Chapter 275 The Hidden Monk (5K)

"Mr. Delming, is there still something wrong with the door lock?"

"I can fix it. Please believe me. That's what I do. Handy Andy is here." A middle-aged man with a beard wearing a labor insurance suit walked out of the house of No. 4c resident.

He stood at the door and pleaded again to the masked man wearing an old green jacket.

"No need!"

"Just make sure it's really a lock." The masked man, known as Mr. Delming, closed the door of his house as he spoke.

"Okay then! As you wish."

"Anyway, this is my job." Andy, the locksmith, silently faced the closed old blue iron door and once again emphasized his professionalism.

Looking at the cold iron door with no response, Andy could only helplessly turn around and walk towards the street.

It wasn't until he walked about five hundred meters that he stopped.

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He did not open the lock on the wall of Delming's house, which made him feel that his professionalism had been frustrated.

Although he didn't understand why there was a lock on the wall.

"No, I can't leave like this, otherwise the news about 'Smart Andy''s failure may spread throughout the backstreets tomorrow."

"At that time, I will become Andy, the failed locksmith. Some other Jacky Jack or Martiny will surely appear to replace me, and no one will ask me to pick the lock again!"

The more Andy thought about it, the more something was wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more panic he felt.

Even if no one actually cares about a locksmith, under the economic depression, he will never allow this possibility to happen.

Andy immediately turned around and walked towards Delming's residence No. 4c again.

Wu Heng, who was hiding in the distance, saw the locksmith who was about to return. He instantly appeared behind the locksmith and used his nightmare power to scratch the tool bag that the locksmith was carrying.

The tools in the bag clattered to the floor.

"Oh, damn profiteers, selling inferior products, this bag broke after just two years of use!" Andy cursed as he bent down to pick it up.

"Sir, are you okay?"

With a gentle voice, a figure bent down and helped him pick up the tools.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that the tool bag is missing. Thank you for your help."

Andy installed the tools, used iron wire to penetrate the damaged area several times, tied it up, thanked Wu Heng, and rushed to No. 4c again.

Wu Heng glanced at the locksmith silently, turned and left, keeping a further distance.

He had already taken the opportunity to install a button-type pinhole camera on the opponent's shoulder.

In this day and age, not many people know about this kind of thing.

If the locksmith regarded the incident of "turning around and breaking the bag" as ominous and planned not to go there again, Wu Heng would not stop him, but he would still choose to go. This was his own fate, but Wu Heng would not stop him.

With a distance of one kilometer, Wu Heng took out the display screen and observed the movement from the locksmith's perspective.

Andy came to Delming's door again and knocked on the door.

Delming opened the door fiercely and asked impatiently: "What else do you want?"

"Mr. Delming, are you still studying that lock? Leave it to me. After all, I also do this for a living. I am a professional!" Andy emphasized: "The title of Handy Andy, but Backstreet recognized.”

"I said, I don't need it!" Delming was about to get angry, but suddenly he listened carefully and said to the air on the right: "Okay, I understand, don't worry!"

"Mr. Delming, are you talking to me?"

Andy asked with some confusion when he heard the other party's inconsistent words.

But I was guessing in my heart that Delming might have a mental problem because he had been unemployed for half a year!

"Nothing, since you want to try to unlock this lock, then go ahead and try!"

"I'm going to the basement to do some work, don't bother me anymore."

After Delming finished speaking, he turned around and left, heading for the door of the basement. He looked back at Andy deeply, and then entered.

Then there was a slight locking sound.

"Now the title of 'Skilled Hand' can be kept!" At this time, Andy only had this thought in his heart.

He came to Delmin's bedroom,

The faded quilt was randomly folded on the bed, and there was a pile of old, unwashed clothes piled in the corner. There was a smell of feet permeating the room.

But Andy didn't care;

He came to the wall directly opposite the bed. At a height of one meter, there was a keyhole shaped like a plugboard.

This kind of lock means that the key cannot be opened at all.

At least three keys must be used together.

Doing three things at once is a test of his skills.

In the basement on the other side,

Delmin followed the mysterious voice deep in his heart and entered here again. The basement is full of his masterpieces.

On the blood-stained leather chair, there was a wrapped blanket, and the skeleton of a baby was exposed in the blanket.

The baby skeleton still had a pacifier in its mouth.

The tiger-skin-colored plush blanket had spilled oil stains, and the fluff was stuck together, turning oily yellow and shiny, even shiny to black.

On the walls on both sides,

It was covered with shaved human bones, and a large number of ribs were stacked like building blocks to form the shape of wings.

Human skulls are connected together by ropes, like a string of wind chimes.

There is an old-fashioned TV set against the wall facing the door, which is constantly broadcasting information about the murderer.

In the clay pot next to it, there is a piece of jaw with teeth, which is his nutritious soup.

"Experts speculate that the dismemberment maniac is moving to the center of New York"

"Shut up, what a shitty expert!" When Delming heard the news, he angrily pulled up a rib and smashed it on the TV screen like a boomerang.

The screen made a "boom" sound, emitting a burst of white light, accompanied by electric sparks, and completely lost its sound.

Delming couldn't help but get angry. Obviously, those murders were all done by him, but these experts pushed them onto an innocent murderer, which simply denied his labor results.

Those were all his masterpieces shown to the world.

"And you, are you going to disappoint me too?"

"Why don't you communicate with me!"

Delming picked up a wooden photo frame on the dirty wooden table.

There was no photo in the frame, but a woman's face. The whole face was stretched and nailed tightly to the frame, and the original appearance could not be seen at all.

"Sister Lydia, please reply to me. They all replied to me, why don't you reply to me?"

Delmin kissed her face lightly, but never got a response.

He suddenly cried and shed tears, and then knelt in front of the large string of skulls like wind chimes, begging:

"Please, tell me how to make the most perfect masterpiece."

"How can I make my sister pay attention to me!"

"I have collected so many, tell me how to do it." Delmin was talking, but suddenly turned his head and looked fiercely at the string of skulls on the other side of the wall, and said angrily: "Be quiet over there!"

"You are so annoying when you quarrel, I can't hear you!"

He turned around and scolded the baby skeleton on the wooden chair: "Don't cry, you are still crying even though you are dead, it's so annoying!"

Then he pleaded with the frame again.

"Please, sister, just whisper!"

In a trance, Delming finally heard a faint voice from his face: "Let me leave this damn place!"

Although the voice sounded like a man's voice, not like Sister Lydia's at all, but who cares, Delming no longer cares.

"What should I do? I've done a lot before."

Delming listened carefully.

"Is it not enough? What parts are missing? Okay, I know, I'll do it now."

He immediately walked to the paint bucket nearby, opened the lid, and a strong fishy smell came to his nose.

There were full of broken body parts piled inside.

Delming shook the entire paint bucket left and right, and moved step by step to the position of the ribs and wings.

He assembled the head, arms, ribs, internal organs, thighs, and pieces of human tissue on the wall in order.

Each piece was fixed with iron nails, regardless of whether it belonged to the same person.

In the end, a damaged human body shape was pieced together and hung on the wall.

The bone wings assembled from countless ribs spread out behind the human body, like wings extending out.

"It's almost done. It's almost done. Where do you want this piece to be placed?" Delmin half-knelt on the ground, raised his head devoutly, holding a piece of skin in his hand, and asked the assembled corpse.

Wu Heng, who was observing outside, finally noticed the unusual breath after watching the other party's bedroom environment through the locksmith's camera. What on earth was it?

The lock on the wall was a temporary door.

And behind the door was the curser, but not just a curser.

There was another breath beside it, which was the cold and painful breath exclusive to Leviathan Hell.

Wu Heng was 90% sure that it was a hell monk.

He guessed wrong!

This curser was not an escaped hell. It was actually staying with the hell monk. They were watching Delmin's performance at the same time and waiting for the locksmith to show his skills.

"Hey, buddy, do you want to have some fun?"

Just as Wu Heng was sitting on the ruins on the roadside, drinking an iced cola bought from a convenience store and observing the movements in Room 4c,

an open-top, dilapidated eight-hand car passed by here and drove back again.

The only skinny white guy in the car looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he got out of the car and sneaked to Wu Heng and asked in a low voice.

"No need."

"I just got some good stuff from the hospital. It's good quality and cheap. It only costs 5 dollars a pill. Don't you feel bored here?"

The young man didn't want to give up. He took out a small plastic bag with five or six pills and showed it.

"No need, but do you want to make some extra money?"

Wu Heng glanced at the young man. He saw at a glance that the other party didn't insert the key when driving, and he must have stolen the car.

"A book was taken away and left at his home. If you can bring it back, please bring it back." As Wu Heng spoke, he took out a stack of 50-dollar bills from his pocket, which looked to be worth two or three thousand.

"His home is just in front. Bring the book here. These are all yours. You can sell thousands of pills." Wu Heng took out five bills, which was 250 US dollars, and handed them to the young man.

"What do you mean?" The skinny guy took it subconsciously.

"Deposit, even if it doesn't work out, the money will be given to you first, even if you just take the money and leave now."

Wu Heng shook the remaining banknotes in his hand, causing the young man's eyes to sway up and down.

"Okay, I'll do it. What kind of book is it? Just tell me the name."

The skinny boy happily checked the authenticity of the dollar and confirmed that it was genuine. He also compared Wu Heng's figure with his. After confirming that he was someone he couldn't beat, he immediately changed his attitude to that of Amin.

"This is a photo of the book. The book is on the table in the study. There is a repairman working in his bedroom. Don't disturb him."

"Come here as soon as you get the book, and then exchange it for this stack of dollars. It's that simple."

Wu Heng handed the photo to the other party and said at the same time.

"Don't worry, buddy, you have found the right person. I am a professional with skills that have been passed down for three generations!" The young man raised his thumb and pointed at himself, confidently saying.

Compared to stealing illegal drugs from the hospital and taking the director's car, this matter is nothing.

Following the direction pointed by Wu Heng, the young man looked at his watch, smiled easily, picked up a bunch of keys and threw them to Wu Heng: "Keep an eye on my car for me. I promise to get it done within fifteen minutes."

After saying that, he trotted to No. 4c.

Wu Heng took the keys and looked at them. There were no car keys on the bunch of keys. They were clearly some household keys. They were probably not his own keys, so he got them from somewhere.

In fact, the young man felt that he had received a deposit, so in order to reassure Wu Heng, he wanted to pledge something to Wu Heng.

But I didn’t want to give anything of real value, so I just took it out casually.

Wu Heng watched the young man leave and continued to monitor the video. The locksmith was still studying the lock on the wall. He used a strong flashlight to shine into the keyhole.

It was found that there were strange and mysterious symbols in it, which seemed to contain some looming hint.

"These inexplicable marks, one inside the other, are so mysterious." Andy, the locksmith, murmured as if he was possessed.

He has fallen into a conflict between wanting to refuse and letting go. He feels that there may be danger inside, but the strong curiosity rising up is constantly urging him to open the lock quickly.

This lock must be opened! must!

"This lock is a fatal lock!"

Andy racked his brains and aimed his eyes at the keyhole, studying these rings.

He wanted to realize the secret immediately, but the frustration of never being able to find the true meaning only fueled his desire.

"Hey, have you met my brother?"

A voice interrupted Andy's research. His red eyes suddenly stared in the direction of the door. It was a skinny young man holding a book in his hand, flipping through it and asking him questions.

"Your brother? Is he Mr. Delming?"

"He went to the basement and locked himself in. I don't know what he was studying. If there is nothing else, I will continue to unlock the door. Don't disturb me."

Andy couldn't wait to reply and continued to study the mysterious lock.

"Okay, I'll leave first. Don't tell my brother that I've been here." The skinny guy waved his hand, took the book and walked out of the room openly.

Of course, he was not Delming's younger brother. He just noticed that there was no one else in the room except the repairman. In line with the principle of boldness among skilled people, he deliberately showed off his presence.

This reminded him of the glorious past when he and his father pretended to be a moving company and moved out other people's rooms openly. It was such a warm memory, but it was a pity that his father was old.

Fourteen minutes later,

The young man had already run back to Wu Heng's position and threw the book to Wu Heng casually, with an expression of ease.

"Awesome, it only lasts fourteen minutes. This is the reward I promised you."

Wu Heng chuckled, praised, and handed the stack of banknotes and the bunch of useless keys to the young man.

"I wonder if you have any talent for painting."

"You should have read this book. To be honest, that guy bought this book before me, which made my trip in vain, so I want to humiliate him."

Wu Heng took out a wad of banknotes again, still containing three to four thousand US dollars.

"If you know how to draw, I would like you to draw the pattern in this book under the carpet in his living room."

"When he is looking for a book and turns over the carpet, you can use this pattern to taunt him."

After the young man got the money, he was already satisfied. When he heard Wu Heng's request again and saw the new reward, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Ha, buddy, what you said is so suitable for my taste."

"Don't worry, my painting talent is definitely at a certain level, I'll take this job!"

When the thin white boy heard this, he immediately became excited. He was deeply influenced by American movies and always wanted to be a famous thief.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have deliberately shown off my presence just now.

Now Wu Heng has given him another way to show off his presence, which makes him excited. He already regrets why he didn't think of it just now. He is willing to do this even if he doesn't get paid.

Not to mention the generous rewards.

Being able to do what you like and making money at the same time, life is like this, it’s hard to be too happy!

As for painting, he once studied it specifically because he wanted to draw a template for a US dollar bill. Although he failed in the end, he also accumulated some skills.

There are so many twists and turns in this book, so it’s nothing difficult.

Wu Heng first took a photo of the picture of the dissolution array, and then handed it to the young man with a bag of salt, and also handed the banknotes directly to him.

"This time, the reward will be given to you in advance. I believe in you."

"Brother, you are a good person, don't worry, I will definitely do this thing well."

The young man left with a mission again.

Wu Heng was watching the surveillance while flipping through the books. It seemed that there was a lot of content on it, but in fact most of it was an explanation of the dissolution array, and there were some untrue stories.

Old Otto thought that the original dissolution array had too many and too dense symbols, which was easy to print out, so he deleted some.

As for the Luther runes on the periphery, they were not changed much.

This is why Wu Heng could feel that it had some effect at the time.

However, he still had to try the actual effect of the original version. Here, there is a target that can be tested.

Since he suspected that there was a door in room 4c and there might be a hell monk behind it, Wu Heng had never entered that room, nor did he use his ability to influence the locksmith or the young man.

Instead, he used a transaction method.

It is to prevent his own energy from leaving residue and causing himself to be exposed.

It is enough to use money to achieve the same purpose as ability control. He does not have a strong desire to show off. No matter what, he must show his means.