Chapter 68: Serial Killing Gang Suffers Serial Killings (3) Amy...
Mike was immersed in the comfort of the rain washing away his fatigue, and he didn't notice that there seemed to be a lot more water vapor today than usual, almost forming a thick white fog.
He closed his eyes and used the shower head to rinse his face. The fine jets of water hit his face, giving him a slightly numb feeling.
In the darkness and numbness, a dark shadow flashed through Mike's mind.
The fleeting image was too fast to capture, but it quickly penetrated Mike's mind.
Twenty minutes later, Mike walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. However, he did not fall into bed and sleep immediately after taking a shower as he had planned when he got home. Instead, he took out a clean suit from the closet and put on his clothes one by one in front of the dressing mirror with a solemn expression.
After tying his tie, he took two steps forward, touched his chin in front of the dressing mirror, and saw that his chin was already untidy. Mike turned back to the bathroom and meticulously shaved his beard with an electric shaver in front of the bathroom mirror.
Then he walked out of the bathroom again, combed his hair, sprayed it with hairspray, sprayed some perfume, and finally took out a shoe box from under the wardrobe and took out a pair of leather shoes.
This pair of leather shoes looks new. Although there are signs of wear, there is not much dust on the soles because they have never been worn outside and have only been used indoors.
Mike put on his leather shoes, stood in front of the dressing mirror again, and finally adjusted his clothes from head to toe before walking out of the bedroom.
This series of preparations made him look like he was going on a date or attending an important meeting, but after leaving the bedroom, he went straight into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out some Chinese pastries, and took out some fruits from the basket on the shelf next to him. He washed them one by one, placed them on a rectangular sandalwood tray, held it reverently, and walked towards the shrine against the wall in the living room.
——His career has been smooth and healthy over the years, and the illegal things he did have never been discovered, all because he was raising his "child" carefully.
In the warm mist of the bath, Mike unknowingly believed this.
The dark-skinned baby, covered in red cloth, sat motionless in the shrine.
It was a girl, and Mike named her Amy.
Amy was only the size of a two-three-month-old baby, her eyes closed, and she was placed in a cross-legged meditation pose with her hands clasped together. The chemicals used in the preparation process prevented her from rotting, but they had turned her skin a light brown, covered in wrinkles that didn't belong to a baby. This state of being "half-human, half-baby," half-baby, gave her an indescribable sense of strangeness, but Mike didn't find it strange at all. He calmly knelt on the mat in front of the shrine, bowed three times, then expertly burned incense. Finally, he lifted the tray placed on the ground and placed snacks and fruit on the shrine.
Then Mike picked up another apple from the tray.
Every day he would personally "take care" of Amy's food, sometimes by inserting a straw into the milk or cutting a piece of cake and serving it with a fork, and sometimes by peeling a piece of fruit.
Knives for cutting cakes and peeling fruits are specially prepared and usually placed on the shrine. They are of unique oriental style, equipped with a scabbard covered with auspicious patterns and covered with black cloth. Because "children" cannot come into contact with blood and flesh, whether raw or cooked, it is safest to equip them with a separate knife.
Mike uncovered the black cloth, held the hilt with his right hand, the scabbard with his left hand, and pulled hard—
A cold light flashed before his eyes, and at the same time, he felt a sharp pain in the second joint of his left index finger!
Mike was startled and quickly looked down, and found that the scabbard that looked like silver was actually plastic. The closed side was cracked due to aging. When he drew the knife, the blade protruded from the crack and cut his finger!
Mike's first reaction was that he was cheated out of money by that HK expert. He cursed, "F**K!" and then suddenly shut his mouth.
There are many taboos when offering sacrifices to infant spirits, such as no swearing, and...
Cannot see flesh and blood.
Mike felt a chill on his scalp and looked up at Amy in the shrine. Amy was still sitting there quietly, without any sign of anything unusual, but Mike felt a surge of fear in his heart. He suddenly felt that Amy had become weird. Although she had her eyes closed, he felt that the eyes under her tightly closed eyelids were staring at him sinisterly.
...Psychological effect, psychological effect.
Mike shuddered, frantically comforting himself in his heart, and at the same time began to think of ways to remedy the situation.
He hurried into the kitchen with the knife, put it aside, and repeatedly rinsed the wound until the bleeding stopped, then began to wash the knife again.
He rinsed the blade with clean water first, then washed it three times with dishwashing liquid. Still feeling uneasy, he turned and walked into the storage room and opened the black box behind the door.
Hydrogen peroxide, sodium peroxide, protease cleaner - Mike's unique "hobby" makes him always have these blood stain treatment items at home.
He skillfully mixed the proportions of the potion, soaked the knife in it, and stared at the knife motionlessly, waiting.
The entire soaking process lasted thirty minutes, and he felt like he was living in a different time. If he wasn't paying attention, he would imagine some terrible scenes. He couldn't help but prick up his ears, not daring to miss the slightest movement.
Fortunately, during these thirty minutes, nothing unusual happened except for the occasional car horns and wind sounds outside the window.
Mike was able to tell himself: It's just a psychological effect.
After soaking for thirty minutes, Mike took the knife out of the potion, wiped it dry carefully, then returned to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and rigorously roasted the blade for inspection. Even if the blood-stained knife was cleaned, it would turn blue when roasted. However, after being soaked in the potion, no trace of blood could be found even if it was roasted.
Then... there shouldn't be any problem with Amy, right?
Mike repeatedly consoled himself with this. Even so, he didn't dare place the knife on the shrine again, and he even threw away the apple that had never come into contact with the knife.
He bandaged the wound carefully. The finger that had only a small cut was wrapped in layers of bandages like a hammer. He then wrapped the bandages with three layers of plastic wrap to block the smell of blood before he dared to return to the shrine.
...In fact, out of reason, it would be better for him not to approach the shrine at this time, but fear forced him to observe Amy's condition.
He didn't dare get too close, and stopped four or five meters away from the shrine, holding his breath and looking at Amy nervously.
Fortunately, Amy was fine. And, perhaps because of the passage of time, or perhaps because of a series of remedial measures, the strange feeling that had just emerged in Mike's panic had faded.
I know it's just psychological...
He muttered to himself again.
Mike breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling at ease as he headed towards the bedroom. He should have showered again, at least washed his hair to get the hairspray off. But after his nerves relaxed, fatigue washed over him, leaving him feeling completely drained.
Mike sat down on the edge of the bed, ripped off his tie while his eyelids were fighting, and impatiently took off his shoes and suit. Without any energy to clean up, he threw them all on the floor beside the bed, pulled the quilt over him and fell asleep.
He quickly fell into a deep sleep, while in the living room across the wall, the howling wind brushed against the outer wall and hit the window again and again.
It was as if there was an invisible force trying to open the window.
After three or five attempts, the tightly closed glass window finally opened. However, this wasn't a window that opened from inside to outside, but a sliding window...
Then, the curtains hanging on both sides were lifted high, and returned to their original state after a few seconds. The sound of the wind also disappeared, and the living room returned to its usual silence.
——Mike, who was sleeping soundly, seemed unaware of all this, yet it seemed as if it appeared clearly in the depths of his dream.
Then, he heard the baby girl's soft laughter: "Hehe..."
Amy on the shrine moved, stretching her limbs, changing her cross-legged meditation posture, and crawling forward. The red cloth covering her body slipped off her body, and as she crawled forward, she knocked over several toys he had offered her, and continued forward until she touched the snacks and fruits that had just been placed there.
The beautiful oranges were knocked off the tray and rolled to the ground. They first hit the futon, bounced a bit, and then bounced and rolled away: "Bang... Bang bang bang..."
"Hehe..." It was Amy's laughter again.
Amy had climbed to the edge of the shrine. The height between the shrine and the ground was like a cliff to her. She stretched out her little hand, tried twice, frowned, and fell down.
With a slight snapping sound, the little head hit the futon, bounced a bit, and then bounced and rolled away: "Bang... Bang bang bang..."
Mike suddenly sat up from his sleep, his eyes wide open, his breathing so rapid that every muscle in his body was pulled.
Three seconds later, Mike threw back the quilt, not even bothering to put on his slippers, and stumbled out of the bedroom.
When he approached the shrine, he almost fell down. He looked up at Amy in panic.
Amy was still sitting there, not moving an inch.
It was a dream.
Mike's tense nerves suddenly relaxed and he slumped down on the mat.
He sat there paralyzed for a long time, and only realized that he was sweating coldly. Then he stood up with a feeling of having survived a disaster, took a deep breath, and turned back to the bedroom.
But just as he raised his hand to push the bedroom door, a bright color caught his eye and suddenly drew his gaze over.
He looked to the right... diagonally in front of him was the corner of the living room. This corner, facing the shrine, held a storage cabinet consisting of five wide drawers. Four legs propped the cabinet up about 10cm from the ground.
That is, within this distance of 10cm, a hint of orange quietly appears.
It's a beautiful orange...
"What? Nonono..." Mike's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stepped back in fear, staring at the beautiful orange.
SAN value -10%.
The next second, Mike rushed to the bedroom in front of him in a panic, bumped into the door before turning the doorknob and running in. Trembling, he picked up the suit on the ground and put it on, dressed very sloppily, buttoning it in a mess, and ran to the apartment door.
In the air behind him, Si Ling folded his arms and raised his eyebrows: "He's about to leave. Are you sure you don't need to trap him with a barrier?"
"No need!" Ah Zhui laughed, "I want to give it a try."
"Okay." Si Ling didn't ask any more questions.
Mike ran to the elevator and pressed the button in a panic, but since he lived in F12, it took some time for the elevator to go up from the G floor.
He had no patience to wait, so he turned around and rushed into the stairwell and ran downstairs, taking out his cell phone to send a message as he ran.
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