I hate this woman in front of me.

Not because of her personality.

Of course, I don't know her personality either.

I just hate her face.

This face is beautiful, with big eyes, high nose bridge, no wrinkles, very smooth skin, and used a lot of cosmetics that smell very expensive, and the faces of movie stars are nothing more than that.

But there is a problem.

Her expression.

This woman's expression was too unnatural.

"ah!!!!!"

She was screaming again, all day long, without any signs of hoarse throat. I admire her a little. You know, there were really no experimental samples before her, no matter men, women, young and old, who could cry and howl like this every sound.

But the expression on her face was still very inconsistent.

I judged that she had plastic surgery, and many times.

During the dissection, I verified this. God knows that she had several plastic surgery surgeries. If I were too cruel to my face, I might be able to be the same as hers.

Living experiments are a very tiring job, but this is my hobby, my career, my life, and an indispensable part of life.

When I was eight years old, I used a sandwich to trick the old dog who always yelled in my dad's garage, and then used a pair of tube pliers and a hacksaw to shut it up forever.

That was my first step, just like the moment when Mozart touched the piano at the age of three. I knew that this was my talent and my yearning for life.

But things didn't go so smoothly later. When I returned home covered in blood, my parents' behavior made me very upset.

Fortunately, I solved this matter a few weeks later and completed two experiments with humans as specimens at the same time.

It didn't take much effort to deal with the corpse. I was a very strong boy since I was a child, but I didn't hear until recently that there was a good way, which was to chop and feed the pigs.

What is this? This news is so hurtful. What is this person who has dug a grave for decades?

I remember one time, I was digging a pit on the beach in Miami. It was two in the morning. I had two full suitcases to deal with, and the blood had already started to seep out. Who knew that I had dug something shortly after the excavation. Guess what?

Yes, it was the damn corpse. Yes, I went to abandon the corpse, but on a random location, a few shovels, I dug the corpse on a random site.

It's like you suddenly have a stomachache in a barren mountain and ridge. Just after finding a grass to squat down, you find that there is a big pile of shit buried here, and it is still a very strange piece of shit.

I have to tell you that the mafia in Miami, wearing ridiculous floral shirts, all thought they were cold-blooded tough guys in old movies, but in fact, these bastards were at most semi-professional hooligans. They wrapped the dead with a few stupid snakeskin bags and buried them in the sand. Do you think they were making yellow films at the train station? If you have a genius, just use straw mats? See which one smells smelly first.

I could only fill that pit and change it to another place, guess what? I just dragged the box and ran less than 200 meters when I saw two silly × wearing flower shirts digging a hole under a coconut tree.

That night, I buried two more people. Yes, that's what I'm going to say, people who urinate and defecate anywhere, so I pushed them into the cesspool and covered them with a lid.

Back to the topic, the story just now just wanted to show that the space on this planet is so precious, and we should make good use of it. It is uncivilized to throw things around.

Anyway, I have to admit now that feeding pigs is indeed a good way, at least much better than eating them myself. I have tried them a few times in a while, and it is a really bad memory.

Wait, what's the sound? Someone entered the house...The footsteps...one, two, three...there are five people in total. Are they policemen... Sure enough, the sound insulation in the basement is still too bad, and I don't know who discovered it.

There are probably support troops outside the house. After killing them all, they will not be able to stay in this city anymore.

In fact, the climate in Seoul is pretty good... Forget it, go to Europe. I haven't been there for ten years, so the limelight should be over.
Chapter completed!