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Chapter 79 - 71: Everyone Must Die!

Chapter 79: Chapter 71: Everyone Must Die!

"Whimper~"

The little dog Shi San, covering his eyes with his front paws, curled up under the sofa trembling violently.

The master had suddenly become terrifying.

Brian heard the noise from Shi San, and the lingering Blood Moon in his eyes finally faded away.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The stored Gift Energy inside his body began to enhance every part of Brian.

Seconds later.

Thirty units of stored energy, leaving just three units for emergency, the rest completely depleted.

Under Supercomputer Perception.

Brian’s physical attribute score finally reached 1.1.

Physical attribute scores use the body state of a 23-year-old who exercises regularly as the baseline of 1.

A score of 1.1 indicated that Brian’s muscle, bone toughness, density, and other strengths had all been further enhanced on the prior basis—seemingly insignificant numerically, but in reality, his physical qualities, strength, speed, endurance, had all crossed the threshold of an athlete, easily overpowering an average person, and he could effortlessly beat three or four of his former selves.

Brian suspected that once he reached a physical score of 1.2, he could probably toss ordinary people around as if they were toys.

After becoming familiar with his body’s state.

Fully armed, Brian patted Shi San’s head and left the apartment again.

Rechter was in the open.

It was not convenient for him to act.

Anna was different.

...

Nine o’clock in the evening.

At Anna’s place.

Brian rang the doorbell.

After a moment’s wait.

A woman, dressed in a sloppy plaid shirt with messy hair, opened the door, "Brian, you come here at this time, are you ready to pay back what you owe?"

Brian shook his head, "I’m just curious, what exactly is your relationship with Rechter."

Upon hearing this name.

A flash of shock passed through Anna’s eyes.

Her long right leg kicked violently towards Brian’s groin.

But Brian’s leg, acting later yet arriving first, went down like an axe, his toes chopping fiercely at Anna’s right leg joint, kicking it inwards, while simultaneously flinging her face down into the room, crashing heavily onto the living room rug.

Before Anna could scream.

Brian, like a ghostly figure, interlocked his legs rapidly, covering a distance of more than two meters in a flash, and kicked once more, this time against Anna’s temple.

Anna’s eyes rolled back, her head hit the ground, and she passed out.

Brian did not let his guard down.

He took out a piece of white cloth from his pocket, covered Anna’s nose and mouth with it, and after waiting a few seconds, he got up to close the door and pulled out some rope to start tying her up.

Having subdued Anna.

Brian took out his gun and began to search around the room.

Anna, as the unlicensed psychologist he had chanced upon, had helped him on numerous occasions.

For instance, with psychological diversion techniques, many items made from contraband raw materials...

She was probably the person who knew Brian both physically and mentally better than anyone else.

If such a person.

Was an enemy.

Thinking about it sent chills down Brian’s spine.

...

Having visited Anna’s place several times, Brian was familiar with every room.

He searched methodically.

But apart from some contraband drugs.

Brian found nothing of particular interest.

In terms of scents...

Brian smelled his own hormonal scent.

That was a trace from the last time he had made a payment.

Fine, he thought, it’s time to eliminate it.

When Brian returned to the living room, Anna had regained consciousness and was trying to struggle.

"The average person will be out for around three minutes after a heavy blow.

Drug effects last about fifteen minutes.

It’s only been nine minutes and twenty-seven seconds, and you’re already awake.

Anna, you really are no ordinary person."

Anna calmed herself down, "Brian, I admit that I’m not an ordinary person, but I really meant no harm to you. Calm down, let me go, and I’ll tell you everything."

"As the person who understands me best, you should know what I hate the most!"

Anna fell silent.

It took a while.

She finally nodded, "I know, you yearn for familial affection and hate betrayal. I understand you; we had a good relationship before. Believe me, I really have no ill will, and there must be some misunderstanding in all of this."

Hearing this, Brian shook his head, "It seems you’re not really a professional psychologist; otherwise, you wouldn’t have been foolish enough to mention our past relationship twice. Aren’t you just reminding me over and over that I’ve been betrayed by a friend?"

The composure on Anna’s face crumbled.

Her lips, drained of color, trembled, "I really meant no harm!"

"Let’s hear it.", Brian placed a cloth bag in front of Anna, "Answer well, and there’s a reward. Get it wrong...believe me, you definitely don’t want to find out what you’ll experience next."

Huff huff~

Anna took several deep breaths before tremblingly saying:

"Rechter was my middle school classmate, and later he joined the Forensic Bureau. Because of my connection, my father took him on as a student.

After my father retired from the Forensic Bureau, he joined a secretive company.

He brought me and Rechter into it as well.

We were specifically in charge of researching the variables that turn psychotics into Mutants under the Blood Moon. We used you as an observation target, but beyond that, we meant no harm to you."

Having heard this, Brian laughed.

So he was just a little mouse in their experiment.

And this woman still tried to deceive him.

As friends who knew each other thoroughly,

why can’t you just confess honestly and leave peacefully?

Indeed, people never give up hope until they face the end.

Brian shook his head, "Wrong answer."

Having said that,

he opened the small cloth bag, took out a cotton ball, and stuffed it into Anna’s mouth, then he took out an eye speculum, fixed it on Anna’s head to ensure she couldn’t close her eyes, and finally placed a mirror in front of Anna to ensure she could see her own face.

"Ugh ugh ugh~"

Anna realized something terrible might happen next and wanted to beg for mercy, but could only make sobbing sounds.

"Don’t be scared, you know, my touch is very gentle."

Brian comforted by patting Anna’s head, continued to take out a bottle of iodine from the bag, gently disinfected Anna’s beautiful face, and lastly poured the remaining iodine over the handle of a willow-leaf switchblade.

Preparation complete.

He held the slender knife, and gently traced it across Anna’s cheek, then followed the cut wound to carve circles, trembling his wrist while evenly dispersing the force across the blade’s edge.

By the time Anna felt the sharp pain on her face,

she horrifyingly discovered that the skin on her forehead, like flaking plaster from an old wall, was half-drooping on her forehead, half hanging down, covering her eyebrows just enough to ensure she could see her own forehead’s twitching muscle fibers through the mirror...

Ah ah ah!

Anna felt like she was going insane!

The agony of skinning.

She could bear it.

But to watch her own skin being peeled off by someone else!

This was a psychological impact beyond what ordinary people could imagine!

"No wonder your smile is so infectious," Brian complimented, "The distribution ratio between your frontalis and orbicularis oculi muscles is quite nice, which makes your eyes sparkle when you smile..."

Brian went on to praise while carefully avoiding the skin around Anna’s eyes, then carefully turned the knife towards the sides.

Master-level skinning skills.

Kept his hand very steady.

Anna helplessly watched her beautiful face become a faceless horror with twitchy bloody muscles and sagging skin.

Fearing that Anna would faint from the dual shock of physical and psychological terror,

Brian even considerately injected her with a shot of morphine to ensure she could stay focused and admire her current visage.

He pointed at the clock on the living room wall, "It’s only 9:20 PM, the night is still long, and my skinning skills are superb, I can ensure you stay conscious to witness yourself shedding your outer layer, revealing the most genuine self."

Tears streamed down from Anna’s eyes, staining the wounds, mutating into tears of blood.

Seeing this, Brian gently wiped her tears away, his bloodshot eyes puzzled, "Why cry, Anna? I am only this kind to friends. Ordinary people don’t get this kind of treatment."

Madman!

Madman!!

This is a madman!

At this moment, Anna deeply regretted joining that damned breeding group!

Why study anything else?

To study a psychopath!

...

Half an hour later.

Brian, who had obtained all the information he wanted, proficiently wrapped Anna’s body in a body bag, cleaned up the scene, and after busying himself for half an hour, he still hadn’t reached the study that Anna had talked about.

He gently pulled the third book.

A heavy bookcase split in two, revealing a small basement that one could see the end of in a single glance.

According to the interrogation.

Anna’s father was the former Autopsy Officer of the Forensic Bureau - Marquis.

After Marquis retired, he was recruited by the FBI’s breeding team and became the person in charge of a project code-named ’Divine Revelation’, selecting Lurker No. 132, also known as Brian’s uncle Billy, as the target.

Calculating the time.

It coincided with before Brian graduated from college.

What happened in between is unknown.

Anyway, it was then when Brian’s uncle Billy arranged for Brian to join the Forensic Bureau.

He became the target for Anna and Rechter to practice on as part of the ’Divine Revelation’ project.

Marquis’s student, Rechter, became the Forensic Bureau’s eye following Brian.

Anna, then, became Brian’s observer.

These three people were the responsible team for this Divine Revelation project.

...

Looking at his own files, photos, and observation data in the basement...

There was even information about his adoptive parents!!!

Brian didn’t want to look any further.

He couldn’t help but cover his forehead and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Hahaha!

Interesting!

So interesting!

There really was a Truman’s world.

And he was the protagonist inside it.

Hahaha!

Everything is fake!

How angry I am!

I am truly so angry!!!

A mass of dark red mysterious substance, sensing Brian’s violent emotional turmoil, began to animate like little elves, merging into Brian’s emotions.

Laughing until hoarse,

Brian finally lowered his hands, revealing reddened eyes.

He began to seriously clean up the basement’s materials, surveillance archives...

From Anna’s mouth.

He had learned about the Divine Revelation project, as well as the whereabouts of his uncle and Anna’s father, the old Autopsy Officer Marquis.

The night was still young.

Everyone must die!

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