Photography and the Girl

In the dimly lit basement, covered with limbs.

The damaged camera lens was left lying on the edge, with several neuron-like wire structures still hanging from its base, indicating that it had been torn off by brute force.

The wire killer, photographer [Lotus], who has murdered dozens of commenters and possesses a massive physique of two meters tall, lies on the ground with his limbs severed and hanging in the basement like his victims.

Blood spread outwards from his body in a concentric circle.

Dense and abundant.

Because the camera-like structures in the right brain were damaged prematurely, nothing that happened here was recorded and no one knows about it.

His exceptional physical abilities allowed this wire killer to still have a sliver of life left.

With his only remaining left eye, he gazed at the masked "comrade" before him.

He had expected it to be a close, evenly matched battle of wits, and had even fantasized about how to use killing techniques and wires in the fight.

However, in the actual encounter, he was completely defeated in less than fifteen minutes.

His so-called killing techniques were completely useless against the person in front of him.

His opponent was superior to him in terms of physical fitness, reaction speed, and killing power.

Most importantly, his prized "steel wire," which was also the strongest killing technique the corner had given him, was completely ineffective against his opponent.

The opponent's left arm seemed capable of creating metal structures far exceeding the capabilities of steel wire.

"You..."

Just as the bleeding mouth was about to speak, swish! The butcher's knife sliced off his entire jaw and tongue.

Luo Di's eyes were filled with disgust and resolute determination.

A hand also reached into the brain through the broken jaw and pulled out the pituitary gland.

This is a delicate pituitary gland with a mirror-like surface and internal blood vessels resembling steel wires. Corresponding to the characteristics of photography, and being a mature pituitary gland, it is highly valuable.

Luo Di thought that such a unique Murderer's Pituitary Gland might have other uses.

Luo Di did not release his fear or ingest pituitary glands as he did the first time in the park.

This time it was pure physical killing, the execution of evildoers, the denial of inferior beings, without replenishing his own pituitary gland.

This action caused the Metal Spine on my back to twitch with delight.

When the spine tries to send a message to the True Hell, the signal is blocked by the gray tendrils that run through the cervical vertebrae.

Gently pinch the pituitary gland in the palm of your left hand.

[Tool Construction]

A more refined and simpler miniature Iron Maiden was constructed to properly store and preserve this pituitary gland.

Luo Di didn't linger at all, not even glancing at the corpse before turning and leaving the basement filled with malice and slaughter.

Back in my rented room, I finished replying to the post.

Looking at the completion notification and the 180 Fear Beans he had collected, Luo Di didn't rush to open the shop to start shopping like he had last time. Instead, he got up and went to the bathroom.

He rinsed his body with cold water, trying to relieve the burning sensation inside his body and make the red veins covering his eyes fade away.

His fingers twitched slightly during the process.

"This... is so awesome..."

It's a completely different feeling from the exhilarating experience of defeating a monster on a resort island after giving it your all.

This wasn't some kind of brutal, desperate battle; it was a killer experience activity.

He personally visited the apartment where the serial killer lived, watched the murder videos, and became a victim for a time while fully immersed in the experience, eventually luring the killer to the basement.

This heinous murderer, whose entire being is etched with evil, was executed on the spot, crushed with absolute dominance and superiority.

This sense of participation gave Luo Di immense self-satisfaction, while also satisfying his bloodlust, making him feel one step closer to becoming a "murderer."

Most importantly, the feeling of peeling off this malignant tumor is quite satisfying, like using tweezers to remove a huge blackhead buried deep in the skin.

"We can't be so willful next time; let's focus on pituitary growth."

Shower finished.

As Luo Di walked back to his bedroom wearing only a pair of shorts, he suddenly noticed a detail. His jacket, which was hanging on the hanger, seemed to have subtle wrinkles, as if it had been touched.

but,

It wasn't because outsiders had come to the house, but for another reason.

Luo Di quickly took out the miniature Iron Maiden from his pocket, retrieved the torture device to reveal his pituitary gland, and slowly approached the button camera at the collar.

really,

A magnetic attraction is generated between the two.

The closer they are, the greater the traction; the two seem to be highly compatible.

Luo Di did not stop the process, releasing his fingers and letting the pituitary gland adhere to it.

The moment the pituitary gland touches the button, it immediately grows fine, cable-like structures that completely envelop the entire button.

Moreover, this wire-like cable structure continues to extend throughout the entire coat.

The whole process took about half an hour.

A leather trench coat identical to the one worn by the apartment killer was revealed.

A brand new "Corner-transforming item" has thus been created.

Compared to the original coat, it was thicker and more imposing, and also exuded a murderous aura.

It was quite different from the investigator's coat.

This kind of coat is more suitable for Luo Di, who needs to hide his identity now, and also for Luo Di, who needs to play the role of a murderer, or rather, it is more suitable for [D].

"Not just the cameras, have even the clothes changed?"

Luo Di quickly put on his coat. Having just taken a shower, he wasn't wearing any clothes, leaving the coat directly in contact with his skin.

really,

The moment of contact,

The Pseudo-Human consciousness residing within, which had not yet completely dissipated, attempted to invade the body, with fine cables and wires trying to pierce through the skin and invade Luo Di's brain.

The next second,

With a flash of gray,

All the cables and wires were retracted into the clothing, making the entire outfit extremely "docile," and the remaining consciousness was almost instantly wiped out by the gray fear.

As Luo Di carefully examined the coat, his eyes gradually widened.

"This is really good stuff!!"

This Corner-transforming item not only amplifies the killer's aura, but also allows cables to be connected to the optic nerve, giving Luo Di's eyes the [camera] property.

It's even more convenient than the previous button camera.

The most perverted thing is,

As Luo Di subjectively activated the visual recording and finished recording the bedroom in front of him, various data cables with different interfaces sprouted from the pockets of his clothes, allowing him to upload the recording to different electronic devices.

Even Luo Di couldn't help but give a thumbs up to this feature.

"Coming to Moon City was definitely the right decision..."

Half an hour ago, around the time Luo Di had just returned home.

Across the street from the Abandoned Apartment,

A fat leg covered in pink stockings appeared under the streetlight, walking across the street in a pair of white shoes that were stretched to their limit, and entering the apartment building where the smell of blood was already permeating the air.

Push open the door,

Following the taste,

Go up the stairs to the basement.

Stepping on the still-warm but somewhat viscous blood,

Looking at the photographer's corpse, which had been slashed into a human stick and whose jaw was completely shattered.

"Lotus...the guy who got fired, to die in a place like this~what a piece of trash."

The fat leg lifted up and slammed down, crushing the corpse even further.

"However, the lingering scent here, the scent of slaughter, is incredibly strong! This is something a piece of trash like Lotus could never possess. Fantastic, fantastic!"

Her plump thighs danced gracefully amidst the viscous blood, lost in a near-frenzied pleasure.

Perhaps it was too late, perhaps she was too excited, or perhaps she had planned to do this all along.

After a strange dance,

The "Girl" fell asleep directly in the thick pool of blood, and it felt as if her greasy hands were still cradling a person, a sculpture formed from blood and resembling a killer.

Zooming the camera out of the apartment, strange noises could be heard coming from the basement.