East Ying Weird Creation

Chapter 271 Sakurako (Fifteen)
In a dark and damp room, a monster with two goat horns and sixteen spider legs stood behind the serial killer. The brutal abuse continued, and no one knew where its physical strength was at its limit.

The exporter's heart is full of hatred.After the hatred, there is a great sense of humiliation from a man to a woman, and then to hell.

He compared his situation at the moment with Andy Dufresne's situation in Shawshank Prison, thinking that the two are very similar—they are also in an insurmountable cage, they are also being targeted by a group of perverts, and they are also faced with being a prisoner. The unspeakable humiliation of a man.

They also never gave up the desire to survive and worked hard to put it into practice.

What is even more tragic than Andy is that the wretched man under the exit seems to have locked him with rules.He couldn't leave his back, not for a second.

In addition, there are many things that exporters can do.He is free to choose the position of suffering, as long as he can do it.

He can choose to accept the suffering in that corner of the room, all he needs to do is pull the ear of the bastard under him, and then point to where he wants to go, and the wretched man will walk over with his back.

There is plenty of water and food in the room. It is the kind of extremely dry moldy bread and water with a bad smell. It is probably to prevent the warblers from dying of hunger and thirst.

In fact, the exporter believes that most of the Yingques who are forced to come here are more eager to die cleanly, or even if it is a little painful, death is fine.

For this reason, the warblers never voluntarily eat, but the hostess of the guest house hired a group of vicious thugs, who were covered with vine-like tentacles, and could roll moldy bread and stuff it down the throats of the warblers.They would also stick their tentacles into the sparrow's stomach, and then pour rancid water down the tentacles, making them disgusting.

How outrageous this is, there is no such thing as feeding livestock.

At the exit, I can often hear the sound of Yingque in the next room gagging in pain after being stuffed with moldy bread.

Sometimes, out of empathy for the same victim, he would take the initiative to talk to Yingque next door, only to learn that the other person's name was Uraji Saburo, and he was transformed from a man into a woman by the shadow of a fish just like himself , killed several seemingly innocent women like himself.

One of the women killed by Saburo Uragi was named Chiharu Ishizaki.That case was so famous that even the exporter had been a melon eater.

Even, in a sense, that case inspired the inspiration of the exporter.Repeatedly reading the news reports on the Chiharu case and watching the impact materials on the corpse at the scene, the goosebumps of satisfaction kept appearing all over the mouth.Later, the exporter embarked on the path of a serial murderer, and that case "has contributed a lot."

"I regret it," Uraji Saburo told the exit more than once, "I have to blame for this fate!"

"Asshole, never regret it."

The exit was so angry that he couldn't argue, wishing to slap him awake:

"The most noble person in this world is the murderer. The more noble than the murderer is the artist who turns killing into an art. What would that be? A serial killing artist, yes, just like you and me. Serial killing An artist will never regret that day! You are the guy who took me on this road, your faith must not collapse! I will never allow it!"

Uraji Saburo didn't answer, and there was a long and painful moan from the other side of the room.

The exporter wanted to continue to enlighten him, but was gagged...

In addition to water and food, there is also a thick black book in the room.

When the two monsters took over the direct gap, the exporter once raced to open the book, and was disappointed to find that it turned out to be a trial book recording the crimes he had committed, which almost completely restored the time, frequency and cruelty of his crimes. The means, and the inner thoughts of each crime.

"Does this mean that I want to repent for what I have done? It is a dream!"

The exporter thought so.

There is also a jukebox in the room, which is prepared for the monsters who enter the room, with the purpose of brewing a better atmosphere of suffering.Very few monster races have this requirement, so the jukebox is dusty most of the time.

It was only in the third month after he came to the hell hostel that he noticed the jukebox. After being tortured by a monster with barbs all over his body, he felt desperate as to why he couldn't just die. Flicked the switch on the jukebox and opened up a new world.

He found "The Marriage of Figaro" played by Andy in the Shawshank Prison in the playlist of the jukebox, and almost without thinking, he turned the volume of the jukebox to the highest and accepted the music in the soft music of "The Wedding". The cruel flogging of monsters, living in endless darkness, gave birth to hope for light in my heart.

Whenever "Wedding" sounds, the warblers of the Hell Guest House will come to the door of the room by coincidence—the wooden door is made into a fence, and they can poke their heads out of the gap in the fence to have a look at each other look like.

Most of the Yingques here are "big shots" who have insulted Naya in the unspoken way. Most of them know each other. Recognizing each other amidst howling and remorse, they blamed and complained to each other.

"Kuriyama Rian!" Someone recognized the instigator of all this, "It's you!"

"The bastard deserves double the torture!"

"Knocked by a thousand knives!"

As a result, cursing and complaining all over the aisle hit the president of the satisfied office that no longer existed, and Lian Kuriyama shrank his head back in fright.

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"This bunch of incompetent, useless wretches who only complain!"

The exporter is different from them, he is planning an escape.For this reason, he never stopped observing the wretched man under him.

He noticed that the other party's eyes often turned to a wardrobe in the corner of the room.Not long ago, he had asked Uraji Saburo next door, and other neighboring Yingques, and none of their rooms had similar wardrobes, not any cabinets at all.

According to the analysis of the exit, the wardrobe should be related to the weird rules of the wretched man.

Judging from the fact that the wretched man has been observing the scene of the suffering of the exit from the mirror, this guy mostly completes the rules by voyeurism. Could it be... In fact, he prefers to hide in the cabinet to watch?
So, the exit crocodile began to think of ways to induce the other party to peek into the closet, so that he would have to get himself off his back.

The exporter has paid a lot of patience for this, and the area around the closet has become a place where he often suffers.Sometimes, he even opened the closet and poked his body inside, just to let the other party find the feeling of peeping in a dark and narrow space...

All this is not in vain, and now the exporter feels that he is getting closer and closer to success, and he can more and more feel the very strong desire to sneak into the closet and peep in the eyes of the wretched man.

Perhaps, success is just around the corner!
As soon as this idea came up in the head of the exit, in an instant, he found that the wretched man had really disappeared.

There was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, he disappeared into this room that left him with endless painful memories...

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