In the darkness, there were three figures standing.

The same hairstyle, the same height, the same clothes - even the same body contours are annoying.

The high degree of similarity not only engulfs the slight differences in the facial features of the three men, but also affects the senses of the specific number of men, making it difficult to determine.

There are so many similar people in the world, and many people have seen twins and triplets. But these three are no longer within the realm of common sense, and even their individuality and vitality are regarded as useless, and the men excluded from their bodies are like virtual images of the infinite continuation of the queue in the maze of mirrors, dolls of uniform specifications on the production line.

Men are neither imaginary nor dolls, they are real flesh and blood. Breathing, eating, excreting, and acting - there are many human behaviors that should be in life, but they are slightly different from the [standard] human beings.

In addition to the eyes and noses, the men buried in their robes moved.

Take the same foot together, and the pace and pace are exactly the same as a prank. Occasionally turn your neck to observe the surrounding environment, which is also synchronous linkage, and there is no difference.

The three of them were like puppets controlled by the same thread, and their faces were expressionless as they searched every corner of the room with eyes carved into the night vision.

Heretician.

There is no one among the nations of mankind who does not know this name, and the most crying baby will obediently shut up when he hears it, belongs to these three people.

The previous name, independent personality, and thoughts were all abandoned when they underwent the reincarnation ceremony, and for the men who were determined to dedicate their whole body and soul to become Godhounds. Those are unnecessary clutter.

Live for what you believe, fight for what you believe, die for what you believe. Serving the Mother Goddess wholeheartedly, turning oneself into a mass of explosives, a storm of purge, burying a blasphemous traitor - this is the purge.

Therefore, this strange room does not make them feel anything.

The old apartment, which is difficult to see even in the moonlight, has long since lost its occupants. Under the hint of the operation system technique "Avoiding the Barrier", the homeless man and the inspector will not approach. It was here that "Jack the Ripper" carried out his work.

Usually the rooms of murderers under the influence of people are dung pits filled with blood and debris, and piled up with miserable corpses. It has absolutely nothing to do with the word hygiene. But "Jack" doesn't seem to be superficial in the popular image. The people's artist who looks for beautiful colors in his bowels and liver.

The room was well organized, as if the owner had just left. Separated by a wall of ruins of excrement and garbage, the room was only a little older, and in the middle of the room was a broken vase with flowers on the dining table where the broken leg was held in place with a rope.

Reduced to a field that inhabits ruins. The owner of the house, who still puts flowers in a desperate situation, is unexpectedly full of emotions and hope for life. It's also very emotional.

It's hard to imagine that such a person would kill children one after another. A homicidal maniac who dismembered corpses.

As you enter the inner room and observe "Jack's" workshop, people will have a deep and terrifying understanding and experience of his fanatical enthusiasm for work.

Although the same and the outside cleaned up. But there are some things that don't disappear lightly.

splashes on the wall, which appear brown stains after oxidation;

The stench that wafts in the air and does not want to volatilize, and even the nasal cavity and lung lobes have to be burned off;

yellowish-white attachments stuck in the crevices of the corners;

-- These traces that have not had time to be erased show that something terrible has happened here, and even the bravest people will choose to retreat temporarily because they feel unbearable.

The Purges continued on, their stench and the clattering of viscous liquids on the soles of their feet unable to slow them down.

Beautiful or ugly.

It doesn't smell like it's fragrant, it's smelly.

In their eyes, it is just a symbol, and they don't have any surprise or doubt about it, but they just carry out the God-given task and move forward.

The vulture, puppet-like cleanser stopped.

They found several new pairs of shoe prints, which should have been left not long ago.

In other words, someone came here first.

"Yo, Cleanser Uncles. ”

The room lit up with a faint glow, and a young girl greeted them lazily.

Long-sleeved V-necks, mini pleated skirts - sailor uniforms, which have recently become popular among girls' schools, have a white and lively face with a smile on their faces, and pink ponytails flicking on both sides of their heads.

No matter how you look at it, she is a young girl who is incompatible with the murder demon workshop, and said in an almost coquettish tone:

"'Jack' isn't here anymore, if you can, can you ask the uncles to turn around and leave like everyone else?"

The Cleanser did not reply, and continued walking towards her.

"Ahh......h Wow!Wow!Wow!

There was no reaction to the girl who suddenly transformed into a Wang Xingren to try to communicate, and the three of them took out two partially held rings from their respective arms in no second at a time, and then a white arc of light bloomed.

Warwheels.

It was a ring-shaped blade with a sharpened outer circle that could be used not only to parry swords, but also to slash opponents. In battle, it can also be thrown as needed. It is the standard weapon of the Church Assassins.

"Can't you even understand dog talk? This is troublesome, troublesome, troublesome!!

With her eyes closed and her head tilted back, the girl showed a slightly resentful expression of dissatisfaction because she was too troublesome.

"Purge. ”

Three people made a sound for the first time, one for three, three for one. There is no distinction between individuals and groups, and there is no hesitation and confusion, just like the death knell at a funeral.

At the same time, 6 war wheels turned rapidly to take the key points in all parts of the body, and 6 new war wheels were held in their hands, and they took the retreat from the time difference.

In an instant, the small space became a death row for the girl.

They have no grudges against the maiden, but "Jack" himself and all those involved must be erased before bringing something back to Emir - the task of being given divine will is what they are all about, so they don't think about anything more.

For example: Why can a girl in a dead place still laugh?

The loud thud of steel and the explosive hurricane pierced the rooftops and pierced the starry sky.

The excessive chanting, the desperate flash all came to an abrupt end under a single blow.

After a moment that ordinary people could not capture and comprehend with the naked eye, the cleaners were all sent flying and their bodies sunk into the wall. The two-ponytailed girl stood majestically in place, the silver light that repelled 12 murder weapons and 3 large men fell to her feet.

Forks and halberds.

The first impression that people get when they see the strange weapon in the girl's hand is that when the two weapons are kneaded together, they look like antlers with long handles.

"Oops...... I'd like to introduce the guy who eats, but I can't seem to hear it. ”

Unscrewing the three-knotted handle, folding it back and storing it, the girl shrugged her shoulders and played with her hair.

The men couldn't have answered her, they couldn't think of it, they couldn't do it.

Silently creeping into the room, thousands of leeches disguised as walls covered them tightly, sucking blood and bodily fluids until a moment of skin was left of the cleaners.

"Sister Douworm, can I go back?"

A naked girl poked out of the leeches with a look of anticipation.

"Tonight, there are 'Master Li Lin's Rebuke Collection' and 'Young Master Roland's Always Accepted Book' on sale, and people really want to go back early. ”

"No, we'll talk about it when we're done. ”

"It's too much ......"

The leech girl sneaked into the clone again, and the insect fell asleep with her eyes half-closed, and regained her calm. (To be continued......)

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