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Chapter 169 I Think You Look Like Lemon Pie

After leaving the base, Bechfeng sighed deeply. He had originally thought of going directly to the church, but suddenly he remembered that Zhu Fu Jingguang was there. His hand that was using the teleportation skill paused for a moment, and he turned around and walked to another place.

Ah, it’s not good to let Jingguang recover his memory prematurely.

Although he can avoid it, he should still be more careful.

A man with brown hair and brown eyes was listening to music in a room, humming along, completely unaware that a black figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Beichfenger looked down at him with cold eyes, stretched out his hand to turn his head 180 degrees, and said in a strange tone, "Are you willing to become the raw material of art and become one with art, sir?"

Despite such an inhumane action, the man did not die. His eyes were trembling and wide open with fear. He wanted to refuse, but his mouth was out of his control and he made a few vague sounds.

"I...will..."

Bei Hefenger raised his mouth in satisfaction, with a hint of madness, "Very good, thank you for your cooperation."

After saying that, he turned the man's head back. In severe pain, the man rolled his eyes and passed out.

About an hour later.

Beichfenger stood by the wall in a clean outfit, looking at the still bloody art painting "The Suffering Man" in front of him with satisfaction.

"Tsk, it actually took me an hour. It's really an honor for you, you codeless piece of crap."

Bechfinger happily moved a chair and placed it two meters away from the wall. Then he placed the blood-red skull, which had only the head and flesh left and was connected by silver wire, on the chair.

His facial expression was designed to show enjoyment, but the fear revealed in his eyes made his expression look weird no matter how you looked at it.

Beichfenger fetched a camera, placed it on the skeleton's hand and took a picture of the painting on the wall.

He flicked the corpse's head with his fingers and left here satisfied.

Hmm~ I feel a lot better now.

As for this murder, it was not discovered until ten days later. But even so, the flesh and blood showed no signs of rotting or drying up, as if it had just happened.

The expression on the corpse gave many people a chill.

It can be said that this bloody artist, who is as mysterious as the fog in the mountains and makes people dare not approach him easily, has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

……

When Behringer arrived at Neon's safe house No. 3, what he saw was -

There was a big cross on Gin's forehead, and he was holding a gun against Bertrand's forehead.

Bertrand, with an innocent look on his face, held Gin's smooth silver hair in his hands...

Asti: Oh, this is so exciting.

The moment he saw him, Bertrand immediately let go of Gin's more innocent hair and ran to him, "Astey! You're finally back!"

He took Asti to the kitchen with a grin, and pointed at the ingredients that had been prepared, "Hey, make me a lemon pie!"

If it was anyone else, Behringer would have swung his wand at his forehead.

Lemon pie, lemon pie! You look like lemon pie to me!

He glanced at Bertrand, nodded, took off the black leather gloves on his hands, put on plastic gloves for cooking, pulled up his sleeves and started making lemon pie.

Bertrand returned to the living room happily. He wanted to continue pulling Gin's hair to braid it, but he found that he had moved away from the sofa.

Bertrand: ...