I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

This is Jones' main mission. He needs to return the three lost items to their owners in order to obtain useful information.

You definitely can't say it directly when you enter the door, otherwise your purpose will be too obvious and the natives will become suspicious.

Moreover, the three lost items were hidden on them, and they never dared to take them out, just to observe whether they were dropped by this indigenous person.

Because Rule 2 is clearly written, it mentions [Never send it to the wrong address].

For example, now, middle-aged men may not be hostile to them.

If he takes out something that doesn't belong to him, and that thing happens to be the thing he hates the most, then wouldn't that be just seeking excitement?

So Jones won't take anything out until he's sure.

This was also what the team had discussed along the way.

Jones said this to further confirm whether the lost items were related to the middle-aged man.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man replied: "I have never been to that place, but I would like to go and see it if I have a chance. You are from there, right?"

This answer made Jones even more puzzled. Could it be that he had made a wrong judgment and this was not the room he was looking for?

After all, there are many rooms here, and the one you find may not be the one.

Thinking of this, Jones prepared to find an excuse to leave.

But the middle-aged man suddenly changed the subject, looked at Jones with burning eyes, and said, "Why do you, a doctor, carry an axe and a saw on your back?"

Jones smiled awkwardly and replied, "Sometimes it is used during surgery."

This answer is very far-fetched. Who would use these two things during surgery?

For some reason, Jones felt accustomed to carrying these two things on his back and did not take them off.

From another perspective, this can also be considered a kind of "deterrent".

Let those who see him not underestimate him.

Just like what the psychotic security guard said, Jones was wearing a white coat, carrying a sharp axe and saw, and there was a hint of blood. Who wouldn't be afraid of him?

Jones felt that the next step might be that the middle-aged man wanted him to leave, after all, he was considered a "dangerous person".

But who would have thought that when the middle-aged man heard Jones's thoughts, he asked curiously: "What have you used these two props to chop?"

Jones replied mysteriously: "People."

He just wanted to scare the middle-aged man so that he wouldn't have any intentions towards him.

As a result, the conversation went off topic.

The middle-aged man actually began to ask Jones, as a doctor, how long it takes you to chop off a head and how much effort it takes to saw off a person's arm.

Jones thought, you want to bluff me? You really think I don't know?
After all, Jones had worked in abandoned mental hospitals twice, so he had some experience.

He was able to answer all the middle-aged man's 'academic exchanges'.

At this time, everyone except Jones felt that something was wrong.

The time was almost up, and just as Jones was about to get up and leave, he heard a 'thump' and his two teammates had fallen to the ground for some unknown reason, unconscious.

Jones was terrified because the middle-aged man had a strange expression on his face and the whole room began to feel weird.

Instinctively, Jones was about to touch the "weapon" on his body, but the middle-aged man grabbed Jones' hand, making Jones unable to move.

The breath of death continued to spread over Jones' body, making him feel heartbroken!

At this time, Jones finally realized that he had been tricked under inexplicable circumstances.

I was too careless. I should have brought in the mentally ill security guard earlier.

It was too late to regret now, as even the psychotic fighter fell to the ground.

How could he, an ordinary chosen one, fight against this powerful middle-aged man?

Jones felt a little unwilling. It seemed like I was going to die here.

It's a rare opportunity to team up with Zhang Tianshi, but I didn't expect this to happen. It would be nice if Zhang Tianshi was around, but I can't always rely on him.

But after I die, I will have to trouble Zhang Tianshi to help me complete the task.

When the time comes, Master Zhang will come and kill you to avenge me!

Humph, the moment you see Zhang Tianshi, you will know what the Chosen One is!
The next second, Jones's life began to flash forward in front of his eyes.

His first half of life was very miserable. He finally made a comeback in the world of ghost stories, but he didn't expect that he would eventually die in the place that made him successful.

If I become weird, will Zhang Tianshi be able to do it to me?

Yes, many expert groups have guessed that the Chosen One might become weird after his death.

Perhaps my own death can also be used as a teaching material for study.

Just as Jones was daydreaming, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. We are actually the same kind of people."

This sentence brought Jones' thoughts back to reality.

What? I'm not dead yet?

Jones gave up his struggling hands and asked confusedly, "What do you mean?"

The middle-aged man laughed unbridled and his expression began to become perverted and distorted.

Next, while Jones was completely confused, he saw the middle-aged man tear off the sofa cover, and a seat made up of five headless corpses placed side by side appeared.

It is unknown what material the middle-aged man used to fix these five corpses in a sitting position. Their buttocks were connected to someone's arms, and the armrests of the sofa were also made of the arms of human corpses.

The workmanship is very delicate, and many places have been carefully polished by the middle-aged man.

He was 'showing off' to Jones about how he had killed these five people and turned them into sofas.

It is uncomfortable to sit on this rainy day. If the weather is good, you can even feel the temperature on your butt.

The middle-aged man is a person who is afraid of loneliness. By doing this, he can feel that there is someone around him.

Jones tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit. No wonder he felt it was a little hard when he sat on it just now. And when he touched the armrest of the sofa, he also felt very strange. It turned out that he was sitting on a corpse.

Seeing Jones stunned by his own "masterpiece", the middle-aged man continued to talk about other masterpieces in the room.

In fact, most of the furniture in the room was made by the middle-aged man using human corpses.

The 'clothes hanger' that Jones saw at the beginning was made by cutting a tall and thin man into a stick, then making his fingers into the shape of a 'hook' and fixing them with special materials to form a hook.

To keep it looking nice, he painted it over.

The reason why there was no strange smell was because the middle-aged man was a mysophobe. He used a special potion to deodorize it and then left it to air for a while.

At this point, Jones became even more frightened. Could it be that all those white cloths covering the first to fifth floors were this thing?

The spliced ​​body remains on the second floor turned out to be a hint of this!

Damn, how many people did this guy kill!
This guy is a complete pervert who turns people into furniture!
And Jones felt that if he was right, the room was basically full of corpses.

Jones looked at the tea bowl with a mysterious look and said, "Could this be made of a skull?"

The middle-aged man smiled even more happily. He counted his thumbs to Jones and then replied, "I knew you could tell that we are indeed the same kind. Let me tell you, this thing is very difficult to polish. If you are not careful, it will get scratched. I used more than 20 skulls to make three tea bowls."

Jones took a look at the 'friendly' expression of the perverted middle-aged man, and now he understood that the reason why this guy didn't kill me was because he treated me as 'one of his own'!

No wonder he just asked me how it felt to chop people with a saw or an axe. It turned out he was just testing me.

In fact, the middle-aged man approached Jones and smelled him at the beginning just to make sure of this.

The middle-aged man thought Jones was a murderous doctor as perverted as himself.

Oh no, a perverted murderer thinks I am the same kind as him!

Jones didn't know it yet, but this was just the beginning of his nightmare.

(End of this chapter)