absurd deduction game.

Chapter 525 Zhao Mou's Bedtime Story
The burly clown raised his head high, and the muscles of his upper body squeezed together with his movements, like mountains. He screamed like crazy, and he really had the feeling of a clown murderer.

Yu Xing: "..."

Zhao Yijiu: "..."

The severed head had very short hair, and its eyes were staring forward in horror. The dilated pupils had no luster at all, leaving only hollow blackness.

The head was held up by the clown's hand, just above the clown's own head, and it looked like the two heads were connected together, which was very grotesque.

The clown's other hand was also raised high, holding a jagged knife in his hand.

Yu Xing was so close that he could understand why the corpse's neck wound had so many bumps with a glance. The knife itself was very blunt, and there were many gaps on the blade. As long as the beheader didn't know the neck, it would be easiest to separate it. Because of the slowness of the murder weapon, the line must be chopped off several times.

To the murderer, it was little more than a little extra effort, but to the victim—especially one who, when they checked, found no wounds other than the neck and arms, it was torture.

Now the tip of the knife was facing Yu Xing's forehead, and the arm seemed to be swung down without hesitation. The clown's eyes were red, which was a sign of extreme excitement and loss of reason.

"I don't really want to go to the toilet, but I would like to interview you more. What's your hobby, you want to wear a human head when you go to the toilet?" Yu Xing looked at the clown's vicious appearance, and was extraordinarily calm.

Since the murderer is here, what he said just now is totally unnecessary. Right now is a great opportunity to catch the clues. He took a step across calmly, blocking the clown's exit route.

The clown's expression was grim for a moment, but he still grabbed the head's hair tightly, and stabbed the knife with his right hand.

"You don't understand at all!"

He yelled: "What's the point of killing him? I want him to be more scared, so that he will never dare to look up when he is going to the toilet! Hehehe, you know he was sitting on the toilet playing with his mobile phone just now, and When my girlfriend sent those disgusting words, when she looked up and suddenly saw my head, how terrified was her expression?"

Yu Xing quickly took a step back, and at the same time Zhao Yijiu raised his arm to hold the knife.

So Yu Xing had some free time, and took a look at the partition between the two compartments. The partition was the same height as the compartment itself, and it was not very high. A grown man could reach the top of the partition by stepping on the toilet. , also, with a little effort, they can turn their heads over the thin partition and look into the next compartment.

The biggest message is revealed in the short passage of the clown, and it is also revealed that he deliberately peeped on the victim to go to the bathroom in order to intimidate the other party.

This is a typical personality disorder. After killing someone, the average murderer would like to hide immediately, erase all clues, and must disassociate himself from the murder case. The purpose is to let his crime go unpunished.

And some perverted killers want to show off their actions to the whole world. He will feel how clever and exciting his killing techniques are. What they need is attention, recognition, topics, and audiences.

This clown was peeping in the last compartment before the murder, and after the murder, he took the victim's head on his body and returned to the last compartment. What could he do?

Yu Xing thought about it with the mindset of a perverted killer, and thought that he would climb to the top of the partition again to peep at the corpse that had lost its vitality.

Looking at the corpse he created lying quietly on the ground lifeless, it is probably like a sculptor appreciating the artwork he created with satisfaction.

"Why are you blocking me?" The clown's knife did not stab Yu Xing, and he yelled frantically. His voice definitely reached the maximum decibel that human ears can bear, but this did not attract any prying eyes from the outside world. No one went into the toilet to check, not even the three people in the women's toilet next door.

Regardless of Lisa and Lian En, Qu Lianqing will always come over to take a look. Now that she didn't come, it can only mean that the moment Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu saw the corpse and the clown man, the toilet's The space is closed to some extent.

Probably like the day of the murder, no matter how much the victim screamed, no one came to help him.

"You've seen it, you've all seen it, why don't you let me kill you too? Do you want to get out? Let me tell you, it's impossible for you to get out, and you don't want to publicize everything I did!" The clown roared viciously, his speech was very fast, like a delirious lunatic.

Yu Xing found that the clown still has some awareness of wanting to keep secrets. The only difference is that the ordinary murderer’s secrets are aimed at everyone, while his secrets are aimed at the majority of people—as long as he finds out that his secrets are only a few people, he will keep them secret. These very few people were also killed and became his new secret.

"You must be sick." Zhao Yijiu felt that the clown man was very strong. If he had to describe it, he didn't look like a living person. He frowned and listened to the clown man's loud nonsense, and his eardrums were a little hurt from the shock.

And when he heard that the clown was peeping at others from the top before killing someone, he couldn't help but think of the bedtime story that Zhao Mou told him when he was very young.

There was a girl who stayed at the school after school to be on duty. It was already late when she came out. Her house was very remote, there were no pedestrians on the road, and there were fewer and fewer buildings on both sides of the road. It was getting dark, and the girl walked alone. I was a little scared on the way home.

But soon, her fear became real, because as she walked, she found that there was a man following her far away. She had never met this man on the road before, and she was enveloped by an ominous premonition. She, she was going to find a chance to get rid of this man, but there was only a public toilet built on the side of the road in front of her.

There is an uncle who is in charge of cleaning in the public toilet. It seems that he has no other work to do, so that uncle will stay in the duty room outside the public toilet all year round.

She felt that as long as she entered the public toilet, the person following him would definitely stop following him when he saw the uncle, right?If she still wants to do something, she will find an opportunity to ask the uncle for help.

So the girl quickened her pace, and finally almost ran into the public toilet. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the tall man behind her, just like her, following her closely, even with a kind of malice that no longer concealed.

The girl entered the toilet and knocked on the door of the duty room, but no one responded.

She didn't expect that the uncle who had been on duty in the toilet would leave at this moment. The girl thought that the people who followed closely behind were very scared, so she had no choice but to enter the women's toilet.The cubicle in the women's toilet has a door lock, which is relatively safe. She thought she would just wait in the toilet for the uncle on duty to come back. She couldn't lure that man into her home.

After about a minute, there was no movement outside. The girl thought that the man following her had no guts to enter the women's toilet, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then she heard footsteps, and someone walked up to her cubicle, as if standing still. For a moment, then into the cubicle next to hers.

The girl really wanted to ask if the person next door was a girl, but then she thought, this place is so remote, would there really be a woman passing by at this time and walking in to use the toilet?
She pricked up her ears in horror and worry, quietly listening to the movement next door, locked herself next to the toilet, and huddled together to seek a sense of security.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and the person next door didn't come out, so the girl was even more sure that it must be the man following her. She didn't dare to make a sound, and only hoped that the man on duty would appear sooner. While fearing, she also felt A trace of curiosity, she wondered what the man next door was doing after waiting for so long?
It was this kind of curiosity that prompted her to slowly raise her head. Because of the barrier of the wooden board, people would instinctively look towards the unobstructed place, that is, the top of the wooden board. Although she still couldn't see anything, subconsciously There will still be actions.

The girl raised her head and suddenly saw a man's face.

I don't know how long that face has been on top of her on the board. The red eyes are staring at her directly, with a sick smile on her face, and she is familiar with this face.

It was the uncle on duty. The neckline stretched out by the uncle on duty was exactly the same as the man who was behind him just now.

At that time, Zhao Yijiu probably just understood what fear is. People who are too young lack the fear they should have for everything. Animals, when they are afraid of certain behaviors, or when they are afraid of unknown things like ghosts, is when they really start to protect themselves.

When Zhao Mou just learned about fear, he used this story as a bedtime story and told him every night.

Maybe he's too lazy to find new stories, so use repeated stories to perfuse him.

At that time, their family was fine, and his father was very relieved to hand over the younger Zhao Yijiu to his elder brother Zhao Mou to take care of him. Who would have known what nonsense Zhao Mou usually told Zhao Yijiu.

So Zhao Yijiu was very impressed with this story, so deep that even after experiencing many years of darkness and loneliness, and growing up to 25 years old after seeing the light again, he can almost vividly remember the way Zhao Mou told stories when he was a child.

The tone, plot and expression were all carved into his mind by a knife. Now facing the roar of the clown, the man who followed the little girl in the story, that is, the image of the uncle in the duty room, suddenly and Harlequin two in one.

He was in a trance for a moment, and the powerful clown took advantage of this gap to push him away explosively, and the knife was still steadily stabbing at Yu Xing with hatred.

Probably verbal taunts, for the perverted murderer who is mentally sensitive after going crazy, the power is far greater than the possible physical conflicts.

Once again, the blade stabbed in front of the face, and a trace of disgust flashed in Yu Xing's eyes. He was only physically weak, but his body and explosive power were stronger than this clown man. At this moment, he turned his head slightly, dodged the knife, and then He held the clown's wrist with his hand.

The five fingers exerted force, and Zhao Yijiu, who came back to his senses, only heard the shattering sound of the clown's wrist bones. The clown's eyes widened in disbelief, and it took a moment for him to react. Screams that shook the world and wept ghosts and gods.

The head in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, the clown was stunned, and immediately ignored his shattered wrist bone, dropped the knife, bent down and picked up the head like a baby, and then with a kind of The striker dribbled the ball into the posture, laughed wildly and knocked Yu Xing away, and ran towards the door of the toilet.

Compared with the previous stabs and attacks, the speed and reflexes of the clown man when he fled have obviously risen a big step, so much so that Yu Xing failed to stop him, but was rubbed when he was running away, half of his body was covered. Numb.

Zhao Yijiu was about to chase after him immediately, and Yu Xing smiled: "There's no need to chase, didn't you see? His body disappeared as soon as he got out of the toilet door. It seems that he only exists in the closed space of the toilet." .”

That is to say, he was indeed the human murderer in that timeline. Along with the corpse in the cubicle, he was left forever in the legend of evening self-study, becoming a horror story that cannot be escaped.

Normally, the flow of this event should be like this.

Someone found the body in the second-to-last compartment and screamed in panic. At this moment, there was a knocking sound in the last locked compartment, and the screamer was even more frightened.

Then the clown rushed out with the head of the dead body, attacked the finder with words to accelerate the fear, and then killed the finder with the knife in his hand, turning him into the same shape as the corpse in the penultimate compartment. This is the toilet The flow of the murder during the evening study time.

Corpse, murderer, madness, blade, these connected images are enough to form a weird legend that makes today's students dare not step into the toilet.

But just today, the clown murderer encountered Waterloo. The two people he met were crazier than him. One of them was as strong and cold as him, and the other crushed his bones. Not only that, He also taunted him verbally, denying his sense of ritual after the murder.

All devils!

So the clown ran out with the idea of ​​escaping. Of course, he may not know that he cannot "run" out. In his mind, there is only one timeline and one world.

The final effect is that the vicious perverted murderer escaped from the toilet in panic and disappeared, and even the corpse in the compartment disappeared like a bubble, and the toilet became normal again, as if nothing happened just now However, only two emotionally stable "students" were left looking at each other.

(End of this chapter)