The Monster I Was Redeemed

Follow the stairs to the office on the second floor.

Ai Liang directly used the power of his mind to pry open the door.

The office is an ordinary office, and you can see everything at a glance.

Ai Liang opened the file cabinet according to the message of Thousand Faces, and there was only one file bag inside.

After carefully making sure that there were no traps on it, Ai Liang opened the bag and pulled out the A4 paper, which brought out a few photos.

Ai Liang indifferently floated the photos in a row and looked at them one by one.

Gradually, his fists became tighter and tighter, and the tears in his eye sockets seemed to turn into gasoline at this moment, and the picture on the photo was the spark that ignited the gasoline.

Six group photos, six lives, there are men and women, the oldest is in his forties, and the youngest is only nine years old.

He picked up the A4 paper again, with the words left to him by the Thousand Faces.

'Hermit, when I got this file, I should be dead. It doesn't matter whether I was killed by you or I committed suicide, I don't plan to use this body any more. ’

'The back of this piece of paper details how the six people died, don't worry, listen to me, this is not what I did. ’

'Since the last time we met in the mall, I noticed that you are different from before. You used to be so decisive, but now you are like a tiger with claws and fangs pulled out. To be honest, I am very disappointed. . ’

'You seem to have changed back to an intelligence dealer named Hermit, not the cutthroat madman who made the black zone feel fearful. Is it because these five years of silence made you degenerate? ’

‘But it’s okay, I will help you grow. ’

'It was the guy with the mask who killed these six people, and he is the little gift I gave you. ’

‘Don’t think about letting the law punish him, he will only be sentenced to death in the open, and then privately handed over to the Countermeasures Bureau for custody as a test for research masks. ’

'The research doesn't hurt them, and apart from losing his freedom, he can live very comfortably on Prison Island. ’

'If they behave well and even make some small demands, who makes them commit crimes only by being 'bewitched' by the people with thousands of faces. ’

‘Choose, are you going to let the Countermeasures Bureau take him away as a hermit and live the rest of your life without food and clothing, or as a cutthroat to let him experience the pain he once inflicted on his victims? ’

'Of course, again, I support whatever choice you make. ’

The last sentence seems ironic.

Ai Liang kneaded the A4 paper into a ball.

He closed his eyes as if he was back ten years ago, back to the day when he first committed murder.

Negative emotions are constantly churning in my heart, and now this emotion is three-part anger, three-part sympathy, and four-part violence that wants to vent.

"You win, Man of Thousand Faces."

Ai Liang opened her cold eyes, and her voice was as cold as a ghostly ghost: "Don't let me meet you again."

Xu Zhihai had no information about the Thousand Faces at all in his brain, as if all the information about him was cleared at the moment he died and left.

The man who controls Xu Zhihai is like a ray of spirituality in Xianxia's novel, which does not contain any information and is just a fixed program.

Otherwise, Ai Liang would not be incompetent and furious here, and would have destroyed him mentally long ago.

Putting away the photos and paper balls, Ai Liang slowly went downstairs.

The masked man who was lying on the ground with a corpse disappeared, and the crying face mask disappeared with him.

Ai Liang was not in a hurry, and in his perception, he did not go far.

Outside the warehouse, the masked man put on the crying face mask again and was sitting in the driver's seat of the van.

He found the keys of the van from the bodies of the five people.

With the start of the engine, his eyes revealed joy.

I can finally escape from there!

"Ahem...the warehouse is full of monsters,

Even Mr. Thousand Faces is planted...cough. "The masked man coughed up blood as he spoke.

He can still move now thanks to the blessing of the crying face mask, as long as he takes off the mask, he will become half dead again.

"That's fine, as soon as Mr. Thousand Faces dies, I can use the power of the mask as I want, and no one can restrain me or control me! Hahahahahahaha..." The masked man thought while coughing blood. with a bright future.

"The mask stores almost all the knowledge and skills that human beings can learn. I can take up any profession with the mask, and I will become a genius!"

The more the masked man thought about it, the more excited he became. He waved his arms excitedly, but unexpectedly, the internal injury was affected, and he twitched in pain.

Then the car crashed into an unfinished construction site like a ghost hit a wall.

The masked man climbed out of the car with great difficulty, and this collision made his already seriously injured body even worse.

"Cough cough... Damn unlucky, this kind of injury will take several days to fully recover with the strength of the mask..." The masked man stood up staggeringly.

"Forget it, go to the nearby residential building to find a random family. Anyway, this is a development zone, and no one cares at all."

"Where are you going?"

An extremely cold voice came from behind.

The masked man was instantly frightened.

"Don't worry, I'll take you to a good place."

When the masked man turned his head, the apostle mentioned by Mr. Thousand Faces was standing behind him.

And the steel bars floated beside him, seeing such a strange scene of the masked man's hair standing on end.

With his butt, he knew that the visitor was not good, so he rolled and crawled towards the gate of the construction site.

shhhhh!

A steel bar ran straight through his right leg.

“啊啊！！！！！”面具男捂着伤口痛苦的大叫，更加诡异的是，伤口在一点点扩大却没有流血，传来的只有撕心裂肺的痛楚。

"Don't worry, I used telekinesis to stop the bleeding for you. Don't worry that you will die due to excessive blood loss."

As soon as Ai Liang waved his hand, the steel bar pulled away from the masked man's right leg, causing his entire leg muscles to twitch non-stop.

"No, no, please...let me go..."

The masked man hugged his right leg and begged bitterly. The snot and tears on his face were mixed into one and flowed down.

"At that time, the seventeen-year-old boy should have begged you like this, did you let him go?"

Ai Liang was unmoved. As soon as he thought about it, the masked man's thumb nail was lifted, revealing the tender flesh underneath.

"Ah! Ah!!!"

The masked man rolled around like crazy on the ground, as if this would disperse some pain.

"Don't you like to play hunter games, run, I'll let you go as long as you run out of the gate." Ai Liang whispered in the masked man's ear like a demon.

The masked man wanted to stand up, but because of the wound on his right leg, he couldn't walk upright at all. He suddenly remembered that he had also tortured and killed the boy who was admired by his classmates.

Within two seconds of the memory, the pain overwhelmed his reason, and the desire to survive prompted him to scramble to the gate of the construction site.

The distance that usually takes ten seconds to reach is so out of reach at this time.

"5"

Ai Liang suddenly began to count down.

"4"

The masked man didn't care about the pain in his thumb, and quickly crawled towards the door with both hands.

"3, 2, 1...Unfortunately, you failed."

The two blue iron doors closed under the desperate gaze of the masked man.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning, and the suffering of five people is waiting for you."

The masked man turned his head to look at Ai Liang, and behind him seemed to be six crippled souls, all of whom were showing horrifying smiles to him together.

"do not come!!!"

The masked man jumped to the door with all his strength, and slammed the thin iron door with both hands. He tried to make a sound to attract people around him to rescue him from the devil's hands.

"Don't waste your time, I've blocked all sounds."

Ai Liang approached the masked man step by step, the 1.8 meter tall man curled up beside the iron door like a frightened mouse.

He found that no matter how hard his hands slammed on the iron door, he couldn't make any sound, as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the contact between his palms and the iron door.

The masked man struggled frantically, but his severely injured body could not exert any strength at all.

Ai Liang dragged his left foot like a dead dog, and whispered what he said when he killed the first time ten years ago: "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye..."

The masked man's hands were already torn, and his fingers tried to clasp the ground, but he could only leave ten bloodstains on the rough concrete ground. Ai Liang dragged ten red lines slowly toward the dark, unfinished building.

"You bastard, you don't deserve a decent death..."

When the masked man was about to sink into the darkness, he made the last scream in his life.

"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!!"