Chapter 110 Ch109 Teeth and Eyes Separated From the Skull, Skin Peeled and Bones Broken

Chapter 110 Ch.109 Teeth and eyes out of the skull, skin peeled and bones broken

The banquet time has passed, but the host has not arrived.

This is a very rude thing.

Not to mention, even the butler disappeared without a trace.

"I'm not saying bad things about anyone, gentlemen, I just think that the truly noble will never make mistakes in such details."

The middle-aged man with brown hair held the wine glass and talked freely.

"Some people only leave their wealth to their descendants, but do not give them noble morals and true elegance and decency - that is not something learned, it requires the accumulation and efforts of several generations, as well as noble blood - no, no, I'm not hinting at anyone, you all know, this is obvious."

"Isn't this how each of our families came from?"

Several gentlemen smiled at each other, mocking the host who was not present.

Mingsi Chloe.

"If it weren't for his father, I really wouldn't want to attend such a crude 'salon'... Mr. Benevento." A man spoke, facing Benevento who was holding a glass, "If his wife were still alive, now..."

He curled his lips in disdain.

But when it comes to Cherry Chloe, everyone became much quieter.

Since they can't say bad things about the dead, they have nothing to say.

"...My wife's sister has been going to the East District recently." Someone found a new topic and talked about those who are hungry and cold, "I don't know, what's wrong with today's society?"

He said in a sad and angry tone:

"There are people of questionable character everywhere!"

"Our country is as brilliant and dazzling as the scorching sun at noon, but morality has plummeted..."

He looked around and raised his chest without a protruding belly.

"Look at me, everyone, this is the standard! I'm not mocking anyone."

The people around agreed:

"They always need some guidance."

"Yes, but this is also a problem for us..."

"I heard that they are not beautiful at all. They are just curious, like cats..."

"...A pretty face is not very useful, it must be tough enough."

Benevento raised his glass slightly and laughed heartily: "Hendele, Hendele!"

The man named Hendele bowed slightly, and after everyone laughed, he took a sip.

"I heard that there is a bit of..."

Someone spoke up and found a new topic.

He raised his other free hand to show his thick palm to his friends, and at the same time, showed the ring with a huge gem on it.

"Many stores have been robbed."

Obviously, there is more than one victim.

"I heard from my clerk - no, it was conveyed by the person in charge. Yes, they guessed it was a woman..."

"There are women, and there are girls who have not grown up."

Benevento frowned: "...This is not a joke. What do the police say?"

The gentleman who started the topic shrugged: "What can you expect? An organization that has only been established for more than ten years? It's not easy for the "good guys" in Scotland Yard to drink less coffee every day and go out more."

Someone laughed faintly.

"I heard that they are also planning to set up a "spy" organization."

Benevento shook his head: "This is impossible and will not be allowed."

The gentleman shook his glass and did not comment: "Who knows? In short, I am against it. You have to wear a police uniform when you are on duty, otherwise, what kind of police are you?"

At this time, a servant suddenly shouted something from the second floor.

Running and shouting.

She stepped on the air and rolled down with a ding-dong sound, but she didn't feel any pain at all. She climbed up with her hands and feet, stumbling and pulling the men's lapels.

"Dead!"

The maid screamed: "Master is dead!"

For a moment, the salon was in chaos.

Benevento frowned slightly, looked at the people around him for a moment, put down the wine glass, and shouted: "Everyone!"

He looked around and turned around while speaking.

"Everyone!"

The second time, the commotion was much lessened.

Then.

Turn around again.

"Everyone!"

He shouted again.

This time, it was finally quiet.

"Everyone! Don't panic." He stared at the maid and took a few steps forward.

The crowd naturally dispersed.

"Tell me what happened."

The maid spoke incoherently, pointing to the stairs, her eyes full of fear.

The scene was about to be chaotic again.

Benevento raised his palm: "Listen to me! Madam, stay where you are! Gentlemen, it's time to show courage-Lord Mince Croy is upstairs, who wants to go with me?"

He got the approval of almost everyone present.

Just like going to the battlefield and winning honor with their own hands, these gentlemen who have been soaking in champagne, red wine and thighs all day long seem to have found a place to use their skills. They echoed loudly and shouted as they walked.

"Gentlemen! Let's go upstairs and take a look!"

"If it's not an accident, we must catch the murderer!"

"Who dares to commit a crime in front of us?!"

"Thieves who don't know how to live or die!"

"Wait, when I see the thief, I will definitely rush up faster than you! I will control his hands and feet, you can just watch from the side!"

They shouted viciously, stepped on the stairs in groups, and almost made the whole building tremble.

They walked through the corridor like fat privates, stepped on the soft carpet, and came to the half-open door.

The slogans stopped for a moment.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Benevento.

The middle-aged man coughed uncomfortably a few times, gritted his teeth, and pushed open the door.

Squeak——

There was only one gas lamp on in the room.

The fat privates filed in, until someone at the front shouted in horror:

"The benefactor is above! This -"

He almost fainted and fell backward, knocking over several thin soldiers behind him.

Benevento's arms trembled, he clenched his hands tightly, and his teeth chattered against each other.

——Several bloodied, long-dead servants lay on the carpet.

Minth Chloe and Orlando Wilson in bed.

Naked, sleeping in each other's arms.

A long boning knife penetrated their chests and nailed them together.

There's nothing good about them--

Meaning, no skin.

Their flesh is in one place and their skin is in another.

Even the ears, eyeballs, nose, and teeth were in the wine glass next to the bed.

They squeezed each other tightly in the brown whiskey, drunk and dripping with blood.

For some reason, it is impossible to describe in detail the two bodies of almost non-human flesh: if you have seen how to skin a rabbit, you should be able to imagine how bloody things are hidden under the original good skin...

It was like two pieces of rotten meat pierced by iron bars, placed on the noisy road, and run over by carriages for several days.

Their bones seemed to have been smashed alive by something, and bloody fingerprints were all over the sheets and walls - showing how violent the struggle was.

This study is like an organ dripping with blood.

What pumps it is the hearts of these living people who push in through the door.

"The benefactor is above..."

The gentlemen either pressed their lips tightly or took out their handkerchiefs to cover their mouths and noses, murmuring to the gods in their hearts.

Some even fainted.

Benevento's lips trembled a few times, and he uttered angrily:

"This is immoral!"

Immediately, someone echoed.

"Yes! This is immoral! How could Chloe..."

"That's from the Wilson family, right..."

"Oh...this..."

"They actually..."

The tragic death is only a short-term wonder, but the public misconduct will make the names of these two families circulate in the upper circles for a long time...

Just when everyone was shocked by the hell before their eyes, they heard cheerful laughter.

Someone screamed: "Window!"

Suddenly, all eyes turned to the open wooden window.

A 'person' who had not been noticed from beginning to end was sitting on the window with his hands on his hands.

It is covered with hazy white gauze, and its face...

"Is it my mother?!"

"grandfather?"

"Ms. Chrissy?"

"elder brother?"

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Mr. Alva?!"

"Lion! There's a lion here!!"

"Mrs. Chloe?!"

They all called out their imaginary names and looked at the imaginary people or animals sitting on the windowsill, smiling gently with their brows.

An inexplicable and weird atmosphere enveloped the old house.

It was as if someone hummed the hymn of Eden and read the incantation embedded in the soul from God's will word for word.

Some people fearfully took off their coats and covered their heads as if they were faced with an enemy;

Some people fell to their knees with pale faces, holding their hands in their hands, lamenting and repenting, silently reciting the name of a certain god;

Someone, like Benevento, grabbed whatever was available and waved it around, yelling like a madman.

"This is not true! She is already dead!"

"Mother...that's my mother..."

"My child...please don't leave..."

"White lion!"

"elder brother…"

There was the sound of crows flapping their wings outside the window.

In different eyes, the man covered with white gauze may be as holy as the Son of God, or he may be the first born with two horns - he wanders in the world, accepting all the regrets, attachments, hatred and malice that come with laughter.

It waved, climbed over the window, and melted into the night.