts, the acting is better than him, full of emotions.

From the frightened tone of voice to the crying makeup to the dress that suits the scene, Bai Su drank hot water and studied a little.

Hmm...should he act a little more exaggerated next time?

Bai Su thought and turned on the light.

The lighting caused the women to cover up the light with their hands, which also made Bai Su feel strange.

Is it true that some supernatural beings are also afraid of light? In other words, women are not completely supernatural?

Throwing away the kettle and cup, he forced the woman into the corner of the room, and Bai Su leaned down slightly.

"What kind of existence are you?" Bai Su asked curiously, "I originally thought you were a part of the supernatural... but now you don't look like it."

As he spoke, he stretched his hand toward the woman's chest.

The woman wanted to hide further but leaned against the wall. Then she wanted to reach out, but what followed was a sharp pain from the back of her hand.

She looked to both sides at a loss. The palms that were originally supporting the ground were penetrated from the middle. This was different from the wounds on her shoulders and neck. It was a real injury.

A white, soft substance slowly crawled out from the wound in her palm, then crossed her hands and pressed them.

It hurts...it hurts so much.

Why is the situation like this?

The woman couldn't stop her, so Bai Su reached into the other person's chest and pulled out a small knife from the figure he was trying to cover up without any erotic color.

The tip and blade of the knife were stained with blood, and the fresh red color was sliding down drop by drop.

Bai Su opened his eyes in amazement: "This knife - you hide it directly in your body?"

"You're so cruel to yourself, can't you feel the pain? It doesn't seem to be the case." Bai Su glanced at the woman's face, which was distorted by the nail piercing her palm, "Is it because I caused the injury?"

The speaker changed from a woman to Bai Su, but obviously, the panicked woman couldn't answer Bai Su's questions and questions.

She was busy struggling and kept glancing in the direction of the door.

"Actually, there's one thing you probably don't know." Bai Su played with the knife in his hand. It was sharp and grooved. "I just came back from the police station at night and walked a long way."

"So, your performance is good, but you also have to be flexible... according to the actual situation?"

Wha...what? The woman's eyes twitched, her arms were completely restrained, her shoulders twisted helplessly twice, and she raised her head.

She saw the black-haired young man looking at her, his eyes... his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead object.

No...wait a minute!

The woman raised her head even more and regained the ability to speak: "I, I was also coerced!"

"I...I don't want to knock on the door! But, but I really don't want to experience it again, wuwuwuwu, I can...I can help you——"

The knife clamped between the fingers turned in a circle along the fingers, and the direction of the knife tip turned around, pressing against the woman's neck.

"What does that have to do with me?" Bai Su asked strangely, "Did you include yourself in your acting?"

It was just a casual comment at first, but unexpectedly it directly broke the woman's pretense of begging for mercy. Her crying mood suddenly turned into endless resentment.

The appearance of the opponent's face and body began to change, and wounds with bone-deep wounds appeared, especially on the face, where several knife edges had shaved the originally beautiful face into a horrible state.

This is one of the ways women use to scare people, and they don’t want to appear in this situation.

Hee hee, they hit the iron plate.

Thinking of this, the woman giggled. Because her vocal cords were damaged, her voice was no longer clear.

Bai Su watched the woman change from crying to laughing, and once again lamented the richness of human emotions, and how even the deceased could change their emotions so quickly.

However, he was not interested in the reasons for women's emotional changes. He asked bluntly: "I don't think you taste very good either."

"Can you tell me how to kill you quickly? It will also save you the torture."

……

419, a very subtle room number.

Bai Su rolled up the quilt that had been completely dyed red again, barely making the ground look less like a murder scene.

He originally planned to lie down directly on the bed, but considering that he was lying down now and was woken up by the knock on the door, he might be... angry?

Yawning, Bai Su picked up the bloodletting knife at hand and walked out of his room.

The corridor on the fourth floor was quiet. If it weren't for the long trail of blood on the ground, no one would know what happened here.

However, no one else came here, so it turns out that this hotel has a big problem.

How did the human girl get booked here?

The doubtful thoughts stayed in his mind for a moment and then were thrown out, and Bai Su continued to walk forward.

When passing by 409, he felt the sound of An Xiangwen's breathing as he slept like a pig.

...Forget it, it’s a blessing to be able to sleep, after all, curiosity killed the cat.

As for 411, Bai Su didn’t sense anyone’s presence in the room, so he probably went out.

What was Wei Wenxue doing out late at night? After staring at the 411 door for a while, Bai Su stopped looking.

As long as the person did not die or disappear outside, causing him and An Xiangwen to become related persons and enter the police station, he would not pay attention to the rest.

A little further from 411 is 419. Even through the wall, Baisu can feel the restlessness and the smell of blood inside the door.

This is also true. The room of 419 was in chaos. After banging the door a few times to show off, the man inside the door put down the knife and other utensils and started chatting with his companions.

Under the stimulation of blood and alcohol, the atmosphere in the room became further corrupted.

In the corner of the room, another man was sitting there with his knees in his arms, staring at the bed with a heavy gaze, which was incompatible with the crazy atmosphere.

He also held a knife in his hand, but he held the blade with his hand. Blood continued to leave from the palm of his hand, continuing to bring a strong smell of rust to this room.

"It's so slow. Isn't that woman done yet?" The woman leaning on the man's shoulder looked to the side with a flirtatious look, "...Ah, she didn't bring her cell phone."

The other two people also noticed this and waved their hands indifferently: "If you do it again, just go directly to it. You can consider killing the people in the other two rooms together."

The words are understated, as if killing someone is as common a thing as eating.

"I hope humans will last a little longer this time and not die too quickly and too weak like you two young lovers."

"But weakness also has its advantages. Unlike the previous humans, they were destroyed after being killed once."

As he said that, the man on the bed looked towards the corner with a malicious smile: "What? Are you dissatisfied with our arrangement?"
Chapter completed!