All living beings in hell

Chapter 129 - Rabbit Killer

The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed customer No. 82.

I waited for a while, but guest 82 never showed up.I opened the roster, and the names previously registered on No. 82 had become blank.Many of the names corresponding to the numbers after that have also become blank, or are still changing.As the apocalypse continues, the number plates scattered in hell are being exchanged among ghosts and ghosts.

I closed my eyes and waited for a while, waiting for a new name to appear after number 82 on the list.However, when I opened my eyes and scanned the roster again, the number 82 disappeared.It seemed that the number plate had been damaged, so I picked up a pen and crossed out the line originally reserved for number 82.

Guest No. 83 is already waiting at the door, so I call him in.

A giant pink rabbit doll walked into the office. The eyes on its face were buttoned, and the mouth was always kept wide open, as if people were wearing doll clothes.This doll seemed harmless to humans and animals, but there was a thin layer of blood stains on its front and the down of the gloves.This bloodstain has solidified and turned black, and it is very strange with this furry doll face.

"Hello, what should I call you?"

A grown man's laughter came from inside the doll's headgear, hehehe, three times.He stood in a small shadow behind the wooden chair, not taking a step forward.

"Please sit down and tell me your name."

"Name? I'm a little rabbit. Be good little rabbit, open the door and let me in."

The man stood still and sang a nursery rhyme.From nowhere, I smelled the smell of human blood mixed with bodily fluids, and this ferocious breath was drifting over from the rabbit doll.

"This is my domain, you can choose to cooperate with my work, or leave and return to hell. Now, I ask you to take off the rabbit hood so I can see your face, sit on the chair, and tell me your name ...three things in total, take off the hood, sit down, and tell me your name. If you can't do that, you can go now."

The man took off the rabbit hood in the shadows and took a step forward.The light from the candles on the table illuminated the face of an indifferent middle-aged Caucasian male. He had a slight baldness on his forehead, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and two layers of fat on his chin, with fine golden stubble growing on the fat.

"Okay, now, sit down."

The man was sitting on a wooden chair, his hands in doll fur gloves were on his knees, his eyes were fixed on me, as if he was thinking about something.His eyes were soulless, and I saw my reflection in them, and my reflection was like an innocent prey at the moment.

"what's your name?"

"Birch."

"Is that your real name?"

The man grinned, showing his rotten teeth: "I like to lure my prey to be killed in the birch forest, so the police named me this name, 'Birch Forest Killer', which is me Bochi."

"How do you usually lure your prey? Who are your prey?"

"Who would like a big pink rabbit?" The man smiled morbidly. "Did you know that boys and girls cry exactly the same before they die? They both call their mother."

I felt a strong discomfort, took a deep breath to calm myself down, and continued to ask: "Why did you abduct children into the birch forest and kill them?"

"Writer? This is your name, right? Other ghosts call you Master Writer."

"Well, writing is my name."

The man put his hands on my table, stood up, and approached me with crazy eyes: "I see it, I see your heart. We all have some places that need to be filled, but our methods are different. You My methods are more peaceful, my methods are more violent."

"Come on, sit down."

"Why do you have to sit down? Are you afraid of me?"

I raised my left hand and flicked his forehead hard, and a green light flowed down the bracelet to Bochi's head, wrapping his entire head from the neck up.The green light grabbed his head and pulled him back to the wooden chair to sit down.

"If you cross the line again, I will deal with it as a guest."

"Out of line? What is out of line? Like I just did?"

"You just crossed the line like that."

Bochi supported the chair with both hands, and with a sudden force on his legs, he threw it directly onto my wooden table.His head was still fixed by the green energy light, his hands were firmly supporting the chair surface, and his buttocks were hanging in the air on the wooden chair.And his feet in big plush doll boots kicked back and forth on my wooden table, my inkstone was knocked over, and the ink soaked the manuscript paper.The pair of big fur boots wiped the ink on the table like a mop. Bo Chi had a childish smile on his face. He was clearly a middle-aged uncle, but he looked like a brat who lacked discipline.

"What about this? Is this considered crossing the line?"

"Bo Chi, before I expel you, I would like to advise you a few words."

Bo Chi didn't speak, just continued to laugh.

"I don't know what you have experienced to lead to your current behavior, but because you broke the rules, I have no interest in recording your life. You look like a soul who has just arrived in hell. Regarding this I still don’t know much about it. First, most of the officials in the local government are very hot-tempered. You have repeatedly violated my boundaries today and turned over my inkstone. , Hell is different from the human world, even if you look like a child in hell, you may still be a thousand-year-old ghost. Compared with your sins, the ferocity of a ghost is probably even worse."

Bo Chi smashed the rabbit headgear in his hand to me, still smiling.His neck was fixed in the air by the green light, but his body was moving around, constantly twisting in various forms.

"What about this! Is this out of bounds?"

I tilted my head to avoid the rabbit hood that was thrown at me, and said no more.Green light stuck Bo Chi's head and dragged him outside the office.Bo Chi's feet dragged two long ink marks on the floor, and he kept shouting.

"This way! This way! Hmm! Writing, have I crossed the line!"

The door opened, and Bo Chi was thrown out of the door and fell from the branch.

I leaned over and picked up the rabbit hood from the floor.The fur of the rabbit hood was very rough, and the fabric was full of basement moisture, rust, blood, and even some kind of strong corrosive chemical reagent.I lit the headgear with a candle on the table and watched it slowly burn in my hand.Start with the bunny ears and work your way up to the button eyes.Plastic starts to melt at high temperatures, deforms, and emits an unpleasant smell.

The green light flew back from the door of the office, picked up the burning doll's head from my hand, and flew out of the office with a catapult, throwing it into the depths of hell.

(End of this chapter)