I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

The dog-leg scimitar was brought in from Smith. Although Scoff has never received professional military training, to put it bluntly, he has never even killed a chicken before. But holding the scimitar in his hand, Scoff felt his whole body was full of strength.

Even with corpses dangling in front of him, Scoff felt fearless.

With a roar, he raised his scimitar and rushed towards the man in black. The man in black also raised his hammer and greeted him silently.

The man in black swung his hammer first, and Skoff dodged sideways, slashing fiercely at the man in black's stomach. The extremely sharp blade easily cut a long wound on the black-clothed man's abdomen, and blood and internal organs immediately slid out.

If it is an ordinary person who has been stabbed like this, it is no exaggeration to say that if he does not go to the emergency room for five minutes, he will definitely see the young lady in black...or it may be the black and white impermanence sticking out his tongue.

However, Scoff remembered very clearly that this man in black was not an ordinary person, but a pervert who had his head smashed and could still stand up. So after a hit, he turned around and slashed at the black-clothed man's back without hesitation.

There was a muffled "Puff!", and the scimitar stabbed obliquely at the back of the man in black from top to bottom, almost tore off one arm of the man in black.

This time, Scoff couldn't dodge, and the spurted blood directly hit his face.

Today's black-clothed man doesn't look as good as yesterday, he was stabbed twice and still hasn't turned around. Not to mention counterattacking, Scoff saw him staggering all over his body, and suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, throwing the hammer in his hand aside.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with the man in black, but when the opportunity never came again, Schauer casually wiped his face, stared ferociously, and mercilessly swung his knife at the black man who was half kneeling in front of him. The man in clothes chopped off his neck.

Beheading is not as easy as everyone imagined, otherwise the ancient executioners all had big arms and round waists, because a thin person may not be able to chop open a person's neck bone.

Scoff is definitely not a strong man, and what he has in his hand is just a sharp machete, not a beheading knife. So Scoff's knife only cut half of it.

Scarlet blood sprayed out from the neck, Schauf pulled out the knife vigorously, but was shocked to find that the scimitar was stuck.

In the rain of blood flying all over the sky, the entire carriage was splashed red, and even Scoff himself became a blood man. The pungent smell and the horrific scene made Scoff's eyeballs turn red.

Experienced people know that when people are under extreme emotions, whether they are in great sorrow or joy, or in great anger or pain, they will lose the ability to think and will only act according to instinct.

For example, Scoff is now in this state, the handle of the knife is soaked in blood, it is slippery, and he can't hold it at all, but he still only draws the knife desperately,

I didn't even think about letting go to get other weapons.

Skoff didn't notice that the corpses hanging in the carriage were all staring at Skoff with dead fish eyes without the slightest emotion. The blood splashed onto the bluish-white corpse seemed to be absorbed by the corpse as if water had fallen onto the surface of the sea.

"Kill him, kill him quickly, kill him quickly..."

A burst of strange whispers loomed in Schauf's ears.

Scoff stared, seeing the knife being pulled out, he simply fell back and forth, wanting to saw off the head of the man in black with the knife.

With the back and forth frustrating of the blade, more blood spurted out, and the amount of blood was obviously beyond the range of normal people, but Schauf obviously entered a state of losing his sanity, and didn't notice this problem at all.

"...the heart, the heart is the key...cut open his stomach, split his chest..."

The whispers grew faster and louder.

The speed of Scoff's hands also became faster and faster, and the expression on his face was only a stiff and strange smile.

The wheels rolled and the carriage swayed from side to side. Scoff's head was shaking from side to side at the same frequency as those corpses.

"La la la... ten children went swimming, one came back nine... nine children went hunting, one went into the forest and came back eight...eight children went to chop trees, one came back with an ax seven... la la la... "

The weird nursery rhyme hummed softly from Skoff, and translucent figures emerged beside him, those figures stretched out their pale arms, and slowly put them on Skoff's shoulders.

With a muffled "dong", the head of the man in black fell to the ground.

"In the end, the children went to play, and ten of them came home in the middle of the night...haha, success, success..."

Scoff smiled stiffly, raised the scimitar high, pushed the headless body of the man in black to the ground, and then aimed at his chest and stabbed it hard.

"God, Scoff, what are you doing?"

A familiar female voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Scoff trembled all over, and slowly looked up, only to see his girlfriend, Maya, looking at him in horror.

"Maya?"

Scoff, covered in blood, laughed in surprise, just about to stand up and walk towards Maya. Maya backed away in horror, waving her hands frantically: "Don't come over, do you know what you were doing just now?"

"Him?" Scoff pointed at the corpse on the ground, and smiled disdainfully, "Honey, this is the guy who killed people on the subway. But don't worry, I've already killed him, and we're safe now."

"He killed someone?" Maya said with an unbelievable expression on her face, "He was sitting opposite him all the time. You stood up suddenly, pulled out the knife and stabbed him. Have you forgotten?"

Maya's words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly blasting above Scoff's head. His whole body was trembling slightly, and he looked around in a little panic.

All the rusty carriages and hanging corpses disappeared.

I was in an ordinary subway car, illuminated by the bright lights, I was holding an ordinary fruit knife in my hand, and a completely unfamiliar corpse was lying under my feet.

"No, it's impossible, you were kidnapped by them, I came here with those two big brothers..."

"What are you talking about, Scoff, it's just the two of us tonight, haven't I been by your side all the time? To celebrate your personal photography exhibition, it's finally successfully held."

Scoff clutched his head and squatted on the ground in pain, scenes of strange memories suddenly flashed in his mind.

... In the subway station, the female student escaped from the entanglement of the three drunk boys and escaped into the carriage, which resulted in her not taking the bloody and dark photos she wanted. In anger, he walked out of the car, raised his camera and smashed it on the girl's head...

...In the carriage, I looked at the three men in the opposite carriage through the glass of the car. One of the men in uniform wanted to rush over to lock the car door, but unfortunately he was a step too late and pushed the car door and walked in...

In the splash of blood, everyone fell into their own hands...

Scoff stared blankly at his hands: "Could it be... Could it be that I killed everyone?"

Maya approached carefully, and whispered: "Honey, you may be too tired from taking pictures. Let's go to the hospital, believe me, the doctor will definitely heal you."

As she said that, she reached out to grab the fruit knife that was thrown on the ground by Scoff.

But just when Maya's fingers were about to touch the knife, Scoff suddenly grabbed her hand, then picked up the knife, raised his head with a ferocious smile, "Sorry, dear, but I want to be the most beautiful woman in the world." Famous photographer, so…”

Under Maya's terrified eyes, Scoff stabbed fiercely.

***

"Papa..."

Standing in the dark, the train conductor gently slapped his hands and said with a smile: "The first one, it's done!"

Behind him stood the man in black, seemingly unharmed.