Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"Mr. Delming, is there still something wrong with the door lock?"

"I can fix it. Please believe me. That's what I do. Handy Andy is here." A middle-aged man with a beard wearing a labor insurance suit walked out of the house of No. 4c resident.

He stood at the door and pleaded again to the masked man wearing an old green jacket.

"No need!"

"Just make sure it's really a lock." The masked man, known as Mr. Delming, closed the door of his house as he spoke.

"Okay then! As you wish."

"Anyway, this is my job." Andy, the locksmith, silently faced the closed old blue iron door and once again emphasized his professionalism.

Looking at the cold iron door with no response, Andy could only helplessly turn around and walk towards the street.

It wasn't until he walked about five hundred meters that he stopped.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He did not open the lock on the wall of Delming's house, which made him feel that his professionalism had been frustrated.

Although he didn't understand why there was a lock on the wall.

"No, I can't leave like this, otherwise the news about 'Smart Andy''s failure may spread throughout the backstreets tomorrow."

"At that time, I will become Andy, the failed locksmith. Some other Jacky Jack or Martiny will surely appear to replace me, and no one will ask me to pick the lock again!"

The more Andy thought about it, the more something was wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more panic he felt.

Even if no one actually cares about a locksmith, under the economic depression, he will never allow this possibility to happen.

Andy immediately turned around and walked towards Delming's residence No. 4c again.

Wu Heng, who was hiding in the distance, saw the locksmith who was about to return. He instantly appeared behind the locksmith and used his nightmare power to scratch the tool bag that the locksmith was carrying.

The tools in the bag clattered to the floor.

"Oh, damn profiteers, selling inferior products, this bag broke after just two years of use!" Andy cursed as he bent down to pick it up.

"Sir, are you okay?"

With a gentle voice, a figure bent down and helped him pick up the tools.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that the tool bag is missing. Thank you for your help."

Andy installed the tools, used iron wire to penetrate the damaged area several times, tied it up, thanked Wu Heng, and rushed to No. 4c again.

Wu Heng glanced at the locksmith silently, turned and left, keeping a further distance.

He had already taken the opportunity to install a button-type pinhole camera on the opponent's shoulder.

In this day and age, not many people know about this kind of thing.

If the locksmith regarded the incident of "turning around and breaking the bag" as ominous and planned not to go there again, Wu Heng would not stop him, but he would still choose to go. This was his own fate, but Wu Heng would not stop him.

With a distance of one kilometer, Wu Heng took out the display screen and observed the movement from the locksmith's perspective.

Andy came to Delming's door again and knocked on the door.

Delming opened the door fiercely and asked impatiently: "What else do you want?"

"Mr. Delming, are you still studying that lock? Leave it to me. After all, I also do this for a living. I am a professional!" Andy emphasized: "The title of Handy Andy, but Backstreet recognized.”

"I said, I don't need it!" Delming was about to get angry, but suddenly he listened carefully and said to the air on the right: "Okay, I understand, don't worry!"

"Mr. Delming, are you talking to me?"

Andy asked with some confusion when he heard the other party's inconsistent words.

But I was guessing in my heart that Delming might have a mental problem because he had been unemployed for half a year!

"Nothing, since you want to try to unlock this lock, then go ahead and try!"

"I'm going to the basement to do some work, don't bother me anymore."

After Delming finished speaking, he turned around and left, heading for the door of the basement. He looked back at Andy deeply, and then entered.

Then there was a slight locking sound.

"Now the title of 'Skilled Hand' can be kept!" At this time, Andy only had this thought in his heart.

He came to Delmin's bedroom,

The faded quilt was randomly folded on the bed, and there was a pile of old, unwashed clothes piled in the corner. There was a smell of feet permeating the room.

But Andy didn't care;

He came to the wall directly opposite the bed. At a height of one meter, there was a keyhole shaped like a plugboard.

This kind of lock means that the key cannot be opened at all.

At least three keys must be used together.

Doing three things at once is a test of his skills.

In the basement on the other side,

Delmin followed the mysterious voice deep in his heart and entered here again. The basement is full of his masterpieces.

On the blood-stained leather chair, there was a wrapped blanket, and the skeleton of a baby was exposed in the blanket.

The baby skeleton still had a pacifier in its mouth.

The tiger-skin-colored plush blanket had spilled oil stains, and the fluff was stuck together, turning oily yellow and shiny, even shiny to black.

On the walls on both sides,

It was covered with shaved human bones, and a large number of ribs were stacked like building blocks to form the shape of wings.

Human skulls are connected together by ropes, like a string of wind chimes.

There was an old-fashioned TV set against the wall opposite the door, which was constantly playing information about the murderer.

In the earthen pot next to it, there is also a piece of jaw with teeth boiling, which is his nutritional soup.

"Experts speculate that the corpse-dismembering mania is moving to the center of New York"

"Shut up, what a bullshit expert!" When Delming heard the news, he angrily picked up a rib and hit it on the TV screen like a boomerang.

The screen made a 'boom' sound, emitting a burst of white light, accompanied by electric sparks, and completely lost its sound.

Del Ming couldn't help but feel angry. It was clear that he was responsible for those murders, but these experts blamed it on an innocent murderer. This was simply a denial of the fruits of his labor.

Those are all masterpieces he showed to the world.

"And you, are you going to let me down too?"

"Why haven't you communicated with me yet?"

Delmin picked up a wooden picture frame on the dirty wooden table.

There is no photo in the photo frame, but a woman's face. The entire face has been stretched out and tightly nailed to the photo frame, and her original appearance cannot be seen at all.

"Sister Lidya, please reply to me. They have all replied to me, so why don't you reply to me?"

Delming kissed his cheek lightly, but never got a response.

He suddenly cried bitterly and shed tears. Then he knelt in front of the large string of skulls like wind chimes and prayed:

"Please, tell me how to make the most perfect masterpiece."

"How can I get my sister to pay attention to me!"

"I have collected so many, please tell me how to do it." Delming was talking, but suddenly turned his head and looked fiercely at the string of skulls on the wall on the other side, and said angrily: "Be quiet over there!"

"It's so annoying that you guys are arguing, I can't even hear you!"

Then he turned to scold the baby's skeleton on the wooden chair: "Stop crying, you're still crying even though you're dead. It's so annoying!"

Then he pleaded to the picture frame again.

"Please sister, even just a whisper!"

In a daze, Delming finally heard the faint voice from Face: "Let me get out of this damn place!"

Although the voice sounded like a man's, it didn't sound like Sister Lydia at all, but whatever, Delming didn't care anymore.

"What should I do? I've done it a lot before."

Delmin listened carefully.

"Isn't it enough? What part is missing? Okay, I understand, I'll get it right now."

He immediately walked to the paint vat nearby, opened the lid, and a strong fishy smell hit his nostrils.

There were piles of broken corpses inside.

Delming shook the entire paint bucket from side to side, and moved it step by step to the position of the ribs and wings.

The head, arms, ribs, internal organs, thighs and other pieces of human tissue were assembled on the wall in order.

Each piece is fixed with iron nails, regardless of whether it belongs to the same person's body.

In the end, a badly damaged human body shape was pieced together and hung on the wall.

Bone wings composed of countless ribs spread out on the back of the human body, like extended wings.

"It's almost there. It's almost there. Where do you want this 'piece' to be placed?" Delming was half-kneeling on the ground, raising his head piously, holding a piece of skin in his hand, and asked the pieced-together body.

Wu Heng, who was observing outside, watched the environment of the other party's bedroom through the locksmith's camera, and finally noticed what the unusual smell was.

The lock on the wall turned out to be a temporary door.

And behind the door is the curser, but not just a curser.

There is another breath beside it, which is the cold and painful breath exclusive to Leviathan Hell.

Wu Heng was 90% certain that it was a monk from hell.

He guessed wrong!

This curser did not escape from hell, but actually stayed with the hell monks. They were watching Delmin's performance at the same time, and they were also waiting for the locksmith to show off his skills.

"Hey, buddy, do you want to get high?"

Just as Wu Heng was sitting on the ruined rocks by the roadside, drinking an ice-cold Coke bought from a convenience store and observing the movement in room 4c,

An open-top dilapidated eight-hand car passed by and then reversed back again.

The only skinny white guy in the car looked around. When he saw no one was around, he got out of the car and sneaked up to Wu Heng and asked in a low voice.

"No."

"I just got some good stuff from the hospital. It's high quality and cheap. One pill only costs $5. Don't you feel bored here?"

The young man didn't want to give up, so he took out a small plastic bag containing five or six pills and showed it.

"No, but do you want to make some extra money?"

Wu Heng glanced at the young man. He could see at a glance that the young man did not insert the key when he was driving, indicating that the car was stolen.

"A book was taken away and placed in his house. If you can bring it back." As Wu Heng spoke, he took out a stack of 50 U.S. dollars from his pocket, which looked like two or three thousand dollars. .

"His house is right in front. Bring that book. These are all yours, and I can sell them to you for thousands of pills." Wu Heng took out five of them, which was $250, and handed them to the young man.

"What do you mean?" The skinny boy subconsciously took it.

"Deposit, even if it doesn't work out, the money will be given to you first, even if you just take the money and leave now."

Wu Heng shook the remaining banknotes in his hand, causing the young man's eyes to sway up and down.

"Okay, I'll do it. What kind of book is it? Just tell me the name."

The skinny boy happily checked the authenticity of the dollar and confirmed that it was genuine. He also compared Wu Heng's figure with his and determined that he was someone he couldn't beat. He immediately changed his attitude to that of an Aman.

"This is a photo of the book. The book is on the table in the study. There is a repairman working in his bedroom. Don't disturb him."

"Come here as soon as you get the book, and then exchange it for this stack of dollars. It's that simple."

Wu Heng handed the photo to the other party and said at the same time.

"Don't worry, buddy, you have found the right person. I am a professional with skills that have been passed down for three generations!" The young man raised his thumb and pointed at himself, confidently saying.

Compared to stealing illegal drugs from the hospital and taking the director's car, this matter is nothing.

Following the direction Wu Heng was pointing, the young man looked at his watch, smiled easily, picked up a bunch of keys and threw them to Wu Heng: "Keep an eye on my car for me. I promise to get it done within fifteen minutes."

After saying that, he trotted to No. 4c.

Wu Heng took the keys and looked at them. There were no car keys on the bunch of keys. They were clearly some household keys. They were probably not his own keys, so he got them from somewhere.

In fact, the young man felt that he had received a deposit, so in order to reassure Wu Heng, he wanted to pledge something to Wu Heng.

But I didn’t want to give anything of real value, so I just took it out casually.

Wu Heng watched the young man leave and continued to monitor the video. The locksmith was still studying the lock on the wall. He used a strong flashlight to shine into the keyhole.

It was found that there were strange and mysterious symbols in it, which seemed to contain some looming hint.

"These inexplicable marks, one within the other, are so mysterious." Andy, the locksmith, murmured as if he was possessed.

He has fallen into a conflict between wanting to refuse and letting go. He feels that there may be danger inside, but the strong curiosity rising up is constantly urging him to open the lock quickly.

This lock must be opened! must!

"This lock is a fatal lock!"

Andy racked his brains and aimed his eyes at the keyhole, studying these rings.

He wanted to realize the secret immediately, but the frustration of never being able to find the true meaning only fueled his desire.

"Hey, have you met my brother?"

A voice interrupted Andy's research. His red eyes suddenly stared in the direction of the door. It was a skinny young man holding a book in his hand, flipping through it and asking him questions.

"Your brother? Is he Mr. Delming?"

"He went to the basement and locked himself in. I don't know what he was studying. If there is nothing else, I will continue to unlock the door. Don't disturb me."

Andy couldn't wait to reply and continued to study the mysterious lock.

"Okay, I'll leave first. Don't tell my brother that I've been here." The skinny guy waved his hand, took the book and walked out of the room openly.

Of course, he was not Delming's younger brother. He just noticed that there was no one else in the room except the repairman. In line with the principle of boldness among skilled people, he deliberately showed off his presence.

This reminded him of the glorious past when he and his father pretended to be a moving company and moved out other people's rooms openly. It was such a warm memory, but it was a pity that his father was old.

Fourteen minutes later,

The young man had already run back to Wu Heng's position and threw the book to Wu Heng casually, with an expression of ease.

"Awesome, it only lasts fourteen minutes. This is the reward I promised you."

Wu Heng chuckled, praised, and handed the stack of banknotes and the bunch of useless keys to the young man.

"I wonder if you have any talent for painting."

"You should have read this book. To be honest, that guy bought this book before me, which made my trip in vain, so I want to humiliate him."

Wu Heng took out a wad of banknotes again, still containing three to four thousand US dollars.

"If you know how to draw, I would like you to draw the pattern in this book under the carpet in his living room."

"When he is looking for a book and turns over the carpet, you can use this pattern to taunt him."

After the young man got the money, he was already satisfied. When he heard Wu Heng's request again and saw the new reward, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Ha, buddy, what you said is so suitable for my taste."

"Don't worry, my painting talent is definitely at a certain level, I'll take this job!"

When the thin white boy heard this, he immediately became excited. He was deeply influenced by American movies and always wanted to be a famous thief.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have deliberately shown off my presence just now.

Now Wu Heng has given him another way to show off his presence, which makes him excited. He already regrets why he didn't think of it just now. He is willing to do this even if he doesn't get paid.

Not to mention the generous rewards.

Being able to do what you like and making money at the same time, life is like this, it’s hard to be too happy!

As for painting, he once studied it specifically because he wanted to draw a template for a US dollar bill. Although he failed in the end, he also accumulated some skills.

The little twists and turns in this book are nothing difficult.

Wu Heng first took a picture of the dissolving formation, then handed it to the young man along with a bag of salt, and also handed the banknotes directly to him.

"This time, the reward will be given to you in advance, I believe in you."

"Brother, you are a good person. Don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter."

The young man left with a mission again.

Wu Hengze looked at the surveillance camera and flipped through the books. There seemed to be a lot of content in it, but in fact, most of it was about explanations of the dissolution formation, and there were also some untrue stories.

Old Otto felt that the original version had too many dissolving array symbols and were too dense, which would easily cause damage when printed, so he deleted some of them.

As for the Luther runes on the outside, they haven't changed much.

This is why Wu Heng could feel that it had some effect at that time.

But you still have to try the actual effect of the original version. Here, there is a target that can be tested.

Ever since he suspected that there was a door in room 4c and there might be a hell monk behind it, Wu Heng had never entered that room, nor had he used his ability to influence the locksmith or the young man.

But use transaction method.

It is to prevent one's own energy from leaving a residue and causing oneself to be exposed.

As long as he can use money to achieve the same purpose as ability control, he doesn't have a strong desire to express himself, and he must show off his means no matter what.