imaginary field

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Johansen was not too surprised by such a request. He smiled knowingly and said to the man, "You know, this is a good thing."

He had to say that he had watched this video and satisfied his secret desires many times. What kind of feeling did that feel? After downloading such a video, he didn't even know it at all.

Didn't know others had watched it countless times.

Every time at this time, Johansen would always have some regrets, why he just touched the boy's butt lightly, "This thing is not cheap." Johansen repeatedly emphasized to the man, "You will like it, everyone will like it Yes, they would love such a stimulating scandal."

"Scandal? I don't think so." The man said slowly, carrying a suitcase, and slowly followed Johansen into his house. The era of accidentally exposing my own body parts interested in, you know, I can download pictures of some big stars on the Internet at any time... these hackers are really hateful, aren't they?" said the man, the expression on his face was not As if I really think those hackers are hateful.

Johansen knew these people, and they were like sharks smelling blood, pursuing the news. The other party was playing such a trick now, just to bargain him down.

He is used to such tricks, and he has a way of dealing with such people.

"But no one can vent these things on his phone." Johansen emphasized, "No one, unless he wants to show you, otherwise no one can find out his secrets."

"The public may be tired of such news, but prying into privacy is always human nature, especially this kind of candid video left over ten years ago, it will definitely be a blast, brother." Johansen repeatedly emphasized that he brought leading the man upstairs, ready to turn on his computer.

In order to prevent accidents, he backed up many copies of this video.

Of course, even if he got the money, he wouldn't delete his backups, and villains wouldn't be satisfied with just one extortion, for them there's only a difference between zero and an infinite number of times.

Johansen has discovered that this is not the era where people can be deceived casually. He always feels that he has been abandoned by the trend. After all, there are too many channels for young people to become famous. Some people even just need to talk nonsense on the Internet , can be sought after by others.

So he had to find something for himself that would bring him a steady stream of money, and he thought this video was pretty good.

He would not sell all the videos to this man, he decided to capture only one section, and he would divide the rest into several sections and sell them to others.

Johnson could even imagine the man who rejected him, waving a lot of money begging for himself... He felt that he could ask for hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

Johnson, who was immersed in his imagination, didn't notice that the man locked the door after entering. He even took out a small hammer from his pocket and stuffed it into his coat when Johnson didn't notice. sleeve.

The overcoat was expensive and well-fitting, and the thick fabric made the small hammer almost invisible. He followed Johnson and followed him up the stairs to the second floor.

Then he saw the space under the stairs, "Is this your secret room?" The man asked Johansen, who had a door under the wooden stairs, which looked like a storage room.

"Small space," Johansen said, "only for junk."

The man nodded. He didn't seem to have much interest in this storage room. He followed Johansen slowly upstairs and came to the room where the computer was placed.

Johansen went to turn on the computer and asked the man to open the suitcase before he could turn on the video.

The man had no intention of objecting. He opened the suitcase, showed Johansen the brand-new banknotes in the box, and then took out two or three stacks from it, "This is the deposit." Then he threw it to Johansen.

Johansen flipped through the banknotes quickly. The green banknotes exuded an attractive scent of paper ink. He stuffed the two stacks of cash into the pocket of his nightgown—but the pockets were too small, and the bundle of banknotes would disappear in a second. It fell to the ground.

Johansen hurriedly picked it up from the floor and put it on the table to his left. He turned on the computer and started playing the video to the man.

Because the video has been edited, only Chris's face and his lower body can be seen... Johansen admired it for a while, and while closing the video, he asked the man behind him, "By the way, your name What is it?"

"Carlton Bryan," the man said softly.

Johnson turned his head, with a smile on his face, "What do you think, Mr. Brian."

He looked at the black-haired man with a smile on his face, "I'm very satisfied." Suddenly the man's expression became distorted, becoming terrifying and hideous, "But look at the good things you did, you dog Damn bastard! You dared to take a sneak shot of him, and your eyes saw something you shouldn't have seen..."

He held Johansen by the neck, pressed him against the computer desktop, then took out the hammer in his sleeve and smashed it on the other's head.

After a few minutes, he stopped his movements, and then dragged Johansen's weak ankle expressionlessly, dragged the other's body, passed the corridor, and walked down the stairs, listening to the bang bang sound behind him , and finally came to the storage room.

He went to the kitchen and found a chopping knife, and a sewing needle and thread in a corner.

Then he used his own technique to switch the position of the opponent's feet and hands. This job was a bit complicated, and Carlton didn't do it very well, but he didn't think Johansen would mind.After he had done all this and got the opponent's hands and feet in the correct position, Carlton kicked Johansen's body into the storage room.

And when Carlton passed by the mirror and saw the man in the mirror, he suddenly started talking to himself, "You also see things you shouldn't see, you've defiled your god..."

His fingers wandered around his hazel eyeballs, "But not now..."

After speaking, he pressed one of his eyeballs hard.

The severe pain made Carlton's consciousness even a little blurred. After an unknown period of time, he gasped and looked at himself in the mirror...

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When Chris found that Johansen was going downstairs, he and Evan came to the stairs on the second floor. Because of the location, they couldn't see who Johansen was talking to, but they could see the black coat the other party was wearing, and carrying suitcase.

From the outside, Johansen seems to be a normal human being now, Chris thought, and when he found that Johansen was about to go upstairs, he and Evan immediately returned to the room in the corridor.

And when the door closed, the footsteps in the corridor sounded again, and Chris lay on the hole he had dug before, observing the scene in the corridor.

Because of the angle, he could only see Johansen leading a man into the room next to them.

"They're next door." Chris whispered to Evan standing behind him.

Evan immediately went to the wall connected to the next room, trying to hear something.

However, a few minutes later, they heard screams from the next room, which seemed to be Johansen's voice, and then the voice never appeared again.

"It's stuck."

The door next door opened suddenly, and Chris tried to get close to the hole, trying to see the scene in the corridor more clearly... However, he never saw the picture of the man in the black coat leaving.

And just when Chris realized where the man had gone, Chris was already in the hole and saw a red bloody eye...