Requiem Chapter 2: Killing on a Rainy Night
The storm came swiftly and violently, with huge raindrops pouring down like a bucket, and the water on the road soon reached above the ankles. The shops on the roadside also closed early because there were no customers. The streets that used to be brightly lit now only had a few dim street lamps, struggling hard in the wind and rain. It was as if the sudden heavy rain had extinguished all the vigorous vitality of this city.
In the alley, women's tops torn into strips were hung listlessly on the trash can. In the darkness, from time to time, there was the sound of a pair of big hands roughly ravaging. The sound was mixed, greasy, and intermittent, like a wheel stuck in the sand, weak and dull. It was also like the unique rhythm of a scalpel cutting through muscles, gentle and comfortable.
A car drove by, bringing a brief light to this God-forsaken corner. Through the hazy vision, one could see a half-naked female corpse crookedly squeezed into the wall, with her body and limbs twisted at incredible angles, her eyes wide open, her pupils not yet fully dilated, revealing the granular distribution of the whites of her eyes. The woman's belly had been completely cut open, and at this moment, a pair of hands were wandering among the plates of still-moving large intestines and internal organs, and from time to time there were bursts of chewing sounds, which made people want to vomit.
This was a very short man with a short flat head and a round head. There was a row of thumbtacks in the middle of his ugly cheek. He was wearing a huge raincoat that didn't fit his body. It was not an exaggeration to describe him as a dwarf. Perhaps his torso was too short, so he had to half-kneel forward and put his head against the corpse, so that he could barely reach his hand into the woman's abdomen. From a distance, he looked like a pangolin eating.
"Yoshi!" After stuffing the last piece of heart into his throat, Shimakawa licked the bloody corner of his mouth with his tongue . He looked at the prey in front of him with satisfaction. For no reason, he felt a burst of pleasure that spread from the top of his head to every nerve in his body.
Last night, when he was cutting open a lady's chest, that stupid Chinese woman just thought he was a client who liked SM. When she was in pain, she not only did not show the proper fear, but instead had an expression of enjoyment. This made Shimakawa very unhappy. He felt that he was such a failure, as if he had fallen from the altar and turned into a clown who only knew how to please others.
But tonight was different. Although this beautiful prey was speechless at first because of shock, when she saw her internal organs being picked out and eaten one by one, her expression finally became rich, first puzzled, then unbelievable, then painful, and finally fear and despair. The last pair of dilated pupils intoxicated Shimakawa so much that he decided to enjoy it for a while longer, until the woman was about to die from heavy bleeding, and then he crushed her heart.
"I hope I can meet this beautiful and unique Chinese woman again tomorrow..." Shimakawa took out a pack of tissues and wiped his greasy hands, smiling and speaking in stiff Chinese. However, just when his smile spread to the second muscle of his cheek, he froze. At the same time , in the extreme silence, there was a "click" sound of a lighter being pressed, followed by a small flame that was cast on the wall in front of Shimakawa, dancing like an elf, bringing a warm feeling to the cold environment.
There's someone! Shimakawa turned his head suddenly, his whole body standing upright like a ghost, his chest puffed out, and the joints of his five fingers made a crisp squeezing sound due to the delivery of force.
What came into view was a man in his early twenties, with a cigarette between his slender fingers, and the curling smoke lightly enveloped his half-closed eyes.
"After three days, I finally found you!" Although Yin Hun's voice was calm, it was filled with murderous intent.
"Who are you?" Shimakawa frowned and murderous intent suddenly arose in his eyes.
A man who could approach him silently and boldly do such a thing was definitely not an ordinary character. However, since the other party was only one person, Shimakawa had nothing to worry about. To be on the safe side, it was better to kill him. After all, it was not easy for him and his group to come to China from afar, and what they were going to do could not be known to outsiders. According to the meaning of the superiors, those who stood in the way would not be tolerated and would be killed!
Seeing the other party speaking broken Chinese, Yin Hui put on a cold smile: "I am your father!" After saying that, he rubbed his hair, afraid that he didn't understand, and added: "I am your father!"
Although the first half of the sentence in Beijing dialect might be a little difficult for a foreigner like Shimakawa to understand, the second half in Japanese made him more murderous.
"Baga!" He was always killing people without hesitation. When had he ever been teased like this? Now he didn't want to know who the other person was. No matter who it was, he had to die in front of him today.
"I won't give up until I reach the Yellow River, and I won't cry until I see the coffin!" Yin Hun's mouth curved into a beautiful arc, still maintaining a motionless posture, just fiddling with the lighter with his slender fingers with a smile.
The lighter rolled back and forth on his fingers as if it had a spirit.
Suddenly, the lighter stopped rolling, bounced up, and was caught in Yin Hun's hand.
At this moment, he moved. But the speed was so fast that even with his eyes wide open, he could only catch a blurry black afterimage, as if there were several identical people overlapping to form a mirror curve. The alley after the rain was full of mud mixed with the blood of the dead. When they were still three meters apart, Yin Hun's leather shoes stepped on the ground and made a splash of water. He reached out to grab Shimakawa's neck. Shimakawa turned his body to avoid Yin Hun's attack, and at the same time, he swept his feet and attacked his ankle. Yin Hun, due to his great inertia, stumbled forward. At this time, a trace of disappointment flashed in Shimakawa's weird red eyes. At the same time, his right hand became a knife, aiming at the back of Yin Hun's head and chopped it off. The battle was over. Shimakawa thought to himself, if nothing unexpected happened, this blow would be enough to cut off this kid's head, right? At that time, the huge pressure in the abdominal cavity will spray out all his blood, and a beautiful cherry blossom will bloom. Blood, at the thought of the sweet blood, Shimakawa couldn't help but secrete saliva.
But unfortunately, before he could finish his plan, Yin Hun spun in the air, stirring up a ball of mud and water stains, then turned around and grasped Shimakawa's hand knife with both hands. Using the momentum of the fall, he pulled, pulled, and pushed, and with a crisp "click", Shimakawa's entire wrist joint was dislocated.
After the strike was successful, Yin Hun took a deep puff of the cigarette in his mouth, supported himself with one hand, and then suddenly jumped into the air, sweeping down a series of fast kicks like the wind. At this moment, Shimakawa's right arm had completely lost its combat power, and it was extremely painful to move it. He had to pull back his left hand and block the attack with his elbow, while at the same time, he raised his right leg and kicked at Yin Hun's waist. Yin Hun did not dodge, but just turned his body to the side, lowered his waist, and took his kick with his back. At the same time, he exerted strength on his upper body and hit Shimakawa with his shoulder, knocking him flying sideways.
"Bang!" Shimakawa flew up and hit the wall, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood.
Yin Hun's attack could be said to have exploded all his strength and concentrated it into one point. Even if a Tai Chi master wanted to take this attack, he would have to pay a heavy price, not to mention the careless Shimakawa. At least two rows of ribs were broken, not to mention the shock to his internal organs.
After rubbing his leather shoes against the wall, Yin Hui grabbed Shimakawa's hair and banged his head against the wall: "Tell me, where are the others!"
"Wine...bar!" Shimakawa said with blood on his face.
"Where's the bar?"
"In front..." Shimakawa had just finished speaking when his head hit hard again.
"How far is it ahead? Ten meters, a hundred meters, or a thousand meters? I don't want to ask a second time!"
Shimakawa's eyes darkened, and all his momentum was gone. Now, he was like a wild dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy, waiting for its master's forgiveness: "Big... about two or three hundred meters..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sense of relief on his head. The scary man had already floated away. Looking at the back in front of him, Shimakawa slowly climbed up from the garbage heap, and suddenly revealed a strange smile with the corners of his mouth. At the same time, the bandage on his right hand slowly loosened, and a strange thing broke out of the flesh.
After a while, this thing had revealed most of its body. At first glance, it had a big head, like a deformed baby with a big head, but this baby only had a mouth. And its body was covered with thick, rough wrinkles, but at this moment it still had the same smile as Shimakawa, and blew a puff of black smoke in the direction of Yin Hui.
Thirty steps ahead, Yin Hui paused, biting a clear tooth mark on the filter. Then he disappeared from the spot. The next moment, a cigarette butt floated down. With the faint light of the burnt out, the owner of the cigarette butt curled up the middle finger and thumb of his right hand, and then suddenly formed a seal with the two fingers.
"When facing a battle, all soldiers must line up and march forward!"
In the past, Heavenly Master Ge Hong passed on the Nine-Character Mantra, explaining: All these nine words should be chanted secretly, to kill all the evil spirits and heretics!
In the world of black raindrops, a bright blue light suddenly flashed.
Plop...Shimakawa's hand, which had just been raised, dropped down weakly.
"You want to kill me even though you're like a pig? Don't you know there are reflections in the puddles here? Damn it, I hate sneak attacks the most. I'll give you another one!"
"laugh!"
Yin Hun curled his lips, blew on his fingers like 007 Bond, turned around and took out a golden object from Shimakawa's waist, then turned and left.
"Bar! Interesting!" Looking at the dim sky, the rain had stopped unknowingly.
