Chapter 315: Affair

The palace-style crystal chandeliers hanging on the roof reflect countless large and diverse repeated projections among the polygonal artificial crystals, and there are also clusters of bright reflections with the white walls.

Outside the window, the sky was already white.

The wind brought a hint of coldness from the gaps in the curtains. As the earth rotated, the shadows gradually disappeared from the back towards the sun, and the temperature spreading from the sky became higher and higher. But before that, the earth still had a few hours left to be wrapped in a faint coolness.

A pair of dry and thin hands, covered with wrinkled and wrinkled skin, are busy traveling between a head full of thick black hair.

The fingers are very long and thin, with nails up to two centimeters long at the front. On the semi-arched nail surface, a layer of bright red oil paint is evenly coated, glowing under the lamp.

This is a short and thin old man with a short and thin body. His cramped mouth is dazzlingly red, his high and convex cheekbones protrude the aging skin, and his hair is curled into a cloud-shaped shape fluffy and curved, dyed into a chocolate face slightly lighter than coffee. From the side, you can clearly see that under these beautiful curly hair, a few gray-yellow hairs are suddenly and strangely drawn. They are like soft and weak sick worms, hanging weakly on the ears.

Apparently, she was wearing a wig to cover up her weakness and aging.

The shoulder circumference of the light red taff skirt is very wide, and it collapses loosely on both sides of the narrow and thin shoulders. This clothing style that should be a European-style palace-style erotic style can allow men to cleverly cover key parts including the tip while looking at full viewing. However, the long skirt on the old man is too loose. As long as the perspective is slightly higher than the mouth, you can clearly see the two balls of shriveled and shrinking, but are held high by cotton and shields, rising from the bottom. You can only deceive your eyes and feel the skin that is softer than the empty balloon with one mop of your hand. Despite this, the old man still tightens his waist and maintains the concave and convex posture that makes the man full of infinite thoughts.

Fingers wander back and forth between their hairs that do not belong to them. They weave complex and beautiful braids for the head that is obviously shorter than their sitting position.

She braided her fingers very carefully, and her fingers were flexibly bent and stretched, and hooked up strands of hair tied up evenly thick and thin, and twisted them into thin pieces of hair tied around her. In just a few minutes, the hair tied up and down, and wrapped them into thin, shiny braids with a thickness of fingers. At the end, Lao Fu picked up a ribbon with a dovetail cut at the front and back ends, and picked up a heart-shaped buckle, put them in the braid, and tied them tightly... After doing all this, he satisfactorily loosened the braids that were stuck between his fingers, shook them, and gathered them like showing off. He gathered dozens of braids behind his head, held the braids lightly in his palm, and stroked them back and forth.

"Phillip, I have been waiting for you. Since I was born, I have watched you grow up day by day. What a pity... Why are you not your surname is Karasa Weisen? But you have to carry an ugly title like Era Blauke. Our two families are relatives. Every time you see me, you have to call me "Aunt". This title is so ugly that you don't feel sweet love at all. You don't know how much I like you and love you. I miss you crazy. I have been waiting for you to grow up, fantasizing that you hug me, and the two of you hug each other under the vines in the corridor of the huā Garden. But why have you been always waiting for you to grow up. I dreamt of you holding me.

Want to reject me? Even... would rather die than be the most important man in my life. You just hate me so much? Jumped off from a building that is more than 30 meters high and fell into pieces. What a terrible thing? Look at you now. Look at the appearance and demeanor of a mi person like before can be considered a good thing. At least, you will always stay in front of me, listen to me, and accompany me to relieve my boredom. Although you can no longer make me feel a strong and powerful impact, you must follow my requirements and let me get the most thorough and favorite satisfaction."

As he said that, Lao Fu stretched out his hands to hold his head, turned his facial features towards him, and turned his head towards him. Under the bright light, you can see that the head only retains about five centimeters of neck.

There is no body, no limbs. All the body parts that should be connected to the head are supported by a one-meter-long piece with a round load-bearing support at the bottom, and stainless steel pipes erected from the ground, which are high in the air.

The deceased was a young man in his twenties. Although only one lonely head was left, the last body residue was obviously complicated and complete. The skull line along the forehead showed that all the soft objects inside the cranial cavity, including the brain, had been removed. The eyes were replaced by two mechanical lenses that should have been the same color as before. As the old man said to himself, he should have fallen from a very high place, causing the head to be directly hit, and scattered into several lobes that were barely wrapped in skin. Although there was a special repair, the broken nose wings and the eye sockets that were incompatible with the left and right still made people feel the strange and hideous distortion of death.

His mouth was wide open, supported by some hard object from the inside, and his tongue stretched out at the outlet was nearly twenty centimeters, like a hanged ghost in a supernatural story. The long tongue, which had been specially treated, had become dry, and the surface was covered with tiny particles that were as if fruit bayberry were not mature. Dozens of newly braided braids spread out behind his head. The thin cheeks, covered with thick powder, were eye-catching, but they were not as white as what Lao Fu said just now.

Handsomeness and beauty are only the stiffness and rigidity that are unique to the corpse. However, the person who made this head into a specimen is obviously a master who is good at making such objects. Not only did he re-stitch the broken brain skull, but he also kept the outer skin without any damage, making the head, which should have been broken, still become a skillful toy in the hands of the old man. From this point of view alone, it is enough to be named "skilled craftsman" on this desolate planet full of radiance.

The soft black lace skirt saw gently scraped across the floor, making a "silent" sound of sand. The oval mirror embedded in the side of the closet reflects the strange movement of the old man bent down and lifting the thick and wide book. The edge of the skirt showed two extremely thin lines, as if they were only wrapped in one layer of outer skin, but there was no muscle or fat for filling. The left hand made of two silk threads, which were very elastic, barely able to cover the pink T-shaped bottom of the yin/part.

Pull it apart. With his right hand, he trembled and grabbed the head specimens that had just braided countless braids and turned them up to the sky. With a merciful, moving, frenzy and extreme desire, he stood up from the soft chair. Under the "eyes" of the deceased who were replaced by round glass, he twisted his butt, so that the two pieces of soaked in turbid, sticky and wet liquid were separated from them. He aimed at the fine steel bars in the mouth of the head. After special hardening, the rough and thorny tongue, with a sense of comfort and satisfaction that cannot be explained in words, sat down heavily until he was incomplete.

Ah Philip, I finally got you, I finally got you. For twenty years, I dreamed of dreaming about being yours, being ravaged by you. It doesn’t matter. At least, I can still have your body. I am not the kind of greedy person that both the body and the mind must have at the same time. I know how to be sensible and understand that there are many things in this world that cannot be changed simply by human will. Haha

Haha... It's really good, it's really good. Your tongue can completely replace those beautiful male pets. Hurry up, hurry up, I'm coming soon. I didn't expect your tongue to be so hard and so thick. Punch me hard, don't be discouraged. After chā/yin/, I'll let you stay with me forever and satisfy me forever. You'll never be allowed to be soft. I'm not satisfied before, even if I die, you must squeeze out what I should squeeze out———”

Using the friction between dead objects and the body to achieve high cháo, this should be the self-safety in human behavior. But Lao Fu obviously doesn't think so. Her long-term admiration for the man she likes makes her thinking consciousness completely different from that of ordinary people, and has been sublimated to a lofty state where only a certain body object can produce a sense of love/yu/fast/sense.

Grizzly, gasping, sweat falling down along the neck and spine...

The violent stretching and friction movement pricks the nerves and blood to produce exponentially increased heat. The brain consciousness is completely occupied by miluàn's thinking. In addition to being caressed back and forth by Philip's invisible hands in fantasy, being hugged in his arms and being entangled in his arms, being sucked and sucked by his powerful arms, which have forgotten to be placed under his crotch, but are just a specially made head of the dead. Only the amazingly thick tongue brings unspeakable happiness and comfort to the body—regardless of whether it is out of the deceased's own wishes, or doing so will make the ghost wandering in the void angry. She just wants to fight desperately and feel free to everything. Even if she penetrates her son, she can stab her/yin/天天, it is worth it.

The closed room quietly cracked a gap.

It is getting bigger and bigger, expanding to a width that is enough for one person to enter and exit.

All these changes were silent, and the direction of the room was facing the old man. At this moment, she was immersed in the pleasure of being crazy about being kouched by a man, and her perceptual consciousness had reached its lowest point. The last reason left in her brain was only used to judge whether the tongue in Philip's mouth was long enough and hard enough.

She closed her eyes, pressed the head stuck on the seat of the lower body with one hand, and on the other hand, the two shriveled rooms that had already taken off her shoulders, were heavily cuorously on the two shriveled rooms outside. Only the mirror placed in the closet diagonally opposite, silently reflecting the Heinrich, who had just walked into the room, holding an AK assault rifle, and his white cheeks were stained with a faint smoke and a few bloodstains.

He stood behind the old fu like a ghost, silently looking at the shelves that were obviously newly nailed to the surface of the wall, about thirty centimeters wide, layer by layer.

The four walls are divided into five interconnected cross-border cabinets. On them, the hard wooden wedges that are nailed upside down firmly fix the heads of hundreds of dead people made of lime and permanganate. They are about ten centimeters apart from each other and are cut off from their shoulders. Each face retains a look of fear, despair, and completely twisted by anger and timidity before death. There are sorrows, weepings, and there are also mouths with wide open teeth, roars with bulging eyes, as well as scars with remaining wounds, cuts with sharp objects, and arches of bones.

Standing alone in the middle of the floor, Heinrich, with his hair spreading, seemed like a cold and lifeless stone sculpture. Only the corners of his eyes twitched can he release the murderous intent that was suppressed deep in his heart and wanted to accuse him at the top of his lungs, and he burst into a strong eruption like a volcano.

Every head is a relative of oneself.

They both had the surname Aila Blauke and were both owners of the Lily Huā logo.

From the day he was born, Heinrich racked his brains and tried every means to beware of these relatives. For more than 20 years, they had used various methods to die by themselves. Poison, accident, bullets from the darkness... In order to compete for inheritance, they did use all despicable means to the extreme.

Heinrich never forgot that when he was five, he pushed himself into his aunt who was filled with hot water. When he was eight, he tricked himself into eating half a piece of toxic sweet cake. When he was thirteen, he took him to the ranch to ride a horse, but he had injected a lot of barbiamine into the horse in advance...

They all deserve to die———

Even in his dream, Heinrich used various cruel means to tear them into pieces one by one more than once——

But...they are their own relatives after all.

Even if I want to kill, I must do it.

What's more, not everyone is so envious.

Among them, there are also coy and kind old aunts, who often use wood to cut themselves into toys. When they hold hands, they sprinkle mud together, and then pinch them into pots and pans to play with the house.

They were all dead. Their heads were cut off from their bodies to make specimens, and they were placed on wooden shelves.

Scenes that have been covered by time have reappeared in the middle of Heinrich's mind. There are laughter, fear, and countless black and whites filled with anger and helplessness.

He looked around in a daze, but unexpectedly found that on the front of the wooden frame, half of his hair was pulled off at the top of the wooden frame, and one-third of the old patriarch Crane, who was cut off on the right side of the skull, was staring at his remaining left eye, his mouth slightly opened, staring at him sternly and expectantly.

Your heart is gone…”

A cold smile floated on the corner of his mouth, completely eliminating fear and sorrow, and becoming the only master of the entire face.

The assault rifle fell heavily to the ground, making a loud noise that suddenly tore through the calm sky.

Although she was approaching Gao, Lao Fu was completely awakened by the sudden movement from behind. She instinctively grabbed her clothes and covered her mouth, turned her head quickly, and the moment she was in contact with Heinrich walking from behind, the pupils in her turbid eyes suddenly tightened, and her shriveled mouth opened wide in an instant, and an incredible and extremely violent scream erupted from her toothless mouth.

"You, why are you here? Guards, come quickly..."

Heinrich's blue eyes were instantly filled with blood. He twisted his neck, bared his neatly arranged white teeth, and strode forward. Before Lao Fu finished speaking, he stretched out his strong arms, opened his five fingers, and stuck the thin throat full of wrinkled skin. He maliciously pressed the epiglottis bone with his thumb. In order to allow the tightly pressed throat to get a gap that can accommodate air in, Lao Fu had to raise his toes, open his mouth, stretch his tongue, and make a sound of empty meaninglessness.

People who are on the verge of death seem to be much more sensitive to external information than usual. Now, old fu, who returned to reality from madness/rou/yu/, finally heard gunshots and screams coming from outside the window and downstairs, as well as the vibration caused by running in the corridor by rapid steps.

Heinrich smiled fiercely.

The five fingers stretched out like hook claws and grabbed the tip of the tongue that was poked out from Lao Fu's mouth, like dragging a half-dead dog. With a hoarse howl, he pulled the old Fu who was rolling and crawling to the wall. He pulled the wooden wedge from the rack next to him, found the center of the smooth and solid tongue, and nailed it heavily, raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and smashed it hard towards the back of the wooden wedge that nailed the tongue.

One.

Two.

Three.

The tongue was nailed high on the wall slightly higher than Lao Fu's body. The severe pain that was suddenly pulled out from the inside of the body, dragging the nerves and internal organs, as if even the heart, liver, kidneys and lungs were to be pulled out alive, made Lao Fu completely forget everything, and used his hands to snatch the wooden wedge that nailed the tongue for a while. She widened her eyes, and she could no longer close her mouth, and her nails were scratched hard on the tight wedge back and broke.

"Don't worry, you won't die now."

Lu showed a more terrifying smile than the demon, making an obvious abnormal guarantee. Heinrich pulled out the fighting knife beside his boots and quickly cut the expensive silk skirt on Lao Fu's body. His fingers gently slid on the surface of the dry wrinkled skin, and stopped near the bottom of the stomach bag. The knife held between his right fingers was also attached to it. While feeling the coldness and hardness of the metal utensils, he tried hard to cut out the wooden wedges and let his tongue return to its original position, finally felt the speechless fear brought by death for the first time.
Chapter completed!