The crowd at the pool became excited again, chatting in small groups, enjoying beer, cakes, seafood, and dancing to the loud music. The atmosphere was fiery, as if the previous farce had never happened.
As for Rust, who was taken away, and the few Transparents who left quietly afterwards.
No one cares.
Bob Lowe nodded.
Who would be stupid enough to offend an heir to a billionaire family for some trash?
This is how Las Vegas works.
Bob pushed open the glass door and walked into the unusually quiet villa.
Follow the stairs to the bathroom on the third floor and stand in front of the mirror.
Squeeze out the disinfectant, hold up cold water, and scrub your cheeks vigorously. The force is so strong that it seems like the skin on your face is being rubbed off. The gloomy face in the mirror even starts to turn red and hot.
But it still couldn't wash away the shame and anger in his heart.
His eyes narrowed into slits, and he turned around and took a deep look at the plastic bucket beside the bath. The firelight was brewing and flashing in his eyes.
After the party.
He thought again of those days when he had taken a terrible step.
That guilty pleasure.
It still gives him endless aftertaste.
He wanted to keep going.
"It's time to pick your next target."
He lowered his head and murmured.
…
"Choose what?!"
The air suddenly stopped!
A voice came from behind Bob, and the cold breath made goosebumps appear on his neck.
"you--"
The exclamation was swallowed back in his throat.
A strong arm pressed the back of Bob's head and pushed him hard into the mirror in front of him!
boom!
The glass mirror shattered and cracked into a spider web-like pattern.
Sharp shards of glass cut Bob's forehead. Blood seeped out, staining his hair, cheeks, and the afterimage in the mirror red.
"Don't resist, don't scream. If I shake my hand, you will see Satan!"
One hand hugged his waist tightly, with surprising strength.
The other hand held a gleaming kitchen knife, and it was pressed against the aorta in Bob's neck. The pressure was so hard that the tip of the knife penetrated the skin, easily creating a terrifying gash that could be fatal.
Bob's head was dizzy and he felt the coolness on his neck, not daring to move at all.
"Don't get excited, man." In the mirror, a hideous Asian face was reflected next to Bob's head after taking off the mask.
Dean, the first bastard who made him lose face in front of everyone.
That deviant idiot!
Bob's pupils contracted, and for a moment, his eyes were bloodshot and furious, and he couldn't help but want to threaten and scold the other party bloody.
But his reason made him swallow everything back into his stomach, and he closed his mouth in humiliation.
This guy dared to sneak into the villa alone with a knife. He is definitely a madman and must not be provoked.
"If you have any requests, just ask and I will try my best to satisfy you."
Bob's bloody and embarrassed face forced out a flattering smile,
"I am much more valuable alive than dead!"
"Bob Lowe..." Dean's eyes did not waver at all, and his tone was as cold as talking to a corpse. Then, he asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.
"Where did you take Mona?"
"Mona?"
The man's pupils flickered and he said in confusion,
"Why do you ask that? Do you have any misunderstanding about me?"
Poof!
The blade opened a shallow bloody opening.
Blood dripped down, drawing a bloody path against Bob's chest.
"ah!"
Bob whined.
"On the night of April 19, you drove the Ferrari BOL 620502, which was blue not long ago, outside the Barca Disco in the South District, secretly following Mona."
breathe…
"You shamefully attacked and kidnapped her! You put the posters she brought with her into your private screening room! You still treat me like a fool and make up stories for me?!"
Dean used force on his hand and moved the tip of the knife slowly against Bob's skin, as if he was deciding where to cut.
"Mona, I remembered. I met her that night. She was working in my movie theater, and I said hello to her, but that was all. I didn't know where she was at all!" Bob hurriedly defended. .
Dean stared straight at his side face,
"You don't know Mona's whereabouts? Then why should I keep you alive? I will kill you with one blow now!"
"Don't mess around, Dean, don't act impulsively and embark on a path of no return. I really don't know."
"You have told me many times in the past that I have no parents and no worries. If I kill you, I will become a fugitive at worst! Even if Mona's disappearance has nothing to do with you, based on the insults you have inflicted on me in the past."
Dean's cold words were like the roar of hungry ghosts in hell,
"I will kill you now for revenge, you deserve to die!"
How can there be such unreasonable people in the world?
The features on Bob's embarrassed face were extremely distorted, and a humiliating hiss came from his throat.
This is the second time, my dignity has been trampled on by this bastard.
However, he was still unable to resist.
Bob sighed dejectedly,
"Okay, I admit, I kidnapped Mona."
"Where is she!"
"She is not in this villa, otherwise how could I dare to invite so many acquaintances to the party." Bob said forcefully, "I arranged for her to be in an unattended suburban house. If no one is there within a few days, If you go to see her, she will die of thirst!”
"Unless my safety is guaranteed, you will never know her whereabouts."
boom!
Dean once again grabbed the short hair on the back of his head and smashed his head crazily into the mirror in front of him.
Once, twice, three times!
Shocking blood stains slid down the broken mirror into the sink like a waterfall.
Dean grabbed Bob's back from behind and slammed him to the ground twice using wrestling techniques.
Beat him to pieces.
Dean grabbed him by the neck, dragged him up, and stabbed the kitchen knife into Bob's thigh.
His face was twisted in pain, but his mouth was covered and he couldn't even cry out.
In fact, even if he shouted for help, the deafening music in the party would drown everything out.
When Dean finished venting his anger.
With stars in his eyes and pain all over his body, Bob felt like a swarm of bees had been stuffed into his head, buzzing non-stop.
His neck was placed on the edge of the sink, like a death row prisoner being strapped to the guillotine.
He completely surrendered.
"You win! Madman, bandage me to stop the bleeding first! Take me to the escape tunnel next to me and go downstairs. No one will find us. Then I will drive you to the suburbs to meet Mona."
…
In the corridor, deafening music floated from the window.
Dean held the knife to the back of Bob's neck and followed him limping toward the stairs.
A crude bandage was tied to Bob's thigh, which barely stopped the bleeding.
"Why Mona? Several of your ex-girlfriends are prettier and have better figures than her."
Dean asked through gritted teeth.
"She is different." Bob lowered his head, his face gloomy. "She has a unique temperament. Her smile is sunny and contagious, and it always makes everyone feel happy."
"Whether you believe it or not, I kidnapped her because I just wanted to find the secret to her happiness. For a rich person like me, I'm happy to do this."
"I guarantee that she is safe now, well fed and clothed, and has not been harmed in any way."
"Pray, pray that what you tell is the truth, otherwise I will make you understand what life is worse than death!"
Dean's eyes flashed coldly, and countless tortures he had seen flashed through his mind.
"Save your strength, am I still a threat to you as a loser?" Bob said pitifully.
The cold night wind blew through the long and narrow corridor, and the two passed by the fire box.
boom!
Fireworks suddenly exploded outside the window.
boom!
Streams of colorful light soared into the sky, and brilliant fireworks tore through the night sky.
Above the swimming pool, strong light illuminates the night into day.
Dean's eyes stung when he was close to the window, and tears burst out from his eyes.
Bob, who was leaning against the wall, took the opportunity to reach into the back of the fire box.
When he took back his left hand, a dark pistol that reflected the metallic luster suddenly appeared in his hand.
He grasped the handle of the gun with his left hand, pulled the trigger with his index finger, and aimed at the person close to him——
Dean regained his sight and saw the black muzzle of the gun.
clatter!
Poof!
The bullet fired and the sharp blade penetrated the flesh.
Both happen at the same time.
The two figures made slight contact and immediately separated.
Bob was knocked away by a huge force and hit the wall on his side. A bloody sharp knife was stuck in his right arm and he collapsed on the ground.
But he still held the pistol tightly and pulled the trigger a second time!
boom!
But he was seriously injured. The hand holding the gun trembled, he lost his aim, and the bullet hit the air.
Dean rolled to the ground in embarrassment, leaving a few drops of blood, knocked open the door, and dodged into the nearest private screening room in embarrassment.
He pushed the single sofa and slid it to the TV in one breath.
Hiding behind the couch.
Panting in fear.
His left arm, scratched by the bullet, felt a burning pain.
He stretched out his hand and touched it, and it was bright red.
"You bastard, you actually hid a gun in the corridor!"
This is a gun.
In his past life, this was the first time that Dean was injured by a firearm, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.
He has been driven to a dead end.
What should we do now?
Use the sofa as a shield to rush out and fight, but can this thing stop it?
…
In an instant, the situation was reversed.
Bob roared like he was venting his anger outside the house.
"Haha, why did you suddenly turn into a turtle? Wasn't it crazy just now?"
"Despicable chink, I will tear you into pieces! I will torture you ten times and a hundred times!"
Bob's glass-disfigured face is twisted with malevolence and pathology.
He was covered in bruises, his breathing was extremely obvious, and every breath required all his strength.
But he didn't call for help. He wanted to seize the opportunity and legally kill the thug who invaded the private villa.
Get rid of Dean once and for all.
Otherwise, as long as this lunatic lives one more day.
He has trouble sleeping and eating!
Bob stretched his left hand in a straight line, and with a standard gun-holding posture, he came to the door and aimed at the darkness not far away.
The private screening room has no windows to the outside world.
There was no escape for Dean.
But it was dark inside, big and wide, and Bob, who had limited legs and feet, was not going to rush in and risk his life.
"So you're lying? Where did you get Mona?"
A cold and trembling voice came from the room. The extreme tension was like waiting for the verdict of fate.
Bob felt a sense of revenge.
"Idiot, do you want to know where Mona went? I will tell you the answer mercifully now!"
Bob shouted playfully at the door, like a hunter enjoying the hunting process,
He wanted to provoke this lunatic and make him jump out.
"Guess what the blue plastic bucket in the bathroom is for? Hint 1, chemistry class."
A video recorder was thrown into the darkness, but it only hit the air.
Bob's ears caught the suppressed beast-like roar in the room, and he smiled heartily,
"Idiot, you haven't guessed such an obvious clue? Hint 2...the video tape numbered 001 in the locker on the right. Did you read it when you checked it secretly? Do you still remember the name of the video tape?"
The dark room fell into complete silence.
"Congratulations, you guessed it right!" Bob grinned crazily, with blood foam flying and a crazy look on his face. "The answer is "The Incredible Melting Man"!"
plastic barrel?
Melting people?
The air seemed to be sucked out in an instant.
In the intense suffocation, Dean sat down slumped in the darkness.
"But now I realize that the knowledge in books is not necessarily correct. Only through practice can I get the exact answer. It took me a whole week to successfully make the woman's clothes, hat, skin, flesh, bones, and her That disgusting and cheap smile barely turned into scum!”
"The whole process was fun."
"And guess what?"
"I flushed that pile of dirty stuff that polluted the environment into the sewer!"
"Haha, I completely fulfilled Mona's dream - the girl who lives in the sewers finally merged with the sewers and lived with cockroaches and rats forever!"
"Haha, am I a good person, Dean? After I kill you, I melt you and flush you into the sewer, so that you can reunite with your girlfriend. How about that?"
"Should you come out to thank me and kowtow to me according to your rules?"
Bob's perverted laughter came closer and farther away.
Dean's eyes suddenly turned black, and a bitter-sweet taste surged out of his mouth. His heart was torn apart, and he felt a sharp pain like the displacement of his internal organs, which made him almost faint.
Why be so cruel?
Why? !
Despair was like a flood that burst a dam and washed him away.
All efforts are in vain.
Suddenly, the system shook.
The progress bar jumped directly from 85% to full.
A bright red text emerged——
You learned the true whereabouts of Mona - she was melted into slag by Bob Lowe using chemical raw materials. There is no trace of her in the world, and you can never find her again.
The investigation progress is 100%.
Rewards are waiting to be withdrawn.
"Why, you poor ghosts, bastards, street children without parents, and sewer freaks are so happy every day. You are laughing in front of me, laughing...it makes me sick to laugh!"
"And we, the real owners of Las Vegas, are not truly understood, have nowhere to display our talents, and are often depressed, uncomfortable, and painful?"
Bob's roar echoed over the pounding music.
"Tell me why?"
"Say it, loser! Come out, coward! At this point, you are still hiding, not daring to avenge your lovely girlfriend?!"
clatter--
Bob casually fired a shot into the darkness, but it only hit the air. He took out a spare magazine from under the fire box and replaced it.
Dean stared silently at the rewards in the system.
Withdraw rewards.
You have gained 60 experience points - personal level lv0 (90/100)
You gained the gratitude of your predecessor, Dean Lu,
Superpower - Shadow of the Past lv0:
Now, do you feel the same way?
Ridicule and humiliation!
Torture, pain!
Lost, angry!
A weak, mutated soul.
Hibernating in the past, the body mourns day and night because of the loss of the one she loved.
It wanders between nothingness and reality, searching for answers in confusion and darkness, constantly torturing the spirit and body of you, the successor.
Finally, you helped it dispel the fog and haze, and revealed the cruel truth.
Under the witness of the system.
From now on, it will be controlled by you and driven by you!
Now, release it, let the shadow of yesterday reappear, let it absorb your spirit, and kill the enemy with your hands!
…
That guy from the past was always with me? !
Come on out then, Dean!
Come out!
A shadow of the past!
Dean glared angrily, facing the dark void and the enemy in front of him, and breathed out all the breath in his chest in one breath!
In response.
A figure as deep as night and as dark as ink flew out of his body angrily!
…
Bob Low, who was guarding the door, suddenly felt a gloomy strong wind coming from the darkness.
It was as if a pair of eyes full of hatred were watching him from hell, making the hair on his body stand up and his skin and flesh torn open!
Be very alert!
Bob kept pulling the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
The bullet that came out of the barrel hit the empty darkness ahead, and then, an extremely unnatural scene appeared in the narrow corridor——
There were two crisp sounds, and the two warheads that hit the air strangely exhausted their firepower and fell to the ground.
"Fxxk! Who's there?!"
"What the hell?!"
"who?!"
Bob's face changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away.
boom!
An invisible force cut his throat, and Bob suffered severe pain like suffocation, and was thrown backward by the force.
boom!
Bob's back hit the wall. The wall cracked and dust filled the air, and he slid down as if he had lost all his bones.
Pain racked every cell.
But the ordeal was far from over.
Clicking, clicking, cracking sounds——
Bob's wrists and ankles suddenly and strangely bent in opposite directions, and the skin tore, revealing hairy, pale and bright red bone stubbles!
In the blink of an eye he was crippled.
Ahhhhh!
"God!"
"Invisible devil!"
"devil!"
"God, get rid of it!"
Bob's miserable wails and calls for help were masked by the passionate disco outside the window.
That invisible force still doesn't give up.
He took out the sharp knife on his right arm.
The uncontrolled, gleaming blade circled in the corridor in mid-air.
fall!
Puff puff...
Aiming at Bob's body, he stabbed continuously, and the sharp blade rose and fell like a flapping bat.
The chandelier in the corridor swayed in the wind, and the paralyzed black shadow on the wall was shaking like an epileptic fit. The screams and howls were annihilated in the surging music of the party, and the spurting blood outlined a trace like splashing ink.
…
Ta-ta-ta--
Dean walked out of the darkness with a poster under his left arm.
The light fell on his pale and tired face, half of it seemed to be burning with fire, and the other half was covered with frost.
He picked up Colt from the ground.
The strange force received the order, let go of the almost human-shaped man in the pool of bright red blood, and stopped torturing him.
It turned into a strong wind.
"Bob Lowe!"
Dean's bloodshot eyes stared intently at the fragile, embarrassed, and painful demon and pervert in front of him. He squatted down and swung the handle of his gun to hit him hard.
The bridge of his nose was broken, his eyeballs were exploded, and Boblow was wailing like an animal that had been butchered alive.
Until the face was almost smashed into a ball of meat, Dean raised the bloody muzzle and pointed it at his head, unable to hold on any longer.
"Help...spare me..."
Bob squeezed out a pleading from the slits between his bruised eyes, but only heard a cold verdict.
"You are unpardonable!"
"Go to hell!"
boom!
Gunshots roared, and Bob's head exploded with watermelon-like red water splashing everywhere.
A reminder flashed before Dean's eyes.
You killed Bob Lowe with a Colt M1911A1.
Gain proficiency level 10
You have activated the skill—Shooting lv0 (10/100)…
…
Dean took a deep breath and retracted his wrist that was deflected by the recoil.
Turning around, right next to Bob's dead body, a pure black figure crouched quietly.
Dotted lines of electric arcs danced across his body, and he was as ethereal as the clouds and mist on the horizon.
Dean looked at his face.
Eyes facing each other.
The cold moonlight shines through the corridor window, illuminating two faces with identical facial features, like twin brothers.
But one face is fresh and lively, while the other is dark and foggy, with a dull expression and empty eyes, like a puppet that has lost its soul.
But Dean felt a fleeting relief and gratitude from his dark and empty eyes——
A hoarse and dull voice sounded in Dean's head:
I am the shadow of yesterday.
from now on.
Will be your right hand.
Follow your instructions.
"It's all over."
Dean wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. In response to his order, the influence of the past swept up several bullet casings and warheads in conspicuous places on the ground like a gust of wind. It also wiped away the fingerprints on the bloody kitchen knife and stuffed it into Bob's hand. In one's own hands.
"Shadow of the Past" used Bob's blood to write two misleading and inexplicable letters - NR - next to his body. The body was also placed in a weird posture of kneeling towards the letters.
It's like some kind of religious ceremony.
As long as it can slightly confuse the COPs' subsequent investigation, Dean's actions will not be in vain.
"Let's go, man... let's take Mona and go home together."
"Shadows of the Past" return to Dean's body.
Feeling a strong sense of weakness, Dean held the poster under his arm and resolutely rushed into the darkness of the corridor.
