Chapter 800 It’s Broken, the Pervert Treats Me as One of His Own! (Please Subscribe, Please Vote)

This is Jones's main task. He needs to return the three lost items to the owner in order to obtain useful information.

He must not say it directly when he enters the door, otherwise the purpose will be too obvious and the natives will also be suspicious.

And the three lost items are hidden on them. They have never dared to take them out, just to observe whether they were dropped by this native.

Because rule 2 is clearly written, it mentions [Don't send them to the wrong place].

For example, now, the middle-aged man may not be hostile to them.

If he takes out something that is not his, and this thing happens to be the thing he hates the most, then isn't it exciting?

So Jones will not take out the things before he is sure.

This is also what the team has discussed along the way.

Jones's words are to further confirm whether the lost items have anything to do with the middle-aged man.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man replied: "I haven't been to that place. I would like to go and see it if I have a chance. You are from there, right?"

This answer made Jones even more strange. Could it be that he made a wrong judgment and this is not the room he is looking for?

After all, there are many rooms here, and the one you find may not be the right one.

Thinking of this, Jones was ready to find an excuse to leave.

But the middle-aged man suddenly changed the subject, looked at Jones with a burning gaze, and said, "Why do you carry an axe and a saw on your body as a doctor?"

Jones smiled awkwardly and replied, "Sometimes I use it when I do surgery."

This answer is very far-fetched, who would use these two things for surgery.

For some reason, Jones felt that he was used to carrying these two things on his back, so he didn't take them off.

From another perspective, this can also be regarded as a kind of "deterrent".

Let those who see him not underestimate him.

Just like what the mentally ill security guard said, Jones was wearing a white coat, carrying a sharpened axe and saw, and there was a hint of blood. Who wouldn't be afraid of him like this?

Jones felt that the next process might be that the middle-aged man wanted him to leave, after all, he was also a "dangerous person".

But who would have thought that when the middle-aged man heard Jones's thoughts, he asked curiously: "What have you chopped with these two props?"

Jones answered mysteriously: "People."

He just wanted to scare the middle-aged man and tell him not to have any ideas about him.

As a result, they talked about something else.

The middle-aged man actually started to ask Jones, as a doctor, how long does it take you to chop off a head, and how much strength does it take to saw off a person's arm.

Jones thought, you want to scare me? Do you really think I don't know?

After all, Jones has worked in an abandoned mental hospital twice, so he still has some experience.

He can answer the middle-aged man's "academic exchanges".

At this time, except Jones, everyone felt something was wrong.

It was about time, and just when Jones was about to get up and leave, he heard a "thump", and the two teammates fell to the ground and fell unconscious for some reason.

Jones was scared, because the middle-aged man had a strange expression, and the whole room began to become weird.

Instinctively, Jones was about to touch the "weapon" on his body, but the middle-aged man grabbed Jones's hand and made Jones unable to move.

The breath of death continued to spread on Jones' body, making him heartbroken!

At this time, Jones finally realized that he was inexplicably hit.

He was still careless. He should have brought the mentally ill security guard in earlier.

It was too late to regret now. Even the mentally ill fighter fell to the ground.

How could he, an ordinary Chosen One, fight against this powerful middle-aged man.

Jones was a little unwilling. It seemed that I was going to die here.

It was rare to team up with Zhang Tianshi, but I didn't expect such an ending.

It would be great if Zhang Tianshi was around. Alas, I can't always rely on Zhang Tianshi.

It's just that after I die, I have to trouble Zhang Tianshi to help me complete the task.

When the time comes, Zhang Tianshi will come to kill you to avenge me!

Humph, when you see Zhang Tianshi, you will know what the Chosen One is!

The next second, Jones' eyes began to review his life like a revolving lantern.

His first half of life was very bad. He finally turned over in the world of ghost stories, but he didn't expect that he would die in the place that made him successful.

If he became weird, would Zhang Tianshi be able to kill him?

Yes, many expert groups have guessed that the Chosen One might become weird after death.

Perhaps his death can also be used as a textbook for research.

Just as Jones was thinking about it, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, we are actually the same kind of people."

This sentence brought Jones's thoughts back to reality.

What? I'm not dead yet?

Jones gave up struggling and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

The middle-aged man laughed indulgently, and his expression began to become perverted and distorted.

Next, when Jones was confused, he saw the middle-aged man tear off the cloth cover of the sofa, and a seat made of five headless corpses spliced ​​side by side appeared.

It is unknown what material the middle-aged man used to fix these five corpses into a sitting position. The buttocks are connected to someone's hands and arms. The armrests of the sofa are also made of human corpses' arms.

The workmanship is very delicate, and many places have been carefully polished by the middle-aged man.

He was ‘showing off’ to Jones about how he killed these five people and how he made them into sofas.

It was uncomfortable to sit on this rainy day. If the weather was good, you could even feel the temperature on your butt.

The middle-aged man was a person who was afraid of loneliness. He could feel someone accompanying him by doing this.

Jones resisted the urge to vomit. No wonder he felt a little hard when he sat on it just now, and he felt very strange when he touched the armrest of the sofa. It turned out that he was sitting on a corpse.

Seeing Jones stunned by his ‘masterpiece’, the middle-aged man continued to talk about other masterpieces in the room.

In fact, most of the furniture in the room was made by the middle-aged man using human corpses.

The ‘clothes hanger’ that Jones saw when he first entered the door was made by him cutting a tall and thin man into a stick, and then making his fingers into the shape of a ‘hook’, fixing them with special materials to form a hook.

In order to keep it beautiful, he painted it with paint.

The reason why there was no strange smell was that the middle-aged man was a person with mysophobia. He used a special potion to deodorize it and then let it dry for a while.

At this point, Jones was even more scared. Could it be that all those white cloths covering the first to fifth floors were this thing?

The spliced ​​remains of the corpse on the second floor were hinting at this!

Damn, how many people did this guy kill!

This guy is a complete pervert who made people into furniture!

And Jones thought that if he guessed correctly, this room was basically full of corpses.

Jones looked at the tea bowl for some reason and said, "Isn't this made of a skull?"

The middle-aged man laughed even more happily. He counted his thumbs to Jones, and then replied, "I knew you could see that we are really the same kind. I tell you, this thing is very difficult to polish. If you are not careful, it will be scratched. I used more than 20 skulls to make three tea bowls."

Jones looked at the perverted middle-aged man's "friendly" expression, and now he understood that the reason why this guy didn't kill me was because he regarded me as "his own"!

No wonder he just asked me how it felt to chop people with a saw and an axe. It turned out to be a test.

In fact, the middle-aged man approached Jones and smelled him to confirm this.

The middle-aged man thought Jones was a perverted murderer like him.

Oh no, a perverted murderer thinks I am the same as him!

Jones didn't know yet that this was just the beginning of a nightmare.