Chapter 187 Violators

Chapter 188 Violators

In a dim gym in Shigeng Country.

The gym was dark at night, and the cold moonlight poured into the room through the window. Rows of neatly arranged fitness equipment reflected the unique cold luster of metal, and on these equipment, through the moonlight, you can clearly see dried dark blood stains everywhere.

Looking along the shape of the blood stains, the deeper into the gym, the denser the blood stains are, and it continues until the small room at the deepest part. The blood stains stop abruptly, but a strange rustling sound comes from behind the door, as if some leather cloth is being sewn, and in addition to these sounds, a girl's beautiful singing voice sounded from the room.

"Who killed the robin?"

"I, the swallow said,"

"With my bow and arrow,"

"I killed the robin."

Following the singing through the locked door, the first thing that caught my eye was a neat and clean operating table placed in the center of the room. Next to the operating table, a man dressed in a black tuxedo with a few black lines on his cheeks, who looked like a puppet, was standing with his hands bent over, busying himself on the operating table.

"Who saw him die?"

"I, the fly said,"

"With my little eyes,"

"I saw him die."

The beautiful voice spread again, but the man in puppet makeup had his lips tightly closed and did not make any sound. Listening carefully, it turned out that the singing came from the man's chest.

"Who took his blood?"

"I, the fish said,"

"With my little plate,"

"I took his blood."

Amid the accompaniment, the man finally stopped what he was doing. He stood up straight, retracted his hands in bloodstained rubber gloves, and turned his head stiffly, looking at the girl on the operating table.

"Who will make his funeral clothes?"

"I, the beetle said,"

"With my thread and needle,"

"I will make his funeral clothes."

The girl had a cute and lovely head, but from the head down, it was not a girl's soft and graceful body, but a muscular body of a strong man. At each joint of the body, there were traces of a circle of black fine thread sewing on the neck, upper limbs, thighs, etc.

"Who will dig his grave?"

"I, the owl said,"

"Use my hoe and shovel"

"I will dig his grave."

Looking at the girl below, the man's brows slowly frowned, he straightened his head again, and with a click, he raised his equally stiff hands, grabbed the girl's thick right leg and pulled it hard, the thin lines at the connection broke inch by inch, and the right leg was completely pulled off, revealing a flat and blood-red muscle cross-section.

"Who will preach for him?"

"I, the crow said,"

"Use my little book,"

"I will preach for him."

Raising the right leg in his hand high, facing the bright shadowless lamp above, the man looked up, and in the bright and even dazzling light, he carefully looked at the right leg, rubbing it from time to time, and finally found a small scar at the knee popliteal fossa. His eyebrows were erected, his eyes were wide open, and he looked very angry, but strangely, his lips were still tightly pursed.

"Who will record his history?"

"I, said Skylark,"

"If it's not in the dark,"

"I will record his history."

Under the shadowless lamp, the man raised his right leg high, then turned around and angrily slammed it down. His right leg hit the ground with a muffled sound and fell on his other sturdy left hand. Looking around, on the floor of this room, there were still a large number of broken limbs piled up densely, with thick arms and thighs crisscrossed, pale fingers and soles intertwined, and the largest torsos piled up layer by layer.

These limbs have several common features. They are all extremely strong limbs, without any blood seeping out, with slight flaws on the skin, and without any head...

"Who will hold the torch?"

"I, said Redbird,"

"I'll get it right away,"

"I'll hold the torch."

The man in puppet makeup dropped his right leg, and his chest rose and fell violently several times, as if he was trying to calm down. His beautiful singing voice also became sharp and low with the rise and fall of his chest. After a few breaths, the man calmed down and his singing became beautiful again. He turned to face the operating table, bent down and dragged out a huge black wooden box from under the table. The wooden box was opened, and it was filled with strong limbs.

"Who will be the chief priest?"

"I, the dove said,"

"I will be the chief priest,"

"Mourn for my love."

The sound of rummaging, body collision and singing rang out in the room. The man squatted beside the wooden box, pulled out the right legs one by one, and carefully stroked every inch of skin. From time to time, he would stand up and put the right leg on the girl on the operating table, comparing it up and down, but he always felt that it was not suitable, so he put it back. After going back and forth several times, he finally found the most suitable right leg, happily closed the wooden box, and stretched out his bloodstained hands to the operating table again.

"Who will carry the coffin?"

"I, the kite said."

"If there is no need to go through the night,"

"I will carry the coffin."

He first pulled out a silver needle from his left sleeve, and then pulled out a bunch of black and smooth girl's hair from his right sleeve, threaded the hair on the needle, bent down and began to slowly sew the skin, and the sound of the needle piercing the leather spread again.

"Who will close the coffin cover?"

"We, said Wren,"

"The couple together,"

"We will close the coffin cover."

After a long time, the man stopped moving his hands, straightened his waist, tilted his head and looked at the strange girl below, as if he was looking at his lover, his eyes bent down, his eyes were nostalgic and gentle, with pure love like a child.

"Who will sing the hymn?"

"I, the thrush said,"

"She sat on the bush,"

"I will sing the hymn...song...song..."

Suddenly, the expression on the man's face froze, and the singing in the air seemed to be stuck, and began to repeat "song...song". He slapped his chest with his palm angrily, making a bang bang sound like wood slapping, leaving a bloody palm print on his neat tailcoat, but the singing was still stuck.

After waiting for a few seconds, the man impatiently opened the clothes on his chest. The body below was not flesh and blood, but a hard brown wooden chest, and there was a black hole the size of a bowl where the heart should be. He stretched out his right hand and dug in the black hole, and took out a delicate and small music box.

Above the music box, there stood a wooden sculpture of a girl in a white dress holding a broken bird in her hand. At this time, it was no longer turning, and the singing was coming from the base of the wooden sculpture.

The man held the head of the wooden sculpture of the girl in his hands, turned it several times, and shook it a few times. The sculpture finally began to turn again, and the beautiful singing voice sounded again.

"Who will ring the death knell?"

"I, Niu said,"

"Because I can pull,"

"I will ring the death knell."

Listening to the singing, the man was delighted, stuffed the music box into his chest, and turned to look at the girl on the operating table.