It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 135 Human Flesh and Stockings

The corridor was filled with the sound of chaotic banging on doors.

If it is accompanied by a voice like "Give me back my life", it would be a standard horror movie plot.

However, this monotonous sound is sometimes more terrifying than the human voice.

"It's quite lively."

Liu Zheng felt surrounded by sounds coming from all directions and raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't expect that a delivery boy like me would be welcomed so warmly. I am so touched."

He wiped his face with his tentacles, pretending to wipe away tears.

"Since everyone welcomes me so much, I can't help but give you face."

He lowered his tentacle and spoke loudly.

"Next, I will randomly select a lucky tenant and let him enjoy the fun of playing with the Tindalos Hound. It's free~"

Liu Zheng raised the teething stick and said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the corridor fell silent.

"What's going on? Why is there no sound?"

"It's so deserted, I guess you don't welcome me."

Liu Zheng sneered.

No one responded, not even Nightingale's door rang.

"I like to be lively. If you guys don't like to be lively, then I'll have to be lively myself."

"What do you think? If I summon a pack of Tindalos hounds, will there be enough tenants on this floor for them to play with?"

He raised his golden finger again, looking curious.

"Snapped!"

"Crack! Crack!"

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The knocking on the door immediately broke out again, even louder than before.

"That's right, it would be great if it were more lively. Such a depressing apartment needs to be more lively to have more people."

Liu Zheng said with satisfaction.

Then he walked to a door and looked at the number plate on it.

1299.

He turned the door handle, but it wouldn't turn.

"Bang bang bang!"

So he just broke down the door.

"Open the door and let me in."

Liu Zheng shouted.

"My husband is not at home. It's not convenient."

The knocking on the door stopped temporarily, and a female voice as thin as a mosquito answered.

"My husband isn't home, that's boring. Okay, keep knocking on the door."

He waved and walked towards another door.

1211.

"Open the door, open the door."

Liu Zheng continued to bang on the door.

"My wife is not at home either. Come next time."

A cowering male voice replied.

"Isn't that better? I can hear your voice, husband, and it still has the charm."

He smirked.

"what?"

"Listen, let me in. Otherwise I'll let the dogs out, and everything that happens will be your responsibility."

Liu Zheng threatened.

"No, please, let me go, I'm not pretty at all."

The man begged bitterly.

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

His tone was overbearing.

"Then come in."

The man's tone suddenly turned sinister.

With a click, the inner lock of the door was opened.

There was a crack in the door, and a dark red light shone through.

A flat figure was looming behind the door.

"Come in, come in."

The man said in a psychedelic voice.

The knocking on the doors in other rooms also stopped at this moment.

Liu Zheng's heart was filled with alarm.

What happened was beyond his expectation.

The intimidation that had been working smoothly seemed to have suddenly become ineffective.

There must be unspeakable horror hidden behind this door.

But the more this happened, the less he intended to give in.

If a person dies, a bird will look up to the sky, and he will not die for tens of thousands of years.

Since these weirdos want to play with him, he will play with them well.

"Okay, then I'll come in. I have a lot of stuff, I wonder if you can fit it all in."

Liu Zheng kicked the door open brazenly.

The dark red light suddenly surged, and a human-shaped cardboard floated in the air, stretching out its hands towards him, as if wanting to give him a hug.

"So enthusiastic, okay, okay, then we should give one a good hug."

Using his strong willpower to suppress his instinctive sense of danger that kept warning him, Liu Zheng hugged the cardboard man.

He wasn't lying, all four tentacles were holding something.

They were a teething stick, a golden finger, a Chaos Club membership card, and the express delivery slip that had been put into his pocket at some point.

The cardboard man trembled slightly, and a breeze blew it away, away from Liu Zheng's arms.

Liu Zheng could feel that it was afraid.

Although I don't know what it is afraid of, as long as it is afraid, then it will be easy to deal with.

"Don't be so shy, come on, give me a hug."

He lunged at the cardboard figure.

Another breeze blew by, and the cardboard man avoided his pounce.

"Okay, okay, if you don't want a hug, then I won't hug you. But can I just shake your hand?"

Liu Zheng stretched out all four tentacles.

The cardboard man saw four thick and long tentacles as if they were four poisonous snakes.

This time it didn't even need the wind to blow it, it just spread its legs and ran around the house.

"Where is the hawk catching the chick?"

After grabbing for a while, Liu Zheng became impatient and raised his tentacles and shouted.

"Don't fucking run away. If you keep running, I'll pull the strings. Everyone in this apartment building is living in vain."

The cardboard man stopped running. Instead, his strange flat eyeballs stared at him without saying a word.

"Take me to 1219." Liu Zheng shouted.

The cardboard figure trembled again, but did not move further.

It seems that it is still a little unwilling.

"Then you just wait to be mailed."

He suddenly pounced over, hugged the cardboard man, and tried to tear up the express delivery slip with his tentacles.

The flesh and blood that came into contact with the cardboard man was sucked away like metal touching a magnet. Liu Zheng's bones were constantly exposed and were supplemented by flesh and blood from other parts of the body. The white cardboard was dyed red and even had a little three-dimensional effect.

However, it was the cardboard figure that absorbed his flesh and blood that was desperately trying to break free.

It kicked Liu Zheng hard, separating the two.

The stuck flesh and blood kept being pulled apart, hanging in the air like rags, dripping blood.

"Hey, this would be great for frying hamburger patties."

Liu Zheng looked at his flesh being pulled into flocs and felt a little greedy.

After the cardboard figure finished peeing, it shook violently and its lower body stopped forward.

All the flesh and blood that was still stuck to Liu Zheng was shaken off and returned to his body.

The flesh and blood that had been absorbed was rapidly eroded by the wind, and the cardboard turned white again.

The cardboard man peeled off a piece of paper from his body, revealing swollen and wriggling blood vessels underneath.

It blew a breath, and the note flew towards Liu Zheng, who caught it in his hand.

Then, the cardboard man made a please gesture to Liu Zheng and pointed his finger at the door.

The meaning is very clear.

Uncle, please go away quickly!
Liu Zheng walked towards the door tactfully, and the moment he stepped out, he turned around and said to the cardboard man.

"Your house is nice. I'll come again next time."

"boom!"

The door slammed shut, nearly crushing his nose.

"Tsk, how rude."

Liu Zheng curled his lips and looked at the note.

Just as he was thinking about how to use it, the note flew up by itself and flew forward.

"It looks like a compass."

Liu Zheng followed the note and walked forward.

After walking for a few minutes, the note suddenly turned and landed at the door of a room on the right.

Room number, 1219.

He extended his tentacle and rang the doorbell.

We are all acquaintances, so there is no need to be so rude when knocking on the door.

Soon, the door was opened.

A strong wind caused Liu Zheng to squint his eyes slightly. In his limited vision, a huge floor-to-ceiling window that had been blown into pieces stood in front of him.

The nightingale was standing on the windowsill with his hands raised high, his body swaying.

It seemed that if only a leaf fell on her shoulder, it would break this delicate balance and turn this graceful body into a pile of rotten meat.

"Did you train yourself to be so fast just to look like this?"

Liu Zhengxu asked with his eyes fixed.

"puff!"

Nightingale couldn't help laughing, and her entire upper body leaned forward more than ten degrees.

Seeing this made his hands itch so much that he wanted to go up and help her.

"You humans are always so interesting, but even among humans, you are one of the most interesting ones."

She turned around and said.

Nightingale's face was now covered with traces of the explosion, even the golden hair on her forehead was burnt and curled.

If her backside made people want to commit a crime, her front side made them retreat.

Because I was afraid that the aftermath of the explosion would splash on me.

Fortunately, the clothes on the front of her were also blown into a mess, which saved some of her charm.

"But I just want to be a nobody, sneaking into the neighborhood to deliver food without the security guards noticing me."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

"Then you shouldn't be a delivery man, you should be a thief."

"Don't talk nonsense. I am a law-abiding citizen who strongly supports law enforcement officers."

He said righteously.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Law-Abiding Citizen, would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Nightingale asked with a smile.

"I want to drink Maojian."

Liu Zheng glanced at his phone.

“Is black tea the only option?”

"That's fine, add milk and three parts of sugar."

He said.

"Sorry, only tea bags."

"Then you're asking the wrong question."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"A sense of ritual. Isn't that what you humans value most?"

After making the tea, Nightingale moved the table to the side of the French window.

"You don't plan to throw me and the table down with me if the talk breaks down later, do you?"

Liu Zheng sat on the ground and asked vigilantly.

"Don't worry, I bought this table for the Ama. If anyone wants to throw it away, it will only be you."

Nightingale comforted.

"Well, then I feel relieved."

While he was replying randomly, he looked around the Ama's room.

Judging from the decoration and layout, the Ama's room is very Japanese style, and it is the room of wealthy female high school students in Japanese anime.

From this point of view, the psychological age of the Ama women is not very old.

No wonder he fell in love with Nightingale, a rich, second-generation, domineering lady.

"The unwashed clothes are in the storage box at the bottom. Do you want to go smell them? You can use them to refresh yourself."

"Don't worry, I won't tell the Ama."

"I highly recommend her black silk, the smell is definitely different from anything you've smelled before, very good."

Nightingale had an expression that said you know what I am doing.

They are all stockings, what’s the difference?

No, he has never smelled stockings.

This is too perverted, is there really anyone who can do such a thing?
No, no?
"Or do you want to smell mine?"

The nightingale suddenly understood.

"That's fine, I'll take it off for you now. But it's just been fried, so the flavor is a bit complicated, so you can use it if you want."

As she spoke, she was about to lift up her skirt.

"Okay, stop doing this useless stuff."

Liu Zheng watched her performance coldly.

"Just tell me, you are out of money?"

(End of this chapter)